Burning Love | Bonnie x reader | *REDO*

Chapter One - Childhood Trauma

'(Y/n)! Wake up! You do know what today is, right?'

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I woke up from my dream and got out of my bed, there were decorations around my room saying 'Happy 7th birthday!' In balloon letters. There was also my Freddy, Chica, and Foxy plushies on the end of my bed. "W-wow! It's my birthday today! I almost forgot!" I quickly got dressed in a cute dress my mom got me last year, I sprinted out my bedroom door and down the steps and into the kitchen and saw my mom holding a cute Bonnie plush smiling at me. "Bonnie!" I say in excitement, my mom giggles and hands me the plushie. I hug it and smile widely.

"Thank you, momma!" I say and hug her as she picks me up and kisses my forehead. She looks at me in the eye as I do the same, "Hey, guess where were going to go," I tilt my head in confusion. "Um...the ice cream place down the street?" I say questionably, "Nope!" She said popping the 'P'. "Then where?" My mom chuckled and kissed my forehead again. "I had given you hints all around the house, and I gave you your favorite plushie. Do you know yet?" My mom says.

I let my brain process this information and finally realize: "We're going to Freddy's!" I exclaim and smile.

Soon enough I was done eating my breakfast and I brushed my teeth and everything and then we're headed to a 'magical place for kids and grown-ups alike'. "We're here, (Y/n)!" My mom says happily and I quickly unbuckle my seat belt and open my door. My mom does the same thing and she walks towards my and takes a hold of my hand. "C'mon baby girl, let's make this a really good birthday!" My mom says walking towards the doors of the pizzeria.

I'm jumping with excitement; as soon as my mom opens that door I can smell the pizza and the birthday cake! I'm greeted with a song from the band and nice smiles as we walk in. "Hello Miss! How can we help you today at Freddy's?" The cashier lady comes up to us as my mom looks at her and gives her a sweet smile. "Yes, we have a reservation for a birthday party at 11-4:30." My mom says, my eyes wander the restaurant. I see all the kids playing with Foxy the Pirate Fox, singing along with Freddy Fazbear, eating cake and pizza with Chica the Chicken, and getting guitar lessons from Bonnie the Bunny. I can't wait to do that!

"(Y/n)! Come on honey!" My mom ushered me and I quickly followed her. It seems to be quite busy as we have to avoid some people in our walkway as a lady leads us to our table. As soon as we get to our table we're greeted with a waitress taking our order on pizzas and drinks. My mom got a couples of pizza and water bottles for our group soon coming.

"Happy birthday, birthday girl!" I look up and see Chica and I smile. "Chica!" I say, "That's my name all right! Now what cake would you like hun?" "She wants Chocolate, obviously, Chica." I look behind me and see Bonnie, with his hands on his hips. "Let her pick, Bonnie!" Chica says and Bonnie sighed. "Chocolate sounds nice, Bonnie but how'd you know that was what I liked?" Bonnie just chuckles to himself, Chica follows along with it. "You've been coming here for as long as my memory chip could remember. Since you were at least 3!" Bonnie says, I smile at the thought of him remembering what I liked.

"Then one chocolate cake." After that was a blur besides one part.

Blood oozing out of Freddy's eye sockets, Chica malfunctioning, Bonnie creepily staring at the kids, and Foxy was saying some weird, inappropriate things to children and grown ups. My mom ushered me out the door of the pizzeria. This wasn't what was supposed to happen on my birthday...I wish it didn't...I want to be able to go back there and relive memories of the past. I want more presents from Bonnie...oh Bonnie...what has happened to this poor, poor establishment...

All the know in due time.

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The story of mine begins on me walking back to place where everything started: Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. I was in a bad situation in my life currently: always being sexually harassed by my roommate and coworkers at my old job, not enough money for rent or food, living in a shitty part of town. And of course, to put the cherry on top-I got fired from my full-time job as one of those sexy telephone girls. They said, "I wasn't sexy enough???" Whatever, I hated that job anyways. For a month, I sat in my room looking for more full-time or part time jobs. I always came across one job in particular: Night shift for Freddy's Pizzeria. I was too scared to take it; after my fifteen year-old self heard of the murders, I didn't want to step back in that horrid place. But, after trial and error for searching for jobs and getting turned down in interviews...I decided to give in.