Toy Bonnie x reader

Chapter 6: The Power of Love

A/N: I am so sorry about the last chapter being short! This one will be longer, I promise! And also, this chapter and the next chapter are pretty gory, so read on your own risk!

I was playing my Xbox when all of a sudden, I heard everyone freaking out. I turned off my game, listening. Something had happened to the girl. My theory was confirmed when the puppet said, "we need Toy Bonnie." Before I knew it, my door was busted opened by Mangle. She was panting and was all white, endoskeleton and all. She said "Toy Bonnie, (Y/N) is bleeding out! Come quickly!" Oh. So that was the girl's name. I followed her out of the stage and sure enough, there was blood all over the middle table. I ran to over and picked up the girl bridal style and ran to the basement and placed her on the metal table there. I grabbed some bandages and wrapped her arm. I was covered in blood. Gotta clean that up. I looked at her arm. The blood had bled through the bandages, but it slowed down enough for me to examine it. I carefully removed the bandages, even though she was unconscious. I looked at it closely. God, the withereds really hurt her. Toy Chica came in and asked, "how is she doing?" I looked at her with great concern. "She lost almost all her blood. She may need some oil or one of us will have to sacrifice. Or the third option. Or fourth." I said, trying to stay calm. There was something about this human that I really liked. She looked at the blood all over me. "You might want to clean that up." She said, walking to the sink. "Ok, I was planning on it. I'm more about  worried about her." I said. "Toy Bonnie, your suit could get stained if you wait too long. Here, hold still." She came over with a soapy wet washcloth. "Oh no, you re not touching me with that!" I said, pointing toward the washcloth. "Yes, I am. Now hold still." Toy Chica said, reaching a ticklish spot she started to rub my foot and I giggled. "Stop, stop! It tickles me!" I said bursting into laughter. She continued to wash me, and soon all the blood was gone. "Might as well do your head, too." Toy Chica said, washing my ears. Soon our eyes locked on each other. I blushed embarrassed about my past actions. She blushed too, and came closer. "What are you doing Toy Chica? Personal space, please!" I said backing up. " Sorry. Don't know what came over me." She said, rubbing her head. "Toy Chica, you have to try to cont-" I couldn't finish because I was now locked in a kiss. My eyes grew wide and I blushed even harder than before. I finally got her off of me, and wiped my mouth. "Yuck! Toy Chica, why would you do that!?" I yelled. I wasn't mad, just shocked. I didn't expect her to do that. "Sorry, Toy Bonnie. I know how you feel about humans, but they don't deserve you. They're human, not robot. And you are robot, not human. I'm trying to show you what you do deserve." She explained. I stood there, shocked, she was never like this. There's gotta be a bug in her or something. That, or she really likes me that much. "I don't care who deserves me or what I deserve. I like humans. Ok? Not to be rude or anything, but I'm pretty sure it's a phase. At least that's what the puppet said. But anyways, it doesn't matter I like humans and that's the end of it. Period." I said, crossing my arms. "Ok, if you change your mind, I'm always available." She said, walking out. I stood and looked at (Y/N), who was sleeping on her side, her bad arm on top. I went over to the table and shook her gently. She woke up and turned toward me. She looked weak. "What's going on?" She asked, her voice almost gone. "Hold on. I'll be right back." I said, running out the door into the main dining area. Everyone was looking at me, arms crossed. "What?" I asked, really worried about what was wrong now. "Is she okay?" Everyone asked at the same time. "Yes she's fine. I just need to get something" I said, running to my room. I found my knife and ran back to the room. (Y/N) looked at me and said, "what are you doing?" I told what I was going to do and and got a tupperware container and put the knife up to my wrist. I took and deep breath, and cut my wrist. It felt sensational and cold. I was used to it by now. I've been doing this for awhile. I only am used to it is because of our deaths and because before we died, I was cutting my self as an addiction. I watch the almost black blood drop from my wrist into the tupperware container. Once it was full, I got paper towels and stopped the bleeding. I grabbed the container and put a lid on it and shook it up. "Are you ok?" (Y/N) asked me, making me jump. "Yes, I'm fine." I said, opening the container. I got a whiff of the blood and almost gaged. I don't like the smell of any blood, but sometimes you have to deal with stuff you don't like. I poured some of it in a cup and the rest into a bag connected to a pole. I put the bag on the pole and connected it to a IV tube and brought the cup over to (Y/N). "Drink." I say giving her the cup. "I can't hold that, Toy Bonnie!" She said. I helped her sit up and put the cup up to her mouth. "I have to give this to you." I said. She looked at me and said, "ok." She opened her mouth and I started to give it to her, and she actually drank the whole thing. I could tell that she didn't like it, but she only did because she had to. "That was gross. Why did I have to drink that?" She asked. I ignored it and got the IV needle. I don't like doing this. I really don't. I went over to her and told some bad news.