With War brings Friendship

The Beginning

Explosions. Bonnie hid behind a wall as his breath hitched and his heart beat faster. He closed his eyes and hoped, prayed that everything happening right now was a dream.

He prayed that the war going around him was going to end soon. It's been going on for months now. Bonnie didnt even know how the thing had started. All he knew is that out of no where, these...things came up.

He knew it wasnt. He knew one of his best friends, Chica died because he couldn't save her. Suddenly something grasped his shoulder. Bonnie grasped his axe, his flight or fight response kicking in.

"Bonnie! We have to go, matey!" He knew that voice. It was so familiar. So, friendly. With hesitation, he gave a peek out of his right eye. Foxy.

The boy wearing a red fox mask had his own weapon. He carried two samurai swords and his right hand was replaced by a long, sharp hook. His left hand was placed on Bonnie's shoulders.

Foxy saw the fear and panick in his bunny mask wearing friends eyes. He set a look of determination on his face. "Cmon Bon, we gotta get the hell outta here." He pulled Bonnie up and grabbed a sword. You never know when something is gunna pop out of the shadows to attack you.

Bonnie nodded, his fox friends determination rubbing off on him. He grasped his axe, and nodded to Foxy. He already knew where they were going. Bonnie knew they were headed to Freddy.

Freddy....

Oh, how he had missed thier leader bear. His face fell, remembering his bear mask wearing friend. He got a sudden burst of energy. Like he was ready to kill anything and everything that came in between him and his only friends left.

He began to jog, then ran. He ran and ran and ran, Foxy following close behind him. The two sprinted after one another. Neither knew which way Freddy was. Neither cared anyway. They would find him regardless.

Bonnie suddenly stopped. There in front of them were the black ugly monsters that were attacking them. Foxy gave Bonnie a look, and he nodded.

Bonnie gripped his axe, and sprung forward, swinging back and forth. He could hear anything else, see anything else. All he saw was the black creatures and thier white blood. He swung his axe, hitting the hostile creatures untill he saw they were gone.

Foxy was covered in the same white blood. His sword had blood on it as well, and his hook possessed a head. Bonnie couldn't help but smile. Before this he was scared.

For a month now, he was alone, fending for himself. It was a coincidence that Foxy found him while the creatures were closing in. Bonnie didnt think about that. He only cared that one of his friends were safe.

Bonnie gave Foxy a knowing look. Foxy nodded, and looked ahead. Neither knew where their journey would take them. At the same time, both knew this wouldnt end anytime soon. It was just the beginning.