8 days later
Freddy
"Morning, Frog," Bonnie said next to me.
"Good morning, Bonnie. Today you got up earlier."
"Yeah... It was kind of hard for me to sleep again, so I wanted to come here for a while."
"I see. Wouldn't you like to go to the kitchen to help Chica with breakfast?"
Bonnie giggled softly.
"I guess I should. I better go," he said as he got up from a chair next to my bed. "But I will be right back, huh"
"Don't worry, he won't close his eyes again like that time," Frog said while walking to me.
Then I heard how her steps were getting slightly louder as she walked closer to me.
"Freddy," she was saying, "Freddy." Frog started to push softly my shoulder, and I, even though I wasn't asleep at all, woke up.
"Good morning, Freddy," she said next to me.
"Good morning, Frog," I said.
"How do you feel today?" She was smiling.
"Much better; every day I feel like I can go back to performance again." I sat down on my own bed.
"I'm glad to hear that, so that means that in few days I will have to go."
"Go?"
"Yes," she said while shrugging. "When you asked me who I was, I just told you that I was going to take care of you, but I didn't tell you that I was going to be here forever."
I could see she meant it; she has made a face that I'd never met until now.
"But... Where are you going?"
"I belong to a restaurant, I will find out the way to go back; humans will find me, and then I'll be the main attraction that, a few days ago, was only useful to amuse children, just like you guys will do in Christmas."
"What do you mean?" I asked totally puzzled.
"Fazbear's owner published an announcement, saying that the pizzeria will open its doors for people again for Christmas, which is on December 25th."
I looked at all of the corners of my room puzzled, trying to think about answers or solutions to the things that must be done in this eve in this restaurant; I've been in this conditions for quite a while. I hope it's not too late to fix this issue.
"Freddy?" Frog asked closer to me.
"I'm sorry," I said as I shook my head.
"Anyway, according to your diagnostic, today you are ready to walk over every place in the pizzeria, even back and forth, but just be careful if you get tired, ok?"
"Ok."
"Alright, then you can go back to sleep or walk again, as you wish," she said as she giggled, "I will go with Chica and tell her about your condition and about my situation."
"Thanks." I smiled at her.
To get rid of any illusions, I told Frog that I was still feeling kind of scared about going to the security office; I thought it might be too much, and eventually, I'd get hurt one more time. Frog has been the animatronic that had most helped me out with this problem. I don't even remember how it felt to be in that condition all this time; although anybody can think that I'm out of my mind, I didn't actually feel these days: I remember that I got up in the morning and went to the kitchen for a glass of water so I can moist my irritated throat, but it wasn't just that, I knew something else was wrong with myself: I felt dizzy, I had colic, my eyes were reddish, and slowly I was feeling no more the floor beneath my feet, so I decided to go to lay down. From my point of view the main problem that was causing this illness was the pressure of Christmas, and the blissful experience of being even closer to my adorable Bonnie, whom by the way, I keep many memories in my dreams, or at least what seemed to be my dreams. I got a blurred memory where some people were in a small room. They were talking all together, and I was also there, but I couldn't do anything so they could hear me, even though I struggled to make a tiny sound, they just could not. Sometimes I felt like somebody wanted to ask me something, but I didn't understand, I didn't even know if those questions were to me, or if it was just me wondering about what happened in my life. I could even see myself when I was eight years old; I could see Ivy, Bonnie, everyone in that place, but I could do nothing to change what happened either, it just went on in my mind, and faded as the most important facts in each moment would've been fulfilled, releasing the emotions and feelings that, in that time, overwhelmed my thoughts, stopping me from thinking straight and certainly. I remember one time seeing Bonnie holding my hand, excited and crying, and right in the moment I tightened my grip, he suddenly broke it, as though my hand had stung his and would let go liters of blood over my body. In that moment I thought there won't be anything, not even a divine miracle that allowed me to make Bonnie part of my life. On that day, I had practically offered my life and my own soul, because I know without him, I'd be done.
Frog told me that every single day, Bonnie came to my room to see me, to tell me about the stuff of the pizzeria, to change my bedsheets, even to help me to eat; she gave all my successful health credit to Bonnie, and honestly, I don't feel strong enough to thank him all the things and actions he has made to me, beside the fact of working here and get along with the humans, the same ones who can switch us off and get rid of us, just in case they start to see suspicious behaviors in us. Despite the fact that Bonnie has been really selfless and gently, since the first day I was able to express the words I wanted to say, I studied the way Bonnie was acting like lately, and, indeed, he was happy to see me awakened: his fur always stood on end every time he saw me, he always brought a little present with him, such as chocolates, teddies, little slices of pizza, etc. Bonnie is an extraordinary guy, but I'm kind of worried about his behavior, even about his body. Frog haven't told me about something that could've happened to him, although I got the hunch that it might be the reason why the restaurant is opening in Christmas, and why the entrance is all destroyed. She just told me that I was going to know it soon, but, for my own good, I should let humans fix all the mess that is in the entrance. That could be the reason why Bonnie's been acting kind of weird, because... these days, I've noticed some little bruises on him, most of them over his belly and chest: since he's got white-purple fur on his torso, they get dark. His eyes are reddish, sometimes he "falls" asleep while he's sat here, and other times I found him sweating and tired, as though he would've run in a marathon. Yesterday I was feeling sleepy. He came to see me in my room with a plate with vanilla ice cream, knowing that it's my favorite flavor. He was feeding me with a little spoon, taking some of it and put it into my mouth, a really sweet detail of his. However, every time he stretched his arm to feed me, I could see his hand shuddering, with scratch-shaped scars on it, even an opened wound. I feel Bonnie is hiding something from me, or maybe from all of us, but if I find out someone is been hurting him, I swear I'll do my best to save him; Bonnie has been through many things these days, that's the less I could do that for him.
