I've been more time on my feet today, I guess the medicine Frog has been giving me really works, despite the fact that I don't go beyond the security office, or just beyond the pizzeria. Even remaining in bed is a harder work than being on my feet working, which only includes Bonnie and Chica. They told me that, when I was in my coma, they left a note in the security office explaining about my absence: for voice or maintenance. The point is that I might start to work again in Christmas, when the restaurant opens again. Between gossips and conversations, I got to know that the restaurant is definitely going to open on that day, and if this old calendar of mine is ok, we're opening the day after tomorrow, with all the Christmas decoration we've done as well; Bonnie made stars and little shiny moons that will give to the restaurant a really cool look from his last restaurant. He helped me to make a small Christmas tree too, with some little green pieces of paper and with paper balls pretending to be Christmas balls. It's not the best decoration I've ever seen in my life, but given the fact that they have been hand-made, it makes me see them cuter than others, even more because of the help of Bonnie. While we were cutting paper, I noticed Bonnie winced a bit to cut: his moves are kind of clumsy, and he can't help himself from closing tightly his eyelids every time he does something. He left my room to go with Chica to look for some recipes.
While everybody is putting the decoration in the pizzeria, I'm for now laying down in my bed, which Frog still suggests me, but I feel strong enough to start investigating what I should've been investigating days ago. I carefully got up of my bed, watching to not step on a paper star or just decoration stuff. I walked all around my bed toward my door. When I opened it, I could see Foxy hanging a long old-looking LED light series above the kitchen's door. I also saw Chica's shadow projected from the kitchen. I don't see anyone else around. Bonnie must be in his room right now, just what I needed to start.
I walked to his door as I knocked it.
"Bonnie?" I asked.
I knocked again, "Bon..." I said this time louder.
I think Bonnie is not there. I can't help but feeling curiosity, so, without authorization, I decided to open the door and get in. Indeed, Bonnie is not here, it's just his guitar on the bed and the bathroom's door opened. I walked in a little more, slowly while focusing on all the objects I could find around, objects that, from my point of view, are useful or new. I stepped in front of his wardrobe, and I can see he doesn't have much clothes, none of us use a lot of clothes though, humans already know us in our own style. There are his gloves, which he hasn't worn lately, and a little black hat, I didn't know he had one with him. I turned to my right hand to walk toward the bathroom, maybe there's the thing I need to get. I walked carefully as I was seeing nothing useful, but... this. My sight stopped over the sink by seeing many cream and make up products, there are even more than in Chica's room. I took one of those creams to see what they were for, but I didn't see anything about it. I raised my sight to a little mirror right above the sink, where I could notice some little fingerprints all over it, these are definitely from Bonnie. While I kept inspecting the bathroom, I heard someone turning the doorknob of Bonnie's room. I quickly moved to the right side of the sink, which is a sightless spot from outside. I heard someone walking, I guess it's Bonnie who was roaming all around his room, hopefully he's not looking for something he lost, because that would mean that he doesn't even have what I need to get.
"I hope this can make it," Bonnie said lowly.
I slowly leaned a bit to peek outside, just to see if I can find out what is he talking about, however, I just saw a rope, a long latex rope. Why would Bonnie ever want that? This is really weird. I strongly need Bonnie to leave his room, I bet he already knows that I already realized about his behavior, I can't let him know, I'm pretty sure, very soon, the truth will come out. I heard Bonnie sat on his bed, and he pulled out a drawer, as though he were going to look for something. I hope this won't take too long.
"Bonnie!" Chica yelled from the kitchen.
"What!?" Bonnie yelled back.
"I found the recipe, let's cook!"
"Ok, I'm coming!" Bonnie said as he got up.
I heard Bonnie's steps, and then his door being opened, and finally closed. Just to make sure there won't be more troubles, I peeked outside once again, and I could see the room was empty. I slowly left the bathroom, and the first thing that caught my attention was the opened drawer. I walked closer to it, and I could see a yellow folder inside, and, on his bed, my little daisy. Was he thinking about me? I didn't want to think more about what Bonnie was thinking about, so I rather decided to leave his room at once. I slowly opened the door. I could see Bonnie's shadow projected outside the kitchen. Perfect! I gotta get out of here.
It wasn't hard for me to get to my room, I'm sure no one saw me getting into Bonnie's room. This investigation was totally worthless; I couldn't find something important, like a message, just this stupid cream. I hold it in my right hand while I was sat on the edge of my bed. I carelessly started to read the cream label, just to know what kind of care Bonnie was interested on.
