Bonnie x fem reader (top quality👌) also 18+ for you frisky peeps out there.

Only mine

(Bonnie's POV)
It's been 3 weeks. The same routine every night. You clean us every day (Y/N). Even that busted old carnivore of a machine. One day the manager returned to get the resume. I enjoyed the expression on his face when he read it. His expression was one of pure horror. I mean, who wouldn't be scared if a previous victim would be returning.

There's a lot of questions floating around about the "Bite of '87". Some people tried to blame me and Chica. As if our puny mechanical teeth could tear out somebody's brain!
It was all Foxy. Why else was he locked away behind a thick curtain? Why else was he left to slowly rot away to an endoskeleton and a mess of wires? Why else would his jaw gnash whenever he runs down the corridor to the security office?

After that little issue, the business dropped significantly. We didn't move as much as before and people stopped singing along to our music. Even the staff were taught how to turn us off as quickly as possible. "Just in case!" they always said. "We mustn't take risks!" Those weasels would be glad to see this place shut down. They've always found us creepy

Except for yourself, sweet (Y/n). My beloved waitress. The girl who so tenderly wipes us down after a hard day of our gears grinding and our teeth clacking. You even treat Freddy like your favourite teddy bear, and he's a monster.

I'm his best friend, sure, but even I'm scared of the guy.
Not you, though, poor girl. A sweet kind of a thing who first explored our restaurant at the ripe age of six. Untamed innocence and child-like curiosity dwelled within those (e/c), six-year-old eyes.

The manager was terrified to find you applying for a job here, as well. A regular customer since your young days, everybody at the restaurant came to adore you; the beautiful little girl with (h/c) locks and a sparkling personality. The small angel that never stopped smiling. So, of course, to find you wanting to work near certified death machines was somewhat... unnerving. The manager was more than prepared to just send you away after a trial period.

We couldn't allow that.

Chica, Freddy and I worked together to bear the shrieks of the toddlers, the complaints of the children, the taunts of the teenagers and the suspicion of the adults. Not once did our electricity-powered smiles fall, and we merrily danced our way through every single number we have programmed into our minds.

All for you.

Freddy had already agreed that we would protect you, should you choose to join the restaurant.

Imagine the joy we felt when you passed the trial period. Due to the "unnaturally excellent handling of the animatronics", the manager felt that it'd be best if you stayed.

After all, Freddy had already chased away one employee by grabbing him by the throat during a lengthy concert

For 3 weeks now you've whirled your way through this establishment, slapping your signature smile on every person you passed. I heard you the other day when you said to Ricky that you never wanted to leave us.
'They need me!' you'd cried. 'And I could never leave Bonnie behind.' You'd cradled me as best as you could to your chest, even though I'm way taller than you.

'These four are human beings as well,' you'd declared hotly.

A surge of emotion crashed through me that day. I believe humans call it "love". It felt odd, yet strangely satisfying. Since then, I've only been able to look at you as you clean tables and get chatted up by ungrateful teenage boys.

Another emotion always grips me whenever that happens. Ricky had called it "rage" at some point - after Chef Pete managed to knock his phone into a pot of tomato sauce. Every time those damn teens talk to you a start to twitch a little bit on stage. Then when I look back at the kids they look at me strange.

And that time one leering leech tried to feel you up in the corner by the bathrooms had my fuses exploding.

No other male may feel you up, (Y/n). I think I'd even tear Freddy limb from limb if he so much as mentioned you in that way.

Because you're mine, little waitress.

Only mine.