FNaF x Reader One shots (Discontinued)

(Bonnie) Cared About for Who I Am

There was loud music blaring through the pizzeria, as you walked around indulging in your nostalgia. You hadn't been there for such a long time; it looked quite different. The animatronics looked more glossy, and porcelain. More girly, with those red cheeks.

You decided to explore a bit, after all, the place had just opened and didn't have too many people working there. So, you went in the direction of the party rooms. Before you could fully turn the corner all the way, the sound of a slow creak from a door made its way toward your ears.

You turned slightly, and caught sight of a door just stopping a little ways open. You walked toward it, it said 'Parts & Service' on it. You went in, not caring if anyone saw you. Your hand skimmed the wall for a light switch, and eventually found one.

But you couldn't try to turn it on, as you felt something very cold and metallic try to grab your hand. You didn't move it, out of fear it was a knife of some kind. So instead, you let it try to grab you. Except you heard something, and the feeling was instantly gone. When you did try the light switch, it didn't work. So, you left slowly and quietly.

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The next day, you went back. Except that time, you brought a flashlight with you. You weren't just going to go in a room, have something really weird happen, then do nothing about and pretend it never happened. No, you weren't like that, you were never one to just give up on something.

So, you once again sneaked into that room. You fiddled around in your pocket, and then grabbed hold of the flashlight and brought it out. You turned it on, and it took almost everything in your not to scream.

Chica, the animatronic you recognized from your childhood, stood right in front of you with her arms reaching out. Before she could do anything, though, a very familiar purple blur decided to save the day. Chica took a blow to her torso, and fell on the floor malfunctioning slightly.

You pointed your flashlight at your saviour, and saw that it was Bonnie. The one from when you were younger. But he looked terrible, worn out... he was missing an arm, and his hand was full metal because it was missing its outer layer. He mainly looked un-cared for.

When you opened your mouth to say something, he turned away and dragged Chica back to a spot in the room. 

"W-wait, Bonnie..." he didn't listen to you, and instead went to sit in a corner with his knees up. You frowned, not knowing what to do at first. Then, you got an idea.

"Bonnie, what are you doing back here? Please don't ignore me..." this time, he turned his head a bit to look at you. His red, glowing eyes made you shiver. "Thank you, I guess... although I don't know what she was trying to do, but it must have been something bad if you decided to do that to her, to be honest." you walked closer to him, slow and steady.

"I know this is weird, you probably haven't gotten anyone to talk to for a while, but... do you remember me? I was that little girl who would always try to play your guitar when you went off stage..." you sat beside him, while he gave you an intense stare.

You laughed a little, thinking about what you would do as a kid. "And that one time, you let me play it while the others were performing. Ah, the good ol' days..." you looked at him, face beaming. "I'm actually really glad I came back to check this room out. I got to see you, after all." you stated.

"But no one likes me; I'm just a pile of scra-scrap metal..." his talking surprised you slightly and his voice glitched, but you were angered at what he had said. 

"No, Bonnie. Don't say that about yourself. You're not trash, there are lots of people out there who love you."

"You-you mean used to love me... I'm jus-just forgotten. Dismantled. You don't even know if people remember me at-t all..." when he said that, you nearly lost it. He had such low self esteem, it was pathetic. 

"And why would you think that?" you asked with a calm, yet angry voice.

"I'm hideous... unwanted... nobody wants me-" you didn't let him finish, as you stopped leaning on the wall and turned to face him. 

"I know that there are people out there that still love you. Because... I'm one of them. A-and looks don't matter alone; it depends on how you act, what you say to others."

He only continued to sit there, staring at you blankly. 

"So I don't give a shit how you look, you'll always be my best friend." you gave him a hug, which he insecurely returned as best he could, having only one arm left. 

"Best... fri-friend...?" he questioned, sounding confused. You chuckled, 

"What, you wanna be more?~" you joked, pecking his jaw.

He stuttered-or glitched some more-a bit, which you thought was cute. 

"Just remember, people love you." he was petting your head, slowly running his cool metallic hand down your (h/l), (h/c) hair. 

"Tha-ank you..." he started.

 "Thank you, for showing me I'm cared about for who I am."

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