Bonnie's Little Sophie(A Five Nights at Freddy's Fanfiction)

The Bite of 87

Bonnie walked into the room. Freddy was talking, and Foxy and Chica were listening. When the door shut, all their heads turned and cut Freddy's sentence off. In there, was a brown table with a bare metal endoskeleton sitting slouched on it, with it's eyes closed, and against the walls were tall shelves that held many Bonnie, Freddy, and Chica heads. The whole front part of Freddy's fur, black bow tie, and teeth were stained with blood, that was still dripping and leaving stains on the floor. Bonnie glared at Freddy in a death-fully, and his hands curled into tight fists. He started towards Freddy, making him back up, then grabbed him by his bowtie and slammed him against the wall, making the shelves rattle. Freddy yelped, and Chica and Foxy had to get Bonnie off of him.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

"BONNIE, CALM DOWN!" Chica cried with her arms wrapped around his torso, pulling him back.

"PLEASE ME MATEY!" Foxy begged, pulling Bonnie's arms.

"I-I-I DIDN'T MEAN TO!" Freddy cried. Bonnie paused, and gave him that : Seriously? You lying jackass look, while slowly backing off.

"Okay okay I did, but-!"

"But what? DO YOU REALIZE HOW MUCH TROUBLE WE'RE ALL GOING TO GET IN, BECAUSE OF YOU? AND WHAT THEY'LL PROBABLY DO TO YOU? THEY COULD SHUT US AND THIS PLACE DOWN FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! WE'RE TOAST! SO START TALKING, FAZBEAR!"

Wow. Bonnie actually looked and sounded vicious.

"He jus' got done explainin' to us" Said Foxy.

"Jeez Louise! But i'll restart anyway."

*Ahem*

"Today was that child's birthday, and I bit him because he wouldn't stop climbing me for my hat. I kept telling him it wouldn't come off no matter what, because it's permanently attached to my head, but he was too stubborn to listen. He even had the nerve to say"Give me the stupid hat you fat ugly bear! GIVE IT!"  He just kept demanding it and getting furious, and i had to constantly pull him off of me. It got to the point, where i even had to call Mr. Dinglehopper over, and he had to get that kid's mother. And let me tell you, she was not a happy camper. So then, she and Mr. Dinglehopper were  trying to get this lil' brat away from me, and he's kicking and scratching, but guess what?"

"What?" Bonnie, who had his arms folded asked.

"He swung at his own mom. Struck her right in the jaw! And then went for my hat again! although this time, he managed to climb my face and tried pulling it off my head. And then i..........well, you know. Heh, i ended that problem real good"

Once Freddy finished his story, there was an awkward silence.

"Okay" Bonnie said casually.

"Wait. Okay!? " Freddy asked, un-understanding of that response.

"Sure, okay. I understand where you're coming from, but-"

"YOU COULD'VE KILLED THE LADDIE!" Foxy interrupted.

"Did you see how much of his brain you ripped out? I bet he's dead!" Chica exclaimed.

"HEY HEY HEY, let me finish! He's not dead Chica. And Freddy, he should've just listened and had no freaking reason to call you those mean things. I'm really sorry, and he seems like a bad kid. But you sir, went way too far. You tore his frontal lobe out of his brain! He could still survive without it, but just by the looks of the damage you did, it isn't likely. If he does somehow make it, he'll only be a vegetable for the remainder of his life."