The truck bounces and jostles around as it turns to the right, onto an actual road with its engine roaring. A very dead, empty road with absolutely no cars, but a road nonetheless. There is still no sign of civilization – unless you count all the birds sitting in the multiple dead trees around the place – but they have only been driving for a couple of minutes so the hope is still there. The temperature is dropping. There is not a single cloud in the now pinky-red sky and the sun seems way closer to the horizon than before. He's glad he didn't take his jacket off now but even if it was boiling hot he wouldn't have done so, in fear of falling off the back of the truck, and with a broken leg, that is the last thing he wants. He just has to hold out until it stops. It shouldn't take very long – depending on how far away that dump is – so after maybe five-ten minutes, Bonnie can finally get a grip on everything and figure out what happened. Hopefully. The truck speeds up so Bonnie tightens his grip even more – to the point of being painful – as everything starts to whip past him and into the distance, quickly disappearing. It's strangely soothing how the truck is moving, making Bonnie slightly bounce with it despite the speed, and if he wasn't filled with anxiety about almost everything, he would fall asleep. Music is ringing out of the truck as well, signifying that nothing will get the driver's attention unless he just appeared in the window in front or next to them.
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Another couple of minutes pass – maybe thirty – and the truck turns again, this time to the left, which finally begins to show a footpath, instantly getting Bonnie's attention so he looks around the side of the truck to see in front of it. It's a city, and by the looks of it, it's THE city that he knows so well. He called this place home because both the restaurant and your house that you moved into when the restaurant opened – that he lived in – are here. This sends so much happiness through Bonnie – especially when he recognises some of the buildings when the truck gets closer – because both the restaurant and your house were on the outskirts of the city. The truck enters the city but with the speed it's going, when it drives over a speed bump the entirety of it jumps up and as soon as it aggressively hits the ground again, Bonnie loses his grip, sadly falling off of the back of it. He rolls on the road painfully before just coming to a stop and laying still, grunting as he lands awkwardly on his abdomen, twisting it in a weird way. Thankfully, he didn't break anything else. The stick went with him and is next to him so he grabs it while slowly lifting himself up, not worrying about traffic because there is none. Despite being a city, this corner of it was always extremely quiet with barely anything happening in it, so no traffic, no one outside, and even the shops were empty since almost all of them were 24/7 with little to no staff, depending on what the building was. It doesn't sound good but everyone gets used to it very quickly.
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Bonnie stands up with help from the stick and looks around. If memory serves him correctly, there should be a public shower of some sort that's inside a small laundry building that gives free clothes with it nearby. It was mainly made for homeless people since they always wandered around the outskirts, not really this area, however, but Bonnie needs it right now so he begins to walk, using the stick as a second leg to cover for the broken one. He hobbles off of the road and around a corner, really hoping that he remembers correctly. There it is. He laughs and very slowly makes his way towards it, still noticing how there is nobody outside because this place is quiet but not this quiet. He doesn't really pay much mind to it, however, and merely focuses on getting to 'Welcome!' which, apparently, is the name of this building even though Bonnie specifically remembers it being 'Santo's Gift', but he shakes his head, not caring.
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Once standing in front of the glass doors, he knocks on them before entering while thinking that there has to be at least one person inside.
"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.
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Bonnie shakes his head, deciding to simply chuck them out since there is nothing in the world that could clean them, so he grabs his stick and stands up with them in his arm so he can finally leave to start trying to find people. He limps his way through the building and towards the entrance after tossing the clothes in a bin, noticing how it's really dark outside, meaning it's probably nighttime. Whoops. The only light outside is coming from buildings or street lights and Bonnie doesn't know if he should sleep or not since it would help the energy problem but he can't keep dawdling around just because he can't function correctly. He stumbles along the footpath for a while until he hears a gasp, in which he whips his head around to that noise. It's a fellow animatronic. A penguin one, wearing a suit, that has a very crazed look in their eyes, which is concerning, and that's not even considering the fact that they have unnatural-looking claws but Bonnie remains polite.
"Hello," he says.
The penguin steps closer. "You are sacred Bonnie!"
"I'm sorry?" Bonnie questions.
"Sacred. Give hope." They press their hands to the sides of their face. "Not touched by the Devil."
"Um..."
"Penny! For God's sake, what are you doing?!"
Another animatronic appears, this one is a golden retriever, wearing a shirt and skirt. They have the same claws as well.
"Sacred Bonnie!!"
"Oh!" the retriever exclaims. "Oh my god, it is."
They step closer while Bonnie remains silent in confusion.
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"I apologize, Mr. Bonnie, for Penny's behaviour. I'm Roxy." They stick their hand out.
Bonnie shakes their hand.
"We all thought there were no Fazbears left," Roxy says.
"What do you mea—"
"He's sacred!" Penny jumps on the spot.
"That's enough, Penny!" Roxy notices Bonnie's broken leg, even though it's covered by jeans. "Oh no! What happened to you?!"
"It snapped in half."
"Oh, dear! Penny, go get the toolbox for me, so we can help your sacred bunny!"
Penny salutes before running off while Roxy pushes Bonnie down so he sits on a bench, saying how he'll be fixed in no time.
"I'm so sorry, but why does she keep saying I'm sacred?"
"Oh, uh, she's not really stable after the breakout, but she is doing better so no worry. She's harmless, despite being a Type One."
"Type One?"
"Toolbox for sacred Bonnie!!" Penny returns.
Roxy snatches it off of her and kneels down to fix Bonnie's snapped leg. He would ask more questions but there is not a single quiet moment where he can do so, since Penny and Roxy keep going back and forth on things so he's just left to listen.
"There we go! Good as new!" Roxy stands up.
Bonnie moves his leg before standing, pulling the leg of his jeans back over his knee so it's on properly.
"Thank you," he says.
"Oh, it's nothing! I suppose you're going to y/n's?"
Hearing that name again sends tingles through Bonnie and he instantly thinks of every single time he has seen your face.
"Uh, yes..."
"You haven't been to the mansion yet though?"
"The mansion? You mean her dad's mansion?"
"Yeah! She moved in there!" Roxy frowns. "You really have been gone awhile."
Bonnie nods. "I'll head there then. Thank you."
"You mean right now?" Roxy puts her hands on her hips. "It's the middle of the night, love. Don't you want to rest?"
"No. I have to get to y/n."
"Ah! So you can tell her where you've been all this time! Well, best of luck then!" She picks up the toolbox. "It was such an honour to meet you! Come one, Penny."
"Bye, sacred Bonnie."
Penny bows down before sprinting off around a corner while Roxy calmly walks there, leaving Bonnie to stand there in utter confusion. He wants to ask so many questions but now he has your location so go there he shall and now with both legs working, it should be no problem. Plus you might have answers. He says a full-hearted farewell to his beloved stick and starts to walk to your dad's mansion.
His mind is racing.
Oof. Long chapter. Feel confused? Well so does Bonnie, so you're not alone. Until next time!!!