Chapter 45
Bonnie
I could spend the rest of my life writing a book about all the suffer I will have to go through tonight, and the rest of the days that Springtrap decides to come here at the pizzeria so he can satisfy, what seems to be, his lust with me. Despite the acts he did, I think I'm not going to be good enough to hide this from my friends; Chica hugged me today in breakfast, and I felt like the whole stereo was dropped over me. I noticed Frog was focusing her attention on all the movements and the behavior I was having during breakfast.
Some humans had already gotten in the restaurant. I can hear they are working in the parking lot, but I don't think they had entered into the dining area. Chica and I are in our original positions totally motionless; Foxy had talked with us about how probably would it be for the employees to check out our rooms, including ourselves. Fortunately, Frog is not part of Freddy Fazbear's crew, so she has locked herself in with Freddy. Not even in my other life I would forgive myself if something happens to him.
"Bonnie," Chica whispered, "Bonnie."
"Chica?" I whispered back.
"Are you ok?"
"What do you mean?" I kept whispering.
"Didn't I hurt today in breakfast?"
"Don't worr..." I said, and then I immediately quiet down when I heard someone walking into the place.
It must be 8 A. M., due to the fact that humans are not used to come here this early.
"We'll just need to work from here, to here."
"I'll call the others."
Some men were talking in the entrance of the restaurant. I slowly opened slightly my eyes so I could see what they were doing over there: they are two men dressed up with white shirts and black ties. One of them has crotched down to, it seems, get something on the floor.
"Mike Schmidt."
"What?"
"This was on the floor."
"What is it?"
"Looks like an identification card."
Those men got closer to each other to see what one of them picked up from the floor.
"He's an employee of the restaurant, he works here as a night guard."
"Good for him, he won't have to be here picking up this trash."
"Good for him? Who'd want to spend a whole night here with those freaks?"
I saw one of them pointed at the stage. I quickly closed my eyes again.
"What's up with them?"
"This restaurant has a longer history than you could imagine, it's just hard to find out the real one." The men kept talking to each other. I decided to get away my attention from them, due to, from my point of view, their conversation was worthless to get clues, or more theories about the past of this restaurant.
10:00 P. M.
After some long hours standing up with nothing to do, there was no way for me to contain my exacerbated necessity to go to the bathroom. Chica, a few minutes ago, got out from here. She walked toward the kitchen to make dinner; thankfully, she won't stop making food for us, not even when the restaurant is destroyed and we can be seen from the car park.
I feel so scared for the clock to chime until midnight, I don't know how to keep Chica, Foxy or Frog from listen to us while we... do it, or should I say, while they rape me. I swore to Freddy that I would be willing to go through this, and I'm going to do it.
One of the most puzzling facts that is rounding in my mind, is to see Foxy all cleaned up and in good conditions—physics and emotional. I thought, after that night, Frog and Chica would turn him into a special case to investigate, however, there wasn't any prove that it would have happened, there was not even blood or pieces of Mike anywhere. If this would have been up to me, of course I would have treated Foxy the way he deserved to be treated in that moment too, I wouldn't have let them hurt Mike. Despite all my intentions, there's now nothing to do about him. Rest in peace.
As I interrogate myself about Foxy and his involuntary (voluntary, perhaps) murdering act, I do it too about the noises: our rooms are not so far from the stage, even when Freddy sings quietly, without the amplifiers, I can hear him. I screamed out for help, but, it seems that nobody heard my pleas for help during that night, it's totally odd.
11:30 P. M.
Chica, since I know her, has cooked the best pizzas ever, even when the edges of it are burned out, or when the toppings were about to expire, or for any natural affair, however, this has been the first tasteless pizza in my life, at lease tasteless for me, and so my soda was as well. Right now food is tasteless for me, I can't help but think about that, there are just thirty minutes left for me to start thinking about my pain.
Just to be sure everything were under Springtrap's conditions, I asked my friends to finish all their duties so they could go to bed earlier. I made up the importance of our health when we got to sleep eight hours straight, otherwise, it could be worse for our health, including the emotional one, which, eventually, will be shown up in our work, and as such to the face of the restaurant.
11:50 P. M.
I decided to spend a few minutes in Freddy's room; I would love to see how he is going. Frog left for a while to Chica's room, I guess she wanted to go to see them, including Foxy, who, since Chica got sick, stayed there with her; if it's ok to Chica, I don't see why they shouldn't be together, since Foxy's cove is really gloomy and cold, just like the way I started to see this pizzeria. I had no idea how hard was to smile, to make a real smile.
Freddy is on his bed with his eyes closed, just like the day before yesterday I found him here. I slowly walked toward his bed as silent as I could; however, I stepped on a syringe wrapper, which was near to his bed. Freddy slowly opened his eyes again. My heart started to beat joyfully, even though it was already beating fast because of the midnight. In this case, Freddy focused his sight on me. I couldn't believe how happy I was, I was awake to see this moment: Freddy looked at me once again. I walked closer to him without losing my sight from his, while waiting for any reaction. Freddy kept staring at me, and due to the silence of the room, I could hear he was trying to move his hand. I looked at his hand, and, indeed, he was trying to move it up. My tears wanted to start flowing from my eyes, but I decided not to start a weeping right now. I took with my hand his, clenching it softly: his soft hand and slightly bigger than mine. Freddy suddenly started to close his fingers, still grabbing my hand. I stared at his hand, and I looked back at him, who was still staring at me.
"Freddy," I said while sobbing.
I took his hand between my two hands, raising it upward a little more, still staring at Freddy and his beautiful and blue eyes.
My vision, suddenly, turned back blurred, while putting messages on it—'It's me', the same ones like the day I met Golden Freddy. When I looked at Freddy's clock, I could see it was already 12 A. M., it was time for me to be in the stage. With my hands on the sides of my head, I walked away Freddy's room, who kept with his eyes opened without focusing on my sight while I left anymore. I quickly walked to the stage; I wanted this pain to finish at once, though I'm sure this isn't worse than the one I'm going to feel now. I reached the stage and walked to the deepest spot, which is found behind the curtains. There was nothing, it was as dark as the last time I was here with Springtrap. After some seconds, the headache got away, and, inevitably, I saw that Springtrap was already in the other side of this place.
"You're late, Bonnie," he said.
"I'm sorry," I said looking down.
"No problem, actually it's a good moment." Then Springtrap started to walk to me, closer and closer. When he was finally standing right in front of me, with his knee he hit my belly. I hardly held myself to yell, even though I was already hurt because of the way he kicked me yesterday, this pain is suffocating!
"Now that you're on your knees, you can start," he said.
Springtrap's gate had opened, I knew what it meant. He thrusted himself on my face so I could touch it. It's for you, Freddy! It's for you!