"Instructions for use: apply softly over the wounded area, rubbing with the fingertips over it making circle movements"
It cannot be, just like I supposed, somebody has been beating Bonnie up, that explains why he's always hurt, why his fur turned darker, and why his hands shudder. What it doesn't explain at all, which is probably the main answer, is his exacerbated interest for us to go to bed early; Chica told me that Bonnie is worried about how long we sleep, that way he is the last one to go to bed, maybe throughout that time he's been alone there is something that has been causing that plight.
After some minutes being here on my bed, while looking at the ceiling, and holding this cream in front of my face, I had a plan: I will act as natural as always so Bonnie won't suspect anything; I'll sleep just when Bonnie indicates and says; approximately at 1:00 A. M., I'll subtly get up and I'll roam all over the pizzeria, and I will even do it outside if it's necessary. I hope this really works.
11:50 P. M.
Chica, Foxy and Frog had gotten up from their seats.
"You'll have to cook more pizzas like that, Chica," Foxy said while stretching his arms.
"It was a really good pizza," Bonnie said while cleaning his mouth with a napkin.
"Thanks so much, guys!" Chica said as she hugged Bonnie. I saw he got his ears droopy when he hugged Chica.
"Shall we go to sleep now?" Frog asked.
"I think so, it's a bit late already," I said while standing up. "What do you think, Chica?"
"Sounds good to me; Christmas is very soon, and all of us must look better than ever," she said while ruffling her hair, "this golden hair won't keep this shiny itself."
"Coal hair you wanted to say, didn't you?" Foxy said teasing her.
"I will also get your hair as shiny as mine, babe," Chica said as she kissed Foxy's cheek.
"No I don't want my hair to be shiny, the only think I need to be shiny, is this beautiful hook," Foxy said while polishing his hook.
"Oh, of course, that too," Chica said cheerless.
Frog started to laugh about what they were talking about. Meanwhile I kept studying sideways Bonnie, who was constantly avoiding our conversations.
"Let's go to bed then," I said.
"Don't worry about the table, I'll clean it up," Bonnie quickly said.
"Are you sure you don't want some help with that, Bonnie?" Chica asked while being embraced by Foxy.
"No, it's ok, when I finish I'll go to sleep," Bonnie said.
"Ok then. Good night, guys!" Chica said while lying on Foxy's arms.
"Good night," I said still watching sideways Bonnie.
"Until tomorrow," Frog said as she walked toward my room, where she's currently sleeping.
To keep myself from suspicions, I'll do what I most wish, being unworried about that. I walked around the table where we currently are eating since the restaurant is being fixed. I slowly grabbed Bonnie from his waist, watching to not do it strongly.
"You really don't want some help with this?" I slowly whispered to his ear. Bonnie giggled quietly, but not the way he used to do it when he was happy.
"Yeah, you should go to sleep," he said while smiling and taking some glasses and plates.
"I don't want to go without you, Bon," I said while nibbling his neck. I felt Bonnie put his hands over mine, "But it's ok, I will let my king finish it," I said still hugging him.
"Thanks," he said as he kissed my cheek.
Before I left him alone, I talk to him again a little further from him.
"Hey."
"Mmm?"
"I love you," I said smiling.
"I love you too," he said while frowning, like he were about to cry.
I turned around with nothing else to say, still with my plan in mind.
1:08 A. M.
After a deep nightmare I opened my eyes again, looking all around, where I just saw Frog sat and asleep on that chair set on one corner of my room. While I was still staring at my whole darkened room, I was also trying to focus on what I listened. I didn't hear anything, not even a little noise, it's absolutely weird. I slowly got up from my bed, being really careful to not wake Frog up and realize what I'm about to do. I slowly started to sneak to my door. Frog suddenly moved a little from her spot, but fortunately she didn't wake up, so I kept going forward. I slowly opened the door, and there was nothing, the lights were turned off, and the place was silent. I left my room to see a bit more, even though I was seeing nothing, I had the hunch of finding something peculiar, like a thing that could give me a clue, or maybe the answer to know what is going on. I walked through the dining area, and, as Bonnie said before, the table where we have dinner is cleaned, and so the rest of them. I reached the kitchen to look for something, but everything seemed to be as usual; Chica is used to clean it up after cooking, whether with Foxy's help or by her own. I turned to the hallways, but I rather thought of inspecting this area first before I go check out the office. I walked in front of the front door, staring through the crystal brand new door, the empty and lonely street, it's normal for it to be like this at this hour. I reached the stage, and I didn't see anything unusual: my microphone was in the same spot, and the stereos looked as normal as always. Then I decided to go to the office security. In that moment, I heard a tiny crack over the stage; I knew it wasn't normal to hear that here. I walked up to the stage. I slowly opened up the curtains that cover the back part of it. In this place, I found Bonnie on his knees with his wrists tied up with the rope he got. He was sweating and crying.