Virus (Sequel To 'A Malfunction?')(Bonnie x Reader)

Chapter 2: Questions, Questions

"Hello?" Bonnie calls out, hoping for an answer.

Absolute dead silence. He fidgets uncomfortably and properly enters the building, closing the door behind him while darting his eyes around the place to really make sure that there's no one here. The box full of clothes sits at the back of the room next to the door that leads to the showers, and Bonnie half suspects it to be empty even though it has always been a rule to keep it full, using donations to do so. He leans up against it and opens the lid, murmuring incoherently in utter relief when it's completely full, but now the question is if he can find clothes that actually fit him. He holds up one top and bottom after another, only to realise that the clothing that will fit him is probably all the way at the bottom of the bin so he sticks his hand all the way down there to grab something. When he pulls it out, he finds that it's a cream-coloured, knitted, turtle neck jumper, with some red patterns on it; it's in his size so he tosses it over his arm and shoves his arm back in to search for pants. Once he gets a black pair of jeans, he enters the shower room and puts his new clothes on a bench in front of a cubicle, laying his stick on the floor. He stares at the shower, having conflicting feelings about it since he really wants to freshen up after coming out of a dump but what if that waterproofing mechanism isn't functioning properly throughout his body?

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Bonnie tuts to himself, slipping off his jacket, shirt and such so he's got nothing on. Now is not the time to be overcome by that fear, so he sits down on the floor underneath the showerhead and reaches up to turn the hot water tap on. It hits him on top of his head and he sits with his eyes closed for a moment before opening them when he finds that he's fine. The good thing about being an animatronic – in this situation at least – is that smell never firmly plants itself on him so it doesn't take long until the entirety of that scent from the dump is completely gone, but even after it's washed away, Bonnie still sits there. Now that nothing is really happening, the true weight of the situation finally rests itself on his shoulders and he zones out in that shower. Yeah, he's in a familiar place and will hopefully find you and everyone else pretty soon but honestly, why in the world was he in a box in a dump? Maybe everybody thought he was dead at the hospital. That thought isn't relaxing in the slightest but nothing is right now, except for the warmth from the water and he really doesn't have anything else to think about. How will everyone react to seeing him again, if they all did think he was dead? Bonnie comes back to reality after who knows how long and reaches up to the taps to turn them off as he tells himself that he needs to find somebody – anybody – so he can finally get help for all his current problems, especially the broken leg. He stares at said leg for a moment and now that he doesn't have anything covering it, he can properly see the snapped part which is his knee. It's shattered; separated so his thigh and shin are only being held together by his animatronic suit kneecap but he fears that that will also break, meaning that the bottom part of his leg will completely fall off. If he had the tools, he could fix it himself and because nothing has to be repaired with time like a human bone, as soon as it's fixed he'll be instantly fine, able to run around and such without issue.

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Water drains away and Bonnie's left cold to crawl towards a towel so he can wrap himself in it. His actions are slow as he strangely can't bring himself to get in much of a rush so he pushes the button that tells him if anything's wrong again.

"Serious damage located in right leg knee. Low energy," the voice says.

Great. Low energy, because that's what he needed. Bonnie pushes himself up with a bathroom countertop and stands – leaning on his good leg – in front of a mirror that stretches across an entire wall so he stares at his reflection as water drips from his face and torso. He looks like crap. His eyes are slightly discoloured, his eyelids are barely staying open and he's just all lopsided, twisted, and dishevelled. Bonnie moves back from the mirror so he can sit on the bench in the middle of the room and dry himself before putting clothes on, hoping that he'll feel refreshed afterwards. He's still slow while dressing so he merely sits still for a moment with everything on but the jumper before grabbing it. This low-energy issue better not get any worse. Finally, he slips the jumper on and he does feel better, thankfully, but now he doesn't know what to do with his old clothes since they seem to be far beyond anything that could remotely save them as they are already stained with dirt, garbage juice and every bad smell imaginable.