Romantics and Robotics || Glamrock Bonnie X Reader

Bonnie felt like shit. It had been about a week since Monty, and he Had their minor 'accident.’ The two had been put on a short leash since then. Security bots have been assigned to watch over them to ensure they don't hurt themselves again.

Apparently, chess plates are expensive and not something that should be played around. Pff, whatever.

Anyhow, Bonnie felt like a hypocrite once more. He says you and Monty couldn't get handsy, then turns around and gets handsy with the gator himself? Who does he think he is? Well, a possessive narcissist with a long history of violence, but that's pretty much irrelevant...

Moving on from that, it had been an entire week without seeing you, and Bonnie was getting antsy. 

With the security bots watching his every move, he had no way to get into any mayhem. Not to mention, you haven't been to his shows this week. Though it was only the first week of the month, he's not worried yet. With no way of getting ahold of you, who knows how long it'll be till he sees you?

- -

Month. No sight of you at all.

What the hell? Where were you??

You always came around at least once with that friend of yours. Are you avoiding him? Fuck, that thought has his systems overheating.

- -

Now, at week four, Bonnie's had enough. He's finally been able to have a few minutes to himself. He's going to do something about this. It might be a little drastic, but he's done it before.

Pinching his nose, he gets ready to pull. It doesn't hurt, and it was an easy fix for you last time. So, it was a sure-fire way to see you.

Bonnie pulls the black piece off of his face with a good tug. With a smirk, he looks down at the nose.

"Fuck!" He exclaims.

The small wires were stretched and frayed like last time, but the leather covering the small horn was ripped.

"Bonnie? What happened? Why did you yell?" The voice of a female security guard came from beyond his curtain.

Oh, great. Vanessa was here; Bonnie wasn't a big fan of authority but her? He couldn't stand her. There was something about her that was off.

"My nose came off. I need my mechanic." He snaps.

Leaning out of the big red curtain, Bonnie puts his hand out. The small nose sat squarely in his palm.

"Ugh, no one can take their eyes off of you with something winding up broken." She groans at him.

Is this bitch serious? Just because she's right doesn't mean she can talk to him like this. Yet, he needs her to get to you, so he holds his tongue for once.

Vanessa calls over her walkie-talkie for some to call you in and shoos Bonnie off to parts and services.

- -

What's taking so long? He gets that it'll take a while for you to actually get here and all but this? He's never had to wait this long.

Already sitting in the chair, one hand taps his fingers on the arm of the chair while the other grips his broken nose.

Lost in thought, Bonnie doesn't notice someone walk in until they’re in front of the door. When they clear their throat, his head shoots to them. He first perks up, but he deflates upon recognizing who is standing in front of him.

"Heeeey, bud." Dee says, obviously nervous," so, I've got good news and bad news."

Bonnie rolls his eyes at her.