Human Fnaf x Reader

Chapter 17

Happy late birthday @Todowoki_OwO !
May Bonnie forever love you uwu

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"Why do you all hate Bonnie now?" I ask Chica. I had pulled her to the side while Foxy was singing karaoke and unintentionally working as a perfect distraction to the other boys.

She gives me a startled look, then speaks. "We don't hate him. Or, I don't, at least." Chica says, avoiding the question as she plays with one of her yellow locks of hair.

"Why?" I ask more forcefully this time.

She jumps back at my tone, making me feel guilty, but I'll worry about feeling like trash later. "He's what made you leave, so of course we'd be upset with him." She says with a frown.

"Made me leave?" I think out loud.

"Yeah... that's why you were gone for so long, right?" She says with an innocent expression.

They've blamed him this whole time? What all have they done to him? Knowing the boys, it's probably terrible... "No, I was gone because my parents died." I say, not thinking about the meaning behind my words so I don't tear up again.

"Oh... well I'm sorry." She mutters.

Wait a second... "How did you know what Bonnie did to me?" I question.

"Oh, Freddy told us." She answers.

Oh dear... "What exactly did he say that Bonnie did?" I ask slowly, being careful to control my panic and anger.

"Well... it wasn't exactly P.G..." she trails off, shrinking away.

I can't believe him. Why would Freddy tell that to everyone? That was private information! And by the sound of it, he greatly exaggerated what actually happened. I grit my teeth in anger.

I need to fix things with Bonnie. And I don't need a hero this time. I can handle things on my own. Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't fight for myself.

Oh man, now I just wish that I took some sort of self defense class at some point in my life.

I spin on my heel and make my way down to the Parts and Service room, then through the door and downstairs.

I walk up to his door and knock. "Hey, Bonnie. It's (y/n). Can I come in?" I ask softly.

I hear him take a deep breath before answering. "Why would you trust me?" He asks.

Good point. "Because I know you won't do it again." I lie. It sounds convincing, though.

He lets out a humourless snicker. "What makes you say that?"

His response takes me back. He looked really ashamed and guilty last time I saw him. Was that all acting? "Well, will you?" I ask carefully.

He doesn't respond, making me rethink whatever trust in him I had.

"...Bonnie?—" I squeak.

"I don't trust myself," He exclaims. "I don't wanna hurt you. But I did," he whimpers. "I did, and I don't want that to happen again... so I think it's better if I stay away from you."

"Oh that's bull crap!" I exclaim, then realise that might not be the best way to respond. Well, too late now. "I want to be around you, Bonnie. I love your company." I say in a more soothing manner.

"Right," he replies sarcastically.

Can someone please help me in this time of trial?

"Bonnie, please. Let me in," I plead.