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

Chapter 20: Scared?

"Bonnie!"

He leaves.

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It's deathly quiet in the house, to the point of being uncomfortable. This makes Bonnie start jogging through the house to the kitchen, which means he also accidentally runs away from you trying to follow him. He expects to walk into an empty kitchen, going along with the dead atmosphere but instead, he bumps into something much worse.

"Morning, Mr. L/n."

Your dad.

"Bonnie..."

He is not happy. An almost painful-looking frown stuck to his face, tenseness all over his body and a death glare pinned onto Bonnie. There's also a bandage wrapped around his forearm with some blood stains on it.

"I-is everything alright?"

"Don't play dumb, young man."

"I'm sorry?"

Your dad only gets angrier. The way he looks at Bonnie becomes more hateful and full of judgment or resentment. The look of betrayal.

"You really think we're going to move on like nothing happened?" your dad says, harshly.

He's gritting his teeth so hard it's a mystery how they don't shatter. Bonnie takes a step back.

"I'm sorry but I honestly don't know what you're talking about."

Your dad seems to be being fueled by this unbroken rage as he seems not as sickly as he was before. This is further proved when he rushes into Bonnie and shoves him against the wall, all without issue. He holds his wounded arm up between both their faces.

"You know where this is from? Huh?" he says.

"N-no." Bonnie holds his other forearm that's pushing against his neck so as to release some pressure.

"This right here, this wound that I had to go to hospital for and get stitches for was from you!!" He pushes against Bonnie's neck even harder and moves his wounded arm even closer. "This is your fault!"

This is when Bonnie stops and freezes. That can't be true. He fell asleep just fine and woke up in bed just fine with no memory of anything else. He couldn't have done this.

"W-what?" He stutters.

"You heard me!"

Your dad steps back from Bonnie but only so he can unwrap the bandage on his arm. To show Bonnie how badly he hurt him.

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It's a bad wound. No, it's a wound that will leave an obvious scar for the rest of his life. It has stitches to hold the flesh together but the size and severity of it is still free to be gawked at. Four claw marks stretch from your dad's wrist to his elbow, still a dark red with blood stains around it, mixing with some green and purple as the damage is deep within his arm. The skin nearest to the stitches is slightly raised and swollen, stretching in an uncomfortable way just to keep the wound closed. The only thing stopping your dad from bleeding out – maybe even to death – are those blue stitches, around every claw mark, digging into his arm. Bonnie just blankly stares at it for a moment, still not truly processing everything as he still believes this wasn't his doing. Your dad brings his arm right next to his own face so Bonnie has no choice but to either look at the horrific wound or his death glare.

"This is your doing, Bonnie," he says, a little quieter this time. "Just look at your hands."

Slowly, Bonnie looks down just as he's told. He's met with claws jutting out of each of his fingers. They're sharp and slightly yellow with his animatronic suit around them partially gone. Although that is concerning, it's not as worrying as the small red marks on some of them. They're dark and smeared, indicating that there was an attempt to wash it off that wasn't completely successful. Dried blood.