These are the nights I like to call 'awesome'. Now it's kind of impossible for each of us to get up and get ourselves ready to work, in fact, we have to prepare even better because of people from Moonlight. Bonnie... He is right now sat down across the stage from me, we almost passed out here because of those beers, I'd never tried some amazing drinks; since Chica came out from the kitchen, and she was carrying them, I knew they were not the same ones, they were brand new somehow, it could've been the presentation or the alcohol percent, or something like that. The alcohol has never made me go crazy, or act irrationally, as long as I don't drink too much, but this beer made me end up here in the stage, I never thought I could get drunk like this.
I don't know what time is it, but I'm sure there's still time for us to get ready and sleep warmly in our beds, and not in this cold floor.
I can't help but stare at Bonnie. Why? I'm not used to stare at people this long, or to worry about the most insignificant things that can happen to them; the last time I felt like that was the day a female animatronic came here to work, where Chica currently works. She was a beautiful girl. Actually, come to think of it, she looked pretty similar like Foxy; I guess she was also a fox, white and pink. She used to do a nice job, she was coy, but she always faced everything bravely. I, being in the puberty, went closer to her, and also she let me get in that far, I was feeling comfortable and thrilled of having someone to tell and trust everything, she and I were so close to each other until she went through a problem with a child here, and they had to send her away, they may sent her to the fabric she was built to fix her and figure out what happened. Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was going through serious problems, but instead of closing the pizzeria, they kept the doors opened, and Chica joined the crew, replacing that little lass. Chica's kind of cute too, but... as I keep growing up, I don't feel anything for her, she's not probably as cute as I thought, because if she were, I would have even tried to get something special with her; I like women, if I don't like Chica it's because she's not the kind of girl I mostly like. What I would have to do, is to wait for the good one, the one I'll be able to share the rest of my life with 'til the end of the universe, I'll know it when I see her: she's going to make me look at her every single day, be worried about her and, of course, make me feel overjoyed and motivated. After a few minutes in silence (in my mind, too) I asked to myself: "Bonnie makes me feel like that?" That's impossible, I'm not gay,.I don't like men. Bonnie is kind of cute, but I can't fall in love with a man, that's ridiculous and preposterous. Stupid, Freddy, stop thinking like that, you better stop talking to yourself and take everyone to their bedrooms. I got up from the stereo with a painful headache; I decided to go toward Bonnie first: he was already asleep, he had his ears down pointing to my feet right in front of me, he also had his left hand over his belly, and he was holding, in the other one, a bottle with that killing drink.
It's been one minute and I'm still here staring at him, why am I still here? I better take him to his bedroom and think that this never happened. As I thought so, I carried Bonnie into my arms and I walked to his room, which was closed, dark and cold. I walked in silently, hoping I don't wake him up. I laid him down on his bed. I can't see any quilt around to cover him; I can't leave Bonnie with just a blanket covering him. It's really cold now. I touched his ear. I could feel it's cold, he can even get sick. What do I do?
...I think there's no other way. Just for today and for being a special case, I'll lay down with him, I hope with my body can get warm Bonnie's body, so then I'll be able to go to sleep and leave him in peace. I carefully went to the other side of the bed, and I sat down with my back to Bonnie. I didn't wake him up, so I finally laid down next to him. I'm feeling a little weird here, I didn't want to be in contact with his body, just for not being rude or make him feel that I'm trying to do anything else, but... well, I don't want him to get cold either. Hoping that Bonnie doesn't wake up, I slowly get closed to his body, until I felt the fur of his back and the fur of my arm together, I think this is close enough. I'll just look at the ceiling and ponder some more again while the bed gets warmer, and so Bonnie.
Bonnie, he has the same name of that little rabbit I met in that fabric; he was a kind and gentle guy. I remember that this human, that day, was talking to another, he told him that they were going to move me with Bonnie the Bunny, and I didn't know what that meant. Just to have a good time there, I wanted to be kind and gentle, just like the way he was, being moved was not that bad, because, given the fact that I already had a friend, his creator had also a daughter, and she used to go to our room to play with us: we used to play lunch time, tea party, hide-and-seek, etc. I really thought those days were going to last more, until that accident happened to that poor woman. That was the first time I saw someone dead. I knew everything was going to be a disaster. When I was in the doorway of the room, I saw my creator running toward us, so I just had the idea of giving my little daisy to Bonnie, hoping that someday I get to recognize him as that Bonnie, weather he were wearing it or he brought it everywhere, so I could know he is definitely the one I looked for: happy and sad memories about my past.
While I was still thinking about my past, I felt that Bonnie turned around and cuddled me. Bonnie? Bonnie... What? What do I do? Ok, calm down, he probably did that because of the temperature of my body. I was quite a while in Bonnie's arms thinking about what to do, until I was feeling so sleepy, I felt so comfortable and warm. I can't stay here, I gotta get up, but he is so soft and warmly, I can't move a single muscle. I laid my head in his pillow, I can't take it anymore, now I just see his wardrobe with some clothes I just gave him, his guitar, a lamp, and... a daisy. A...!?