Ghost of the Past~Sequel to Broken Appearance~

(Ashley's POV)

"What if pickles could fly?" Chica asked, staring up at the ceiling. She lay against the cold floor, unmoving.

I coughed and sat up, looking at her. "What? Pickles don't even have brains! They wouldn't be able to fly at all!"

She shrugged, waving her wrists around. "Well, I don't know. But say that they could, then what would happen?"

I giggled before standing on my feet. "Dude, I have no clue. Go ask Foxy or something. I'm gonna go find Vincent and see what he's up to."

She smiled and sat up, looking at me. "Oh, the lover boy?"

I felt my face heat up before I shook my head. "Hush child."

She laughed behind me as I walked away, looking for Vincent. After walking for a few moments I was finally to the office, where Vincent was usually sitting. There he was, spinning on the swivel chair with a bored expression.

"Whatcha doin?" I asked, walking over and sitting on the desk.

He stopped and smiled at me. "Nothing much, just thinking. How about you?"

I grinned back. "Just been talking to Chica, but it got weird so I came back here."

He chuckled. "Yeah, Chica's been saying some weird things."

"Yeah. Honestly, it was always her and (Y/N) saying that kind of stuff, they did it for fun. I guess Chica still does it."

He nodded and yawned, stretching his arms over his head. "So...I've been thinking, about how myself and the other animatronics are still alive?"

I nodded, waiting for him to continue.

"It...makes no sense how we are still alive. But if we are...what if (Y/N) is too? Just, somewhere else?"

I thought about it for a few moments, staying silent, until after a minute I finally spoke. "If...if (Y/N) was alive...then she would have come back. She would be here right now because she would have done everything to get back to us. Especially Bonnie."

"But what if she doesn't have any memory? She went through that coma...and then, lost her memory. So what if it's still gone?" Vincent asked, looking up at me.

"If you were to think that, we'd need to talk to Bonnie. He was the last person she talked to, so... he'd know if she had gotten it all back before she died or not." I said, sliding off of the desk. I reached and grabbed his hand, pulling him up. "So, let's go ask him!"

Vincent followed me as I led him to where Bonnie was usually at, looking at the picture of him and (Y/N). As we turned the corner, we saw him, standing against a wall.

"Hey, Bonnie?" I asked, walking up to him.

He turned to look at me. He was still wearing his mask. "What's up?"

I pushed Vincent forward, forcing him to talk.

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Well, Bonnie...I was thinking about a few things. I was wondering...did (Y/N) have her memory back before she died? Or...was she still forgetting?"

Bonnie took a deep breath and turned away from us before speaking. "She remembered."

My mouth dropped. "What? And you never told us?! How could you not let us know?"

Bonnie didn't answer, making me even more angered.

"Don't you think, oh I don't know, her best friend would like to know if she knew her or not?" U yelled, glaring at him. He turned back to me, sighing.

"Don't you think it may have hurt to be holding her in your arms as she died? And know that in her last moments she regretted the last month of her life because of her memory loss? Don't you think it hurt that I couldn't see her? Don't you think it hurts to have lost her twice in five minutes?"

I continued to glare at him. "No, I don't, because if you had been smarter and instead of pouting and sitting in your own sorrow, maybe you could have been with her and Freddy before they left! You could have protected her, and yet, you weren't there!"

Bonnie's fists clenched as he stared down at me. After taking another deep breath, he calmly said, "I know." Turning on his heel he walked away silently, not saying anything else.

I groaned, letting my head fall so I could stare at the ground. I felt Vincent put a hand on my shoulder. "Hey, at least we know...right?"

I nodded, not looking up. "Yep. And we also know I can't keep my fat mouth shut. Now I'm sure Bonnie hates me."

Vincent slid his hand under my chin, lifting my head so I looked up at him. "Bonnie would never hate you. He'll be upset, but once you apologize he'll forgive you."

I looked away with a frown. "Right."

He sighed. "C' mon, cheer up."

I shrugged, pulling away. "I've got to go. I have work in the morning."

He nodded. "Alright."

I turned and walked through the building to the exit, walking out with no more words. After making my way to my car, I got in, started it, and drove back to the apartment building.

I walked through the hall to my apartment door and unlocked it, walking in. Sighing, I hung my keys on a hook and tossed my bag onto the couch next to Golden Freddy, who was clicking through TV channels with the remote.

"How was it?" He asked dully, not paying attention.

I made my way to the kitchen. "It was good." I smacked my forehead after my voice cracked. I opened the fridge and grabbed an apple, taking a bite.

"That was a lie." Golden Freddy said.

I jumped at the sound of his voice, turning around quickly. "Holy hell, Gold! Announce yourself."

He chuckled, staring down at me. "You seem to forget that I can read your mind."

I groaned taking another bite of the apple. "Fuck."

He shrugged. "I'm sure Bonnie won't stay mad for long. He's the soft one."

I chuckled. "Yeah, right. You don't really understand though. What I said...was way out of line."

"Well, yeah...he had his reasons...but she was also your best friend, and you deserved to know."

I nodded slowly, taking another bite. "But I didn't need to be so rude."

Golden Freddy pulled me into a hug, rubbing my back comfortingly. "It happens. We all snap at one point."

"Yeah."

A/N
I don't have anything to say so until next time wolfies! Stay foxie.