Broken Appearance Bonnie X Reader

(Bonnie's POV)

(Y/N). Poor, gentle (Y/N) was laying on the floor, blood gushing out of her neck. I could only sit next to her and hold her in my arms. Everyone speaking around me was a blur. My (Y/N). He killed my (Y/N). He was going to pay. I leaned down and kissed her forehead, laying her down on the tiles, and stood, not caring about my girlfriend's blood covering my shirt. Chica was trying to talk to me but I ignored her, walking to the entrance of the pizzeria. I turned around, looking at them. Freddy and Foxy were picking up (Y/n), her arms dangling weakly. She was dead. And I was alone. Again. He will pay. I turned and walked out. I will find him, (Y/N), and I'll get your revenge.

(Foxy's POV)

The lass was bleedin' out. I knew I was selfish whenever she be around. I regret everythin' I may have done to her. And the way I hurt the Bonnie lad. He was gone. He had left. (Y/N) was unconscious in my arms, and fading fast. Freddy helped me pull her to the tables, laying her on top of one.

"Lad, she ain't an animatronic. How ye be thinkin' o' fixin' the lass?" I asked him. The lad shook his head.

"I'll figure it out. She needs me to. I can't let Vincent win this. The Purple Guy will not win." The lad mumbled, taking off his button up shirt and pressing it against the lass's cut, trying to stop the blood.

Chica ran in with a first aid kit, looking like she'd been crying. "H-here, Freddy. How can I help?"

He continued to press the shirt on (Y/N). "Chica, lass, how 'bout we fix up her other cuts? Get a rag and a bucket o' water, and we will clean the lassie up."

She nodded and ran off, trying to be as fast as possible. I put me hand on Freddy's shoulder, and he relaxed a bit.

"I've gotta fix her." He whispered, starting to pull the shirt off to look at her neck. The blood was coming out slower now, but I could tell the lass was in pain. Freddy clicked his tongue and grabbed an alcohol wipe, cleaning the area. Blood started to cover her skin again, but Freddy just pulled out a need and some string from the first aid kit.

"Lad, ye sure ye know what yer doin'?" I asked him. He didn't answer, only started stitching her neck, trying to be as gentle as possible.

"I'll fix you, (Y/N), I'll put you back together if I have to. I need to. Bonnie needs me to." Freddy muttered 

I frowned, but the yellow-haired lass came back with me supplies, so we set to workin' wi' cleaning (Y/N) up, wiping the blood off and putting bandaids over the gashes. Freddy was silent. Chica was nervous. I was afraid. I started to hum my song.

"Dum, da dum dum dum, da de da dum dum," I mumbled, fixin' the lass. Chica stepped back with me and we watched Freddy work on the vital wound. I turned and went to the door of the pizzeria. Bonnie was out there, looking for death. Vincent would kill him if Bonnie were to find him. Hopefully, the lad would come back soon before the lass woke up to find him gone.

Walking back into the main room, Freddy was holding the lass, carrying her to the backstage. Chica was already there, setting up a blow-up mattress. I stood there, waiting until Freddy covered the lass with a blanket.

"Don't worry, (Y/N), you'll get better. It will be fine." He turned around and walked out.

"I'll stay with her, in case she wakes up," Chica said

I nodded and followed the lad out. "Freddy,"

He turned around. "Where's Bonnie?" He started to run around, looking for the rabbit. "Bonnie?! Bonnie, where are you? BONNIE?"

I stopped him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "The lad is on the hunt, Freddy. He be lookin' for Vincent."

Freddy froze. "No..." He started pacing, muttering to himself. "No! No, no, no! Dammit, Bonnie! Your such a fucking retard." He stopped. "Gold! Gold, we need you!" The lad waited a moment until his golden twin appeared out of thin air.

"Freddy?" Gold asked, looking at the lad. "Dude, what happened?" Freddy just looked at him, and Gold read through his thoughts. "And Bonnie was stupid enough to go after him? I'll go find him, don't worry." Gold turned to leave and I patted his back.

"Thanks, lad." He smiled at me, then teleported out. Freddy went to a table and sat, head in hands. 

I put a hand on his shoulder. "Aye, lad. No need to fuss this much, I'm su-"

"OF COURSE I NEED TO FUSS this much! Bonnie is my responsibility! I'm his caretaker! And I let him down! (Y/N) got hurt. He ran off, and he's probably going to die. I have a RIGHT to be stressed, Fox!"

I took a step back. "Alright lad. I'll just go sit with the lassies then." I turned and walked away. Freddy had to be very, very stressed.

(Your POV)

It was cold. So cold. You shivered, gasping. You needed to get out. But you weren't in anywhere. Everything was black, a void. All you could do was rub your hands together to try and stay warm. Someone was shouting your name, and it echoed around you, hurting your head. You covered your ears as the voices continued. You couldn't tell who they were. The voices were bouncing off the walls if there were any. You looked around and uncovered your ears. The sounds stopped, and everything changed. Some child laughed. You turned around to an empty hallway. Turning back, you screamed. There was a person in front of you. He had a mask. It had some pink blush, with blue trailing down from the eyes to the mouth, like tears. It looked at you, tilting its head. You blinked and it disappeared. Footsteps ran up behind you. You turned around, seeing a mangled version of Chica. It had sharp teeth, was torn, and had sharp claws on its fingers. It screeched but dissolved on you as you covered your head, screaming. You looked around frantically.

"Bonnie?" You called, looking around. "Bonnie?"

Someone called your name. "Hello?" You asked. "Anyone?"

As soon as you turned around, someone was screeching in your face. It was like the strange Chica animatronic earlier, but it was Foxy. He had two rows of teeth and glowing red eyes. You screamed again, and he bit down on your head, but he vaporized as soon as he made contact. You fell on your knees, crying in fear. The strange childlike laugh sounded again, but louder, and continuous. You looked up. There was a Freddy now.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" You screamed, getting up and running. "THIS IS A NIGHTMARE! SOMEONE HELP ME!"

Something tripped you. You fell and saw two skinny black legs. They were floating just about the ground, no feet. You looked up to see the masked figure again. This time, it bent down and picked you up with its long, clawlike fingers. You shivered at its touch, and it held a finger to its mask, signaling for you to be quiet.

"WHY?" You begged. As soon as you spoke, you were back in the black void. This time, your neck ached. Your face was stinging. You fell to your knees from the pain, and the voices started again. Calling your name, screaming. You screamed and held your ears, begging for it to stop.

"SOMEONE HELP ME!" You screamed, wailing right after.

(Bonnie's POV)

Gold had found me. I was sitting at a park, on a bench, watching the little kids run around. I stared at him blankly, not understanding what he was saying. He finally sighed and grabbed my arm, teleporting me to the pizzeria. 

"Bonnie, (Y/N) isn't dead." Gold said.

I looked at him. "What?"

He pointed to the backstage. "She's back there. Freddy stitched her up."

I didn't listen to the last part. I just ran to the room. (Y/N). My (Y/N) was alive. Chica looked up at me grimly.

"She won't wake up, and she keeps screaming. I don't know what to do." SHe said, her voice cracking. I looked at (Y/N). Her face was scrunched in pain, and I knelt beside her. She was so warm. 

"SOMEONE HELP ME!" She screamed. I felt a few tears slip from my eyes. She was suffering. 

"(Y/N), wake up. Please." I begged, laying my head on her shoulder. I sat there for a minute until she gasped.

"Bonnie?"

A/N

I think this is a better chapter than the last one, what do you guys think? I'm trying to keep this with the main storyline of the actual games, but you guys can decide if you like it or not. Anyways, here's human Bonnie with his robot mask, until next time!