The Fazbear Club: Chapter 4
#5 of The Fazbear Club
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Mike stood at his place, rooted in fear onto the tiled floor. He had seen a lot of scary things over the past few years, be it some horror movie, an abandoned building.
Yet, nothing had prepared him to see her, Bonnie the bunny, look so...terrifying. No. Scratch that, she looked demonic. Those eyes that seemed to pierce his soul, that demonic glow that was emanating from her, the razor sharp teeth that seemed like it could tear apart anything.
And yet, she was smiling at him. Perhaps the most frightening feature that she had. A smile that was filled with sweetness yet held a fierce and dark beast behind it.
"...B-Bon...Bo-Bonnie...?" Mike stuttered, trying to form coherent sentence, failing as he stuttered endlessly.
_"What's the matter, Mike? _ Bonnie asked, her demonic tone causing Mike to shiver in fear as he gulped in horror.
She was definitely not herself.
She is not Bonnie.
"Wh-Who...the h-hell...are y-you?" Mike stuttered a little, his tone betraying the scared look he wore.
_ "Don't you remember me? It's me! Bonnie Bunny!" _ Bonnie whined, placing her hands on her chest while pouting her cheeks.
Mike was not convinced. She was far from being the Bonnie he knew. Just what in hell happened?
He took a step back and Bonnie complied, taking a step forward. Mike took another step, she did the same. Gulping, he continued to take more steps back to which Bonnie did the same as well.
Mike turned his face around and noticed he was rather close to the door to the Performance hall. Maybe he could lose her in the darkness! Yea! That seemed viable!
However, when Mike turned back, he yelled when he noticed Bonnie was right in front of him, her amazingly soft body placed up against his, making Mike flinch in surprise. With a firm yet delicate movement, Bonnie placed her right hand onto Mike's left cheek, causing him to shiver at how soft it felt.
"Oh Mike...Just look at you. Your paranoia is getting the better of you" Bonnie soothingly told him, the demonic tone in her voice now gone, scaring Mike even more than usual.
"Wh-What...?" Mike stuttered, fear gripping in place once again.
"Don't worry...Let Bonnie take care of things...I'll get you a nice...warm..." Bonnie said, her eyes widening as her pupils grew black once again with only a white dot, her purple glow returning to her.
*"...SUIT!!" * Bonnie exclaimed, bearing the very same sharp teeth Mike had seen.
Yelping in horror, Mike had managed to shove away the demonic bunny robot, causing her to immediately recover when she was shoved. Mike knew he only had a couple of precious seconds, so without further delay, he turned the door knob before bursting through the door, taking cover in the darkness for a while to think of a plan.
While he did that, Bonnie calmly walked up to the door, kicking it open without hesitation and causing the door to fly outwards.
_ "Come on out Mike~! It won't hurt~" _ Bone stated, giggling a little
"That Much"
Meanwhile, Mike was still trying to formulate a plan, using the darkness as a protective shield. He was hiding underneath one of the stages which he found out was hollow underneath, with a couple of iron bars for support.
He could simply wait her out until 6 am, which he had no idea what would happen by then. But the question is, where?
If he tried to hide in one of the other rooms, Bonnie would most likely find him, since she definitely knew the place like the back of her hand. To which she would...stuff him into a suit, whatever the hell that means. The only logical place where he could go would he the guards office, since it had those really good iron doors, only question now is how was he going to get there?
Trying to run and go Rambo to the other hallway would only get him caught, so only option he had was to sneak his way to the other hallway. Though, with her rather large ears, a slightest sound could probably give him away.
What to do...What. To. Do...
It was then at that time that Mike had to hold his breath as he heard footsteps growing louder and louder. He silently begged that he would not be found out.
_"Oh Mikey~! Come out, come out, wherever you are~!" _
Mike let out a silent gasp, afraid to find out that she was literally just beyond the purple cloth that blocked out the passage underneath the stage. She was so close. So vey close that the slightest noise could probably give him away.
Thankfully, Mike heard a loud crash from somewhere beyond, causing Bonnie to gasp and giggle. Moments later, Mike heard Bonnie's footsteps growing softer and softer, suddenly fading away into nothing.
Mike took the chance he had and ran out of underneath the stage and through one of the two hallways that led to his office. However, just then, Mike heard Bonnie's voice echo behind him.
Thankfully for him, he had finally reached his office and with that, he closed both doors, slamming his fist into the red buttons.
