Romantics and Robotics || Glamrock Bonnie X Reader

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Bonnie came in for something that was actually completely out of his control. . . for once.

Apparently someone had let their kid walk around with a large uncovered soda. Said child saw Bonnie, attempted to run to him, tripped, and dumped the drink all over the poor animatronic.

"I-i-i-i don-on-n-on't even kno-owww h-ho-ow i-i-i-i-it see-ee-ee-ee-ee-" Bonnie Struggles to talk through his malfunctioning voice box, "go-o-o-ot in-i-into-o-o m-my-"

You shake your head and usher him into the chair of the protective cylinder.

"Bonnie, I get it. It's not your fault. You don't need to try and explain it. Especially now when you can hardly speak." You soothe him.

"Th-th-th-thanks-s-s-super-super-superstar." He stutters out.

"Seriously shush." You hush him once again as you pull out your cleaning supplies.

You wrap the top half of your coveralls around your waist. The last thing you need while fidgeting with wires is wet sleeves.

There's not much your tshirt is showing off but Bonnie still feels the need to wiggle his eyebrows at you.

It's a few minutes of scrubbing, wiping and ogling before you're able to replace the broken voice box.

"There we go!" You announce closing Bonnie's newly cleaned chest plate, "How's your voice, could you talk to me for a bit? I'm sure you have plenty to say."

You need to be sure there's no skipping or lagging in his voice from the new box.

"I, uh, actually wanted to tell you I started hanging out with Monty and Fred together." Bonnie starts cautiously into casual conversation.

"Yeah, how's that going?" You ask.

"Great! They've been getting really close, I care about both of them and it's good to see them happy." He's now chatting happily with no issues.

You begin packing your supplies away as you continue talking.

"What about the girls? I know you had told me chica and you haven't been getting into trouble, not like before you went solo."

Bonnie's right behind you as you head to your office. He's helping you carry things despite there being no need for him to do so.

"Ah, we've hung out but she's more interested in spending time with her girlfriend." He scoffs, crossing his arms.

"You sound jealous." You smirk up at him.

"Me? Jealous? Never, never ever." He jokes.

"Sure." You chuckle "Alright, your set."

You pat his chest plate and sit down at the old computer at your desk. It's been awhile since you've actually used it.

"Thanks superstar." Bonnie tilts his head, "Aren't you going home?"

"I will, but my laptop is in for repairs so I have to use the computer in my office to write up your maintenance report." You sigh, tapping away at the loud keyboard.

"So, you can fix me but not your computer? Aren't I just a tad more complicated?" He asks almost indignantly.

"Do you have a touch screen?" You shoot back.

"Fair point but," He concedes, before draping himself over the back of your chair watching you fill out your maintenance report, "why don't you do this more often? I certainly wouldn't mind getting to spend a little more time with you."