I still remember that, the first nights I started to speak again, it seemed to me ridiculous what Chica told me: she said a frog was taking care of me, but then she explained that it's not precisely a frog, but an animatronic. I thought the restaurant was going to be worse than ever, since they had let other animatronics to get in the pizzeria, which I've never considered a good idea for being quite worried about the conditions of the restaurant and our big and noticeable presence. Chica told me she was built to take care of wounded animatronics in particular, or sick ones. One night, I got to talk with her. She told me about the days she used to visit Bonnie in MoonLight, which helped me a lot to know more about Bonnie's past, to know more about his behavior: according to Frog, Bonnie has been the same guy there and here, but not anymore, and I'll try to find out why.
Slowly, leaning myself on my arms and hands, I got off the bed, hoping there wasn't any problem by trying. It wasn't hard at all; I could get up like any normal morning in the restaurant, except for the idea of working today. I checked out my clock, which was 6:07 A. M., I could go back to sleep, but I'm really tired of being laid down on this bed, just when Bonnie is here makes me forget all the pain. I left my room and everywhere was dark; the new front door seems to be finished already, but if the restaurant wants to open in Christmas, so be it. The kitchen's door is opened as it releases some smoke and yellow light from there. I walked until the doorway, where I found Chica and Frog working on the kitchen bar, taking and putting stuff on something, and Bonnie sat down on the table: he was putting some kind of cream on the back of his hand. When he realized about my presence, he quickly took the cream and hid it under the table.
"Freddy, why are you up so early?" Chica asked when she saw me.
"I'm tired of being in bed, so I wanted to walk a little."
"Are you hurt yet?" Bonnie asked.
"No, don't worry," I said smiling, "I've never felt better, just look how handsome I look!"
Bonnie started to laugh when I flexed my arms.
"You always look handsome," he said blushed.
"Thanks," I said while walking behind him and caressing his shoulder.
"Hey, Freddy, do you think it's still time for us to order the Christmas stuff?" Chica asked while holding some dough.
"I don't think so; I guess the only ones who are going to come over are the humans that are fixing the entrance." I was still caressing Bonnie's shoulder.
"I could bring some decoration here," Frog added.
"Really?" Chica asked.
Bonnie was still rubbing the back of his hand with his index finger.
"In my restaurant, humans buy a lot of things to decorate in Christmas, but, being a small restaurant, we always end up with a lot of stuff left, I could bring them."
"Don't worry about that, Frog, we can hand make them," I said with both of my hands over Bonnie's shoulders.
"Are you sure?"
"I think that's a good idea, we don't want you to be risking yourself outside," Chica said.
"Ok then," Frog said while smiling.
"I can even ask Foxy for help, he's got a lot of good ideas," Chica said.
"That sounds good," I added.
"But first I need to wait until he wakes up; you know that he's such a lazy guy..." Chica was telling to Frog while both of them were giggling.
"You want to help us, Bonnie?" I said really close to his ear.
Bonnie blushed again and stopped rubbing.
"Me?"
"Uh huh... Please, we can work in my room alone," I said while embracing his neck.
Bonnie reacted in a different way than I thought, but it wasn't different enough for him to not blush.
"Ok," he said while turning his head to the right side, and taking my left hand as I kept hugging him.
"Thanks, Bon," I said as I laid my head against his.
"Alright, guys, get ready 'cause this pizza will be done very soon," Chica said while putting the pizza into the oven.
"You want to come with me and help me to choose my clothes?" I whispered to Bonnie's eat, "you really know how to choose outfits."
"Yeah, sure," he whispered back, "I'm sure you will look very handsome."
"Don't take too long, guys, remember to be on time, now that the workers come to check everywhere," Frog said.
"Beside the fact of cleaning up," Chica added.
"You're right, let's go, Bon," I said while leaving the kitchen.
"Let's go!" Bonnie said.
Standing up makes me want to lay down again, however, I couldn't think about it, I just thought about Bonnie and the way he hardened his body when it was in contact with mine, which is something anybody would do, anybody who has wounds on his body.
I let Bonnie go after me so I could subtly study him. I got to realize he was limping.