And scarily enough, he heard Bonnie run through the right hallway,plopping herself onto the window while screaming, ** "Let me in honey~!! I won't hurt you~!"**
Mike sat in his chair, horrified at the look Bonnie gave him. Her hair disheveled, the white dot in her eyes now red, still giving off a purple glow, though, now much more potent.
Eventually, Bonnie gave up, sighing in reluctance before disappearing. Mike had to press a button underneath the red one on his right to increase the intensity of the lights outside his office. He peeked through the window and found that Bonnie, was definitely gone.
For now.
Sighing in relief, Mike slumped in his chair and took out his phone, finding that the time was 3 AM. Groaning in displeasure, he adjusted his hat before steeling himself for anymore...encounters...with the purple bunny.
...
Time passed by rather slowly, with Mike closing the doors either when he saw Bonnie on the tablet through the security cameras or when he heard her coming. Either way, he would slam the door just in the nick of time, causing her to huff and grumble as she disappeared into the darkness.
Mike also had learned to use the lights more, since he just barely caught the bunny trying to come into the office.
But even so, Bonnie never gave up, still trying to get into the room to the best of her ability. She even committed to use her most powerful weapon she had.
Cuteness.
Mike nearly gave in once. The only thing managing him to not let her in was that his consciousness kept on bombarding him messages. He had to thank himself for that.
Mike was in the clear once again when she would disappear, though he would often wonder, where she would be. At times, he would find her via the security cameras, either in the Performance hall, staring blankly at...seemingly nothing or somewhere else in the entire Club. There was also that time when Bonnie gave him a heart attack when she leaned her face onto the camera at the Performance hall.
Nevertheless, Mike had managed to keep sane and calm in the ordeal.
...
Mike pulled out his phone and found that it was already 5 AM. How joyful! Only an hour more to go!
With his spirits rather high up, he had a new found sense of duty to look after the place, even if there were robots that want him stuffed into a suit.
...Whatever the hell that meant.
Pocketing his phone once again, Mike picked up his tablet and cycled through the different cameras. Everything was in good order, except for the fact that Bonnie was was staring at one of the security cameras...again. Though, not giving him a fright as she look rather...normal?
What?
Shaking his head, Miked took a look at the screen once again and found that the bunny was looking the same as before now, confusing the poor guard. "What the hell?" He questioned.
Alright...she nearly...did whatever the hell she would do, looking like a demonic purple bunny. And now, she looked perfectly normal! Just the same as she was before! Huffing in annoyance, Mike took a mental note and decided that he would solve this mystery.
...Though it might be very costly for him.
Shaking his head, he then heard Bonnie speak for the first time in quite a while.
"Hi Mike. Just letting ya know, I had fun! Though, you might wanna check on a certain chicken. See you tomorrow!" The bunny said, smiling at him and waving one of her hands at Mike before leaving the room and heading her way to the hall.
Wait...A certain chicken?
...Oh no...
Scrambling with his tablet, he switched it to the camera at the backstage. Lo and behold! Chica was gone.
I repeat. The yellow feathered chicken is gone. GONE!
Now at full alert, Mike scrambled around with the cameras, trying to figure out where Chica might be, also finding out that the Kitchen camera was disabled, only showing nothing but a black screen.
However, after a while, Mike couldn't find her. Although, he did manage to spot a rather peculiar figure outside his window via the camera outside. With that, he placed down his tablet and closed the door before increasing the brightness of the lights outside.
And there she was, just right against the window, smiling at him as her eyes seemed to be analyzing him, processing every movement he made. Both of her wing-like hands were also right against the; on her left was a heart that seemed to have been drawn from...pizza sauce. Her left hand bore the evidence that she drew it.
Mike was sent into a slight state of fear, which developed slowly into nothing more but shock. He was surprised when he saw her figure pop out of the window. However, that wasn't the part why he was afraid.
He was afraid as to why Chica didn't come into his room moments ago. His door was indeed open at the time, yet she remained outside, standing against the window and merely peering inside.
Thankfully, she left the area moments before he heard his phone ring. Pulling out the device, he found that it was now 6 AM, to which he was leaping for joy on the inside. He had finally reached the end of his entire shift and managed to survive the rather hellish nightmare that had occured.
Now...It was time to go home. To finally rest and recuperate his aching body.
And to prepare himself to find answers tomorrow. From either Mister Jeremiah or through his own investigation.
He was going to get to the bottom of this, one way or another.