Bonnie
"Isn't that Mike here yet? I don't wanna be found by that thing."
"They told me he had a familiar trouble, he had to attend to an event."
"I'll tell the boss so he can get him right here right now. I don't think I could be here anymore."
"Calm down, you really think it's walking through the city from there towards this restaurant?"
"I don't know, but wherever it goes, there's chaos and accidents."
"Then don't come anymore and stay at home," one man said while they both were walking out the restaurant.
"No, I need this job; they won't accept me somewhere else..." The other man said as one of them locked the front door, leaving us "disabled" and alone on stage; we often wait for the employees to go away far enough so we can roam around, but I couldn't wait anymore, I woke up immediately to see Freddy.
"Bonnie, wait! We have to wait some more," Chica whispered loudly.
"I'm sorry, I have to see him," I said turning to Chica, then making my way back to Freddy's room again. When I got in, I could see poor Freddy on his bed, with no words to say just like when I found him here today. I slowly walked toward him as I was contemplating him, and, at the same time, checking him out to be sure he's ok, and he was, or at least that's what I could see. I got closer to the side of the bed he's laid on, and then I tilted my head to his so I can put my forehead against his.
"I promise you'll be ok, my Fred," I said hoarsely.
In that moment Chica suddenly walked up, and I raised my head to see her.
"How is he?" she asked.
"It seems he's ok, he's breathing normally," I said while looking at him.
Chica did look at Freddy too.
"Bonnie."
"What?"
"Don't worry anymore, just before we started to work, I called a friend of mine who knows more about medicine and all that stuff, I'm pretty sure she'll be able to take care of Freddy while we're acting." She patted on the shoulder.
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely. She must be around by now, so I'm going to check the front door to see if she's here."
"Ok," I said while looking at Chica walking out.
I kept contemplating Freddy, who wasn't moving, but though he's not speaking, I enjoy looking at him and think about some vows we could make once he's awake, about those memories we can do if we travel or if we just spend time together now that we know we like each other, it would be wonderful! I walked to Freddy again, but this time to the other side of the bed so I can lay down beside him, like if I were going to sleep with him—which I'm not doing, because I want him to rest, and I stared at him closer, watching how the air get in and out of his nose, how he looked like without his top hat: his natural beauty. I thought about those little moment we have spent in the pizzeria. I stretched my hand to rub softly his forehead, going down from there to his cheekbone, moving his fur. He is so cute. I heard somebody opened the front door; maybe Chica's friend is here, so I better go to meet her. I got up from the bed as I pulled up the white blanket so Freddy can be more covered.
"You'll be ok," I whispered once I was on feet.
I left his room and closed the door behind me. In the distance I saw Chica's shadow with a small thing next to her; both of them are outside the restaurant, but the darkness doesn't let me see them clearly, so I walked closer to them slowly. They were walking in again, when I realize that the small thing, next to Chica, is precisely Frog, my best friend of MoonLight.
"Frog!?" I said loud enough for them to hear me.
"Bonnie?" she said silently, "are you Bonnie!?"
I instantly smiled eagerly while I walked toward her. She started to walk toward me too.
"You are Bonnie!? It's you, it's you!?" she kept asking joyfully. "Bonnie!"
She eventually yelled out my name and jumped over me to give me a big hug. I felt such a great feeling by seeing her again.
"I can't believe it's you! I missed you so much!" she said while hugging me.
"I missed you so much too," I said excited.
We were there some minutes, until I heard someone talking behind us.
"Freddy's been already replaced?" asked Foxy.
As I heard Foxy, I put down Frog, breaking our hug.
"I'm really sorry, guys, Bonnie and I used to spend quite time together when he worked in MoonLight," Frog explained.
"When he worked in where?" Foxy asked totally puzzled.
"Foxy, remember that MoonLight is the restaurant where Bonnie used to work before he arrived here," Chica explained.
"Exactly," Frog said. "So yesterday I received a message from my dear old friend Chica. She told me that you are going through a rough time with one of your friends, aren't you?"
"Yes, he's called Freddy, and he is really sick, we need someone to take care of him," Chica explained.
"Well, then there is no time to lose, could you guys take me to him?"
"Sure, I'll take you with him. This way," Chica said as she walked to Freddy's room.
"Bonnie, I'd love to talk with you, but right now I rather go to see your friend and know what's going on, ok?" Frog said while looking at me.
"Yeah, it's ok." She walked with Chica to Freddy's room, so I obviously followed them to listen to Frog's opinion about Freddy's health.
"Go ahead," Chica said as she opened the door for Frog.
"It's him?"
"Yeah."
"Ok, I will get closer to analyze him."
Chica stayed right in front of the bed, and I was in the doorway. We both were watching Frog making her analysis. After a while, she took off her stethoscope and turned to us.
"Listen, guys, this is going to be tougher than I thought."
"Why? Is he that bad?" I asked.
"Freddy right now is in a coma, which means that he will not respond to some stimuli we are used to do, like moving the pupils, wincing by loud noises, etc. At least not now, but later. The point is that I'm going to need some machines to take care of him, I can't do this by my own, besides the fact that I need him to rest in a sterilized room, just to prevent other illnesses."
"Sure, but... why did it happen to him?" I asked Frog.
"I don't know yet, his metabolism could show a better answer, the consumption of drugs could as well. Don't you know if Freddy used to frequent any habits, like consumption of narcotics?"
"I'm sure he didn't, right, Chica?" I said.
"Yeah, I'm sure about that, too," Chica said.
I noticed Chica hesitated.
"Ok, then I'll make you a list which will have all the things I'm going to need, ok, Chica?"
"Yeah, ok, I'll do my best to get this stuff," Chica said as she walked out.
"Frog, I have no idea how I could ever thank you for what you're doing," I said with my ears droopy.
"Oh, don't say that, Bon." She giggled, "The best gift for me right now, is to see Freddy totally cured."
"I guess you're right."
"But anyway, I'm so happy to see you again," she said as she hugged me again with one arm.
"Me too," I said smiling. "Please, take good care of him; he is very... important for me."
"I sure will, don't worry," she said while pinching softly my cheek.
I left the room afterward, now Frog can look after Freddy.
I felt better by knowing that Frog is taking care of Freddy, even though I didn't know Frog had medicine experience, I guess I never put enough time to know my friends.
While I was leaving Freddy's room, I saw Chica and Foxy in a table looking at some papers, I guess they are looking for a way to get all the machines Freddy will need; seeing all this crew work hard to find a solution for Freddy makes me feel thrilled, and well... it's someone I'm really worried about. While I was roaming around to find an activity to be distracted on, I could hear people yelling from outside the pizzeria, and it wasn't just me, Chica and Foxy raised their glances and turned at where those screams were. I walked to them to ask about it.
"Did you hear that?"
People were still screaming: the cars were forcing themselves to stop, things were crushing and clattering on the ground; they were sounding closer to the restaurant.
"Hey, Chica, why don't you go to see what's going on," Foxy said.
"Ok," she said as she got up and walked to the front door.
This reminded me that newspaper I read in the kitchen this morning, is it true then?
"You know what is it, lad?"
"I don't know," I said.
Then I heard the same catastrophic and guttural sound I heard once in the fabric.
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