Toy Bonnie x reader (FNAF)

Chapter 2

Y/n POV:

Freddy, as he stood closest to the door and always took charge, took the initiative of taking the lead in opening the door and peering through. He took his time as the rest of us waited in anticipation, watching the white light shine on his body. Freddy flinched a moment, blinking his eyes aggressively in order to see what was out there. I couldn't see his face very well, but took note of the way his body froze on the spot. 

"Is anyone there?" Foxy asked.

"Can you see anything?" I decided to add in.

"Has it all changed?" Piped up Bonnie.

Freddy sighed, "Be quiet, I'm trying to listen," he hissed at us. We all glanced to the ground in disappointment, but quickly focused our attention back to him. The door opened more as he took another look around before saying, "I don't think anyone's here."

Upon hearing that, we all piled outside the room and stood into the brightness of the new outside world, having now resumed to our animatronic forms just in case anyone questioned us for being in here. It took a few moments for our eyes to be able to stay open without aching, but they soon landed upon the drastic change of the surroundings. It appeared as though a unicorn threw up all over the place and a clown decided to decorate it and call it "new and improved". Vibrant primary or glittery colours littered the entire place in the form of posters, party items, furniture and even the walls and floors themselves. Admittedly, there was a twinkling shine about the place that added a neatness and cleanliness the place never owned before. Unfortunately it felt undermined by the lack of taste in colour palette at the rest of the place. Had the owners never met a kid before? Sure, they were dumb but not stupid to this level. Even the children's eyes must've stung staring at this pathetic excuse for decoration. I truly didn't like it. All organisation stacked up differently in this establishment and there seemed to be an extension on the place from the wider rooms and increase in amount of doors.

"It's changed, hasn't it?" Chica said with disdain, "ew."

"My sentiments exactly," I told her, feeling my own face morph into that of disgust.

"I can sort of see why we've been scrapped.  We don't fit this place anymore," Bonnie pointed out, "I'm glad about it."

"I almost hope they don't plan to re-use us," Chica stated, not a hint of humour over her face.

"Who would ever want to re-use you?" A chirpy yet judgemental voice sounded behind us. We turned to face the main stage, spotting Chica. Well, not Chica, but a truly changed version of her. Slightly shorter than our animatronic forms, made of plastic rather than fur with the vibrant colours littering her body, too. The shade of yellow they gave her could give most people headaches. Her rather large and circular eyes stared at us.

"Hello, who are you?" Freddy intrigued, stepping forward.

"I am Toy Chica, the new and improved animatronic. But I go by Cece. Who are you and what are you doing in our restaurant?" She asked, placing a hand on her concerningly over-curved hip. 

"Your restaurant?" Foxy exclaimed, standing up straight as he did so. Bonnie held his shoulder to calm him down, no words having to be spoken.

"Is there a problem with that claim?" Another voice asked, walking up beside the girl Cece. Another rather chirpy and kid-friendly voice, but deeper. I guessed it must've be Bonnie's replacement as an electric blue rabbit showed up, standing at the same height as Cece. He crossed his arms, producing a duller noise than our metallic versions would've done.

"We were here first," stated Chica.

Cece smiled, "Wonderful, and now you're not needed."

"Weren't you lot meant to be melted anyways?" The rabbit asked us. His colour palette was also an eye sore, but thankfully more toned down than the poor chicken. However, there seemed to have been a new target audience in mind when creating these new animatronics. The figures, the colours, the outfits ... half of it too childish for even kids and the other half not at all appropriate for those under the age of thirteen.