I'm Not the One [Bonnie X Animatronic!Reader]

Cнαpтer 8: Reαlιтy

        "Bonnie?! Are you okay?!" You grabbed his arm in panic but he shook you off.

        "H-He's controlling me again- I-I-" He screeched a high-pitched sound before running off into the West Hallway, possibly heading to the Supply Closet, maybe even the office.

        "Bonnie!" You pursued after him but you couldn't track him down. You stopped by the Supply Closet before opening it, not finding the purple bunny. "Where are you?!" Your wires sparked, trying to reconnect but it wasn't working. 'Maybe he's in the office!' The door was open so you burst through the opening, surprising poor Mike who screamed in shock.

        "P-Please don't kill me, (Y/N)!! I don't want to die, I'm poor I need the money!" He excused himself, pleading and begging on his knees as if you were a royal queen wanting to execute him of some bad doing.

        "Mike, chill! I was just wondering where Bonnie went! He went crazy and left as if he were possessed!" Mike stopped crying, even sniffling at your statement.

        "You mean that you don't know?" You titled your head at the male.

        "Don't know what?" A sudden idea leaped into your mechanical head. "Hey Mike, can you do me a favor?" 

        "What is it?"

        "Can you open the zipper on my back and see what's inside? Maybe take a picture? I don't know, I'm feeling full." You explained, making his eyes go wide.

        "(Y-Y/N), I can't-"

        "Now or I'll kill you!" You threatened, not really wanting to scare him but something was bothering you in the inside. The fact that you were also a wearable suit scared you that something must be stuck inside. Mike sighed and slowly opened it, tugging at times since it was mostly jammed. You heard him gasp in fear as you felt something drip out of you. It was as if a heavy weight was clinging onto your back and slowly releasing. "Mike, what is it?" 

        "L-Look-" He squealed in fear, his eyes engrossed of what he was seeing. Mike pointed at the monitors on the desk, making you turn around and rotate your head to see your reflection. You gasped, gears stuck in disgust. Oil leaked out of your eyes, serving tears as you watched what was inside of you.

        "I-Is that me?" You croaked out. Inside of you was mostly red and brown, the color of rotten blood. There hid a corpse, very old and decayed but you were able to tell some of their features. Few strands of (h/c) hair erected from the decaying skull, even your (s/c) skin was barely noticeable. But the most important part were your eyes. This was most definitely you.

        You used to be (Y/N) (L/N). An 8 year old female with (h/c) hair and shining (e/c) eyes. A human...

Who had died inside a (animal) suit.