Y/n 's POV
My hands are starting to shake as the panic sets in. Sweat drips down my neck making wet trails down my back.
"I must've mistaken.." I count again. And again. And again. I even waited a couple minutes to see if anyone would exit the bathroom and no one has.
"Oh no no no no.." I grip my h/c hair tightly, letting my e/c eyes scan the restaurant once more.
"Maybe Bon bon saw them..." my hands drop to my side, still noticeably shaking but not as bad as they were.
"Hey!" I shout as I reach the stage
"Bon bon" i wave to get his attention, some of the adults around me give me a weird look but I just ignore them, continuing my mission.
" Bozo !" The blue animatronic turns his metallic head in my direction, his eyes squint to mimic a glare.
"Come backstage." My finger points behind him towards the red curtain. He turns away from me and resumes his automatic assigned actions, 'I'll take that as a yes' i make my way back there myself. Turning into one of the smaller hallways I head towards the first door that reads 'Employees only'
"I should be careful the other ani-Eek-" My Feet are suddenly not on the ground anymore, I'm over someone's shoulder.
"Get your hands off me fucker!" I let the rage I built up since starting this job right out on their back with my fists.
"Now now is that any way to talk to the only person who knows where that kid is?" My whole body tenses as this man speaks with such cold intent.
"I- this is kidnapping let me down." My violent actions cease and I attach myself to his waist so I don't fall.
"It doesn't seem like you want to the way you're wrapped around me and I'm pretty experienced in the subject at hand, if I do say so myself ."I want to punch this creep right in his face, I'm just not trying to fall face first into the ground. And How many people has he captured? Has he tortured them? Just the thought makes me want to vomit on his back.
"Why are you doing this?" I decide the best action was to try and get answers. Especially since this guy seems to be about 6 feet and I'm only y/h . Fighting won't work (If you're taller than 6" I'm sorry but you got to shrink to make this work)
"It's a hobby of mine.."
"It's a sick hobby... normal people read books or play games."
"This is my game doll" the smugness is radiating off him in clouds, he could suffocate me with how much he is producing.
"You're just a pedophile." The man quickly halts, slamming me on the ground in the process.
"Fuck! Hey!" I put my hand to my head to check for any bleeding.
"Don't call me that again!" As I look up from the floor I realize something. He's the purple creep from earlier.
"You're the one stalking kids" I boldly state as I make eye contact. His purple orbs fiercely pierced mine with an ominous look.
"Oh shit.." I gulp finally understanding my situation.
"Come on man, we can all be friends here. Remember that b-Barney song?" He doesn't look amused.
"I love you, you love-"
the next thing I know is my body is being dragged down one of the hallways and my vision is going in and out.
Toy bonnies POV
"Come on Bonnie we have to get back on stage." T Chica quacks at me as she fixes her shiny bib.
"Y/n said to meet her here, so I'm waiting." I stand my ground, leaning my human form against one of the stages pillars.
"Why do you even care about that lousy night guard? She looks like she don't shower and she doesn't even care about us!" The metallic girl was walking towards me now, the heat of her body emitting off her more as she got angry.
"She's nice! Maybe if you didn't try to kill her and try to get to know her you'd know that." Out the corner of my eye I notice T Freddy listening in.
"You too Fred!" He rolls his eyes before joining in our conversation.
"It's just going to be the same shit with just different night guards, do you think she has what it takes to set us free? Do you think she's strong? Because that night we attacked she didn't stand a chance." T Chica nods at his statement agreeing with every word.
"I-" I close my lips, trying to think of the perfect sentence.
"She-" I frown, the words are too hard to find to talk about this situation.
"Then we train her...?" I suggest
"What are you even saying!? We're souls of dead children in animatronics not fucking ninjas!" Chica pips in once again, her heavy arms swinging in the air.
"Quiet down! The kids could hear you!" T Freddy scolds.
"Fine. You two win this talk but it's not over... just let me go check on her... please.." I beg even putting my bunny ears down for affect. T Fred puffs his chest then huffs, in thought. While T Chica continues to frown but adds a head shake.
"You know Afton has been wandering around here.,, I know you've felt his dead stare and the chills that crawl up your spine when he's in a 10 foot radius." T Chica freezes in what could only be sheer horror. T Freddy stops his motions as well but isn't such an open book. He holds himself together well, that's why he is the leader of the little group after all.
"I- fine Bonnie go, but make it quick we got a show to perform." He begins to walk away, his giant feet clanking with each step.
"And Bonnie?" Chica follows suit, getting ready to return to the stage.
"Yea?" I respond pushing myself off the red wall.
"Be careful." My bunny ears upturn as my lips do as well. I could feel something warming in my chest as his words sink deeper into my mind. What could this be?
"I will." My feelings were limited before I died. I couldn't name each one I felt, I couldn't categorize them in a group. All I felt was a fuzziness with it all. But this time there was heat. Maybe it was something called gratitude? I heard one of the old night guards talking about it. I shake my head as I return to reality.
Right now I need to find Y/n
A/n do you like where this is going or would you rather have the crack fic back?
