"It was stuck." The chip had been hard enough to pry out without having to worry about the pole coming loose from Chica's mouth or the way she was jostling around. Cathryn had been doing the best she could!
"Give it to me."
Cathryn didn't have a choice because the rabbit yanked it harshly from her grip before she could respond.
Bonnie analyzed the miniature chip in his palm, which looked like a prop for some type of doll when compared to how huge he was. The chip was about twice the size of one of Cathryn's fingernails, but to Bonnie, she bet it seemed like nothing!
"You probably ruined it," he grumbled in a strangely hollow tone. Bonnie stared transfixed at the small device while sitting on the floor. His pupils flickered as he scanned it repeatedly.
Cathryn didn't care. She fidgeted with Chica's loosened grip until her ankle was free, before collapsing backwards on the unclean floor. Her hair fell wildly around her head, leaving her skull unprotected from the frigid ground. She did it. She was still alive! What kind of miracle was this?
"How could you be so stupid?"
Now Bonnie had her attention. Cathryn withheld a groan as she propped herself up on her elbows to frown at the rabbit.
He flicked the chip carelessly away, as if he hadn't been enamored by it moments ago.
"Excuse me?" she huffed.
"What type of a plan was that? You should have told me you were so reckless beforehand, so I could've enjoyed hurting you myself rather than watching Chica do it."
"What else was I supposed to do?" Cathryn hissed through clenched teeth.
"What, did you expect her not to fight back?" Before Cathryn could respond, Bonnie snapped angrily, "You don't mess with the chip. You don't touch it!" He dropped one fist a little more forceful than necessary onto the ground. Cathryn noticed what looked like a tear in the "fur" of one of his four fingers.
"Freddy said removing it is how I'm supposed to fix you."
Bonnie made a frustrated grinding noise that Cathryn assumed would've been a snarl if he wasn't a robot. "And you thought to call out to him. Imagine what would have happened if he'd come."
"He probably would've helped."
"You would have been torn limb from limb!" The rabbit took a moment to glare before letting an unnerving smile cross his face. "Can you imagine?"
"Freddy wouldn't have attacked me." Cathryn honestly had no proof of that besides that fact that yesterday Freddy had seemed to be her only ally. Now all of a sudden, he had become the enemy, and Bonnie was expected to be her friend? That didn't make sense.
"You have no idea what's happening. No clue!"
"I would if someone would tell me something!" Cathryn finally cried out, exasperated. She forced herself to take a deep breath. "Tell me what's happening."
"Why should I?"
"Then stop yelling at me!"
Bonnie slammed his fist against the floor again, and Cathryn could feel his strength ripple through the ground. "I'm about to rip your head off."
"Just tell me why I shouldn't mess with the chip! Or why Freddy thinks you guys need fixed anyways!"
"Because no one messes with it! It . . ." The moment Bonnie's voice was most hostile was the moment his words died off. His fuming gaze dropped from Cathryn's to the floor as he stared hard into nothing.
"Why are you my bodyguard?" Cathryn found herself growing calmer as the room quieted, and questions began to spill from her mouth. "Why didn't you warn me that my plan was bad before Chica attacked? Why did you start talking to me now? Why not earlier or even when you were taunting me on the cameras? Where did the pole come from? Why did you lie to me and say you'd never seen a security guard up close when yesterday I was inches away from you with my hand in your throat?"
Cathryn stopped when Bonnie unexpectedly flinched at the last question. She waited eagerly for some type of explanation. That, or she was waiting eagerly for him to rip her head off. She preferred imagining that he was in a cooperative mood.
"Just mind your own business," Bonnie grumbled, his voice clinging to a hint of firmness. A hand rose to his forehead like he was trying to dispose of a terrible migraine, something that couldn't help but feel off to Cathryn. He was a robot; he didn't get headaches.
"What are you doing?" she breathed quietly.
Maybe it was an accident or Bonnie simply wanted her to stop talking, but either way, he whispered back, "I'm trying to remember."
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