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

The wind tries its best to freeze Bonnie but he's too busy playing with the drawstrings on his hoodie and kicking a rock along the footpath to really care. Although he is only partially paying attention to reality at the moment, he is fully aware he's taking the long way back to the mansion since he feels like he just needs a moment. The anger is still there, he can feel it, but it's not as bad, thankfully. For Bonnie, the feeling of anger is horrible – not the worst emotion – but the physical things he experiences when angry makes it high on that list. There's this constant tightness everywhere, especially in his shoulders or chest, and sometimes he has a very tempting – almost irresistible – urge to hit something. That's why he stormed out. He just needs to move since he can't bear standing still with all the rage sloshing around inside him, begging for the thing that's bugging him to shut up. He knows it's unreasonable, but he can't help it. He hasn't found a way to counteract any of this because of its rarity so he's just left to sit with the feeling until it goes away naturally, which Bonnie doesn't like in the slightest.

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Eventually, after what feels like hours, the anger slowly diminishes so Bonnie can actually start to relax and reconnect with reality more comfortably, as he continues kicking random things around on the floor like some weird game of soccer. He realises that he's been walking down alleyways all this time and as he keys into his surroundings more and more, he starts to focus on everything. There are crickets making constant noise everywhere and a subtle – but horribly cold – breeze occasionally whipping past. There's a strange but soothing sensation with it all, however, as it seems to be in perfect balance so everything fits together naturally, despite some of the annoyances. Bonnie slows his pace because of this and lets his mind begin to wander again as he feels more relaxed, therefore more welcomed in his own thoughts. They're still somewhat jumbled since he keeps flashing from image to image, but he notices how whenever he manages to focus on one point, it's about you. What about you keeps changing, however. Sometimes it's just random memories and other times it's about how Penny was talking about you earlier. The more complicated thought for Bonnie is when he thinks about how you would react if he were to get infected – and not just the first couple of days, but rather for as long as he's around with it. The more in-depth he thinks, the more grey areas start popping up so it's not as simple as everything will go horribly wrong or perfectly fine with you. That sounds obvious but it really isn't if you're overthinking it as much as Bonnie is. He just hopes it won't be as hard on you as much as he's imagining right now.

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Bonnie walks into this small opening of sorts in the alleyways as he continues to bounce from topic to topic in his mind, but that is rudely interrupted.

"Fancy seeing you here," says a voice.

Bonnie stops immediately, getting flashbacks while denying everything that's telling him who said that.

"You know when you popped up on the news I was kind of surprised."

Bonnie looks around but whenever he turns his head to where the voice is, it seemingly moves to a different area.

"I thought you died in that dump...but on the bright side, I finally get to do what was part of the original plan." The voice echoes off the walls. "Why do you look so confused, tin can? Can't see me?"

The sarcasm is so painful, Bonnie's surprised he didn't go deaf from it. He keeps turning in circles, looking up and in the shadows but nothing can be seen. The voice won't stop shifting and moving, making a strong sense of disorientation rush through Bonnie as he questions if what he's hearing is even real. He hears a chuckle and a deep inhale before they speak again.

"You know it was kind of sad when finding out that while your friends were busy dying, you were safe and sound in a coma, completely slipping under the virus—er, what are you guys calling it? Fatal Insanity? The Devil's Infection? Is that it?" There's a short pause as if waiting for an answer. "But anyway! That whole big reveal thing, with you being alive after ten freaking years, was such an exciting thing to watch – especially since every other piece of scrap metal is infected, meaning the spotlight gets to prominently be on you! While the others got to suffer in peace, you will be the talk of the town with everyone judging and running and yelling and making it all infinitely worse as they itch to know how much you screamed."