Toy Bonnie x reader (FNAF)

Chapter 8

Y/n POV:

"What's wrong?" Chica questioned as we entered the back room, coming face to face with Bonnie who was already in there on his own. 

We all surrounded ourselves next to him, getting comfortable to hear the upcoming rant from Foxy and Freddy. Their faces still in a sour mood, showing nothing close to resembling happy or even okay. It wasn't long before midnight at that point, meaning the night guard would be entering the establishment at any moment. Considering part of the fun was having the element of surprise when the night guard found out the animatronics move, I wished for the upcoming conversation to be finished with soon and for it to cheer the two up.

"Honestly," Bonnie started to say with with judgement in his quiet tone, "I left you both for three minutes and something already happened?"

"He approached us! It's not our fault," Foxy blurted out, gestures being thrown around him.

"He?" I questioned him, watching Foxy drop his stance and take a seat with the rest of us on the floor.

Freddy sighed, slumping against the wall, "Marionette."

Chica, Bonnie and I all exchanged a wary expression, unsure on quite a few things by that point. For some reason, none of us were able to catch a break for more than a few hours.

"What did he want?" I further questioned, now highly intrigued.

This time, Freddy and Foxy shared a knowing look.

"I'm not entirely sure," Freddy stated, showing us a puzzled appearance.

"...Right ..." Chica trailed off, more unsure than ever now as she leaned back.

"He just came up to us," Foxy began speaking, scratching his hair in thought, "and started talking about how he won't be mistreated again. That he won't spare us a glance and will take 'drastic measures' if need be." Foxy added physical quote marks as he spoke.

"So he's defensive already?" Chica said.

"He didn't even need to do that. It's just angered us all," Freddy added in. 

"Just let it go," Bonnie then told them, "it's midnight soon. There's your distraction."

Foxy turned his head to him, "Someone gained a positive outlook on life."

"I just want the anger to end. It's stupid, I'm tired of it."

I didn't blame him for that, it felt so childish and old now. Everything that kept piling on top simply reminded me of being a young teen again, when everyone was petty and ridiculous and wanted to cause drama out of boredom. I figured it would've been grown out of, but apparently not. Guess it dragged back memories and emotions I never thought I'd feel again, but I'd have rather lived my eternal life like an adult, not a kid.

"Hold your nose and say 'sneep snoop'," Chica suddenly told them, earning quite a few strange looks and raised eyebrows. She noticed that and quickly added, "I used to tell children to do that when they were annoyed and it always made them laugh."

"Chica, we're not kids," Freddy declared, firmly, as Foxy crossed his arms.

"Come on, stop being wet wipes. You won't lose anything doing it."

"My dignity?" Foxy retorted.

I struggled to contain my laughter, "What dignity?"

"Alright, no need to be like that," he snapped back at me, causing laughter around the room. Noticing the attention on him, Foxy sighed before bringing a hand to his nose and quietly saying the words, "sneep snoop."