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

Chapter 22: No Frowns Aloud (Part Two)

With each step Bonnie takes down into the basement, and to the place he called home, the air gets heavier while every part of him tenses up. He's walked down these stairs hundreds of times and if his mind doesn't calm down, he'll probably remember every single instance. It also doesn't help that it's pitch black apart from the flashlight he's shining around. This place has been abandoned for ten years so god only knows what's down here or the state it's going to be in.

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Each step creaks as Bonnie slowly moves down each one, especially the last step. It almost sounds like an awful scream and near enough breaks in half under his weight, making him practically jump off of it before it even has a chance to do so. He mumbles quietly and points the flashlight at the backup generator just outside the door to the living space. It was only used when there was a power cut or an emergency. He steps towards it, placing the flashlight in his mouth for free use of his hands, and kneels down while trying to figure out what to do if this thing doesn't have any power itself – which it very well doesn't. Bonnie shakes his head and opens the little door on it where most of the wires and plugs are. There is one solution. Seeing as the screen won't even turn on and there's no power anywhere else in the building, what he can do is give some of his own power to it. It shouldn't be too dangerous as he requires a lot of energy to function properly – a whole lot more than this thing needs. It's an easy process as well. Unplug the main wire and stick it into his neck, then press some buttons and wait until it's 100% full. First, he dusts off all the electrical bits in it and tests each wire to make sure it won't blow up in his face. What he didn't think of, however, is how it would feel as his energy is being sucked out of him. There's only one way to find out so he carefully sticks the plug into his neck and flips the switch. Immediately, he feels woozy, as every part of him seems like static. He pushes past it and presses the necessary buttons on the screen so the generator will basically fuel itself off of him until it's full. Now the waiting process.

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It's not painful – thankfully – and surprisingly, the bar indicating how much power the generator bad starts filling up pretty quickly. A low hum starts emanating from it and gets louder the more power it has. Apparently, it was being used before everything was abandoned since as the bar starts nearing the 100% mark certain things begin to turn on, such as lights and small appliances. Bonnie can hear them even through the closed door – mainly due to the fact they all sound like they are struggling and are ready to die.

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Eventually, the generator reaches full power so Bonnie's finally able to detach himself from it and do what he's been fearing most whilst sitting still and staring at the door. Enter it. Now that he's got the opportunity with no obstacles or reasons not to, he finds himself struggling to even open the door. It should be how he remembers it but there is a slight chance it won't be and an even smaller chance it'll be completely different. Is that a risk he's willing to take? Seeing as he's gone through the trouble of getting here it would be foolish to just turn back and walk away.

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Bonnie can feel his hand shaking on the door handle so he just grits his teeth and shoves the door open, shutting his eyes for some reason. When nothing but cold air hits him, he slowly opens them and looks around the room. It's all the same. Just how he remembers. A small smile flickers on his face as he steps further in while an odd, sudden sense of calmness washes over him as if he were home. This isn't home, however; at least not anymore. The only notable differences in the place is the thick blanket of dust covering everything, the various cobwebs scattered around, paint peeling off the walls, and some bugs here and there.

"Guys... I'm back..." Bonnie whimpers quietly.

Nothing answers back of course, but he still feels a little bit better as he imagines how things would've gone if The Devil's Infection never existed. He would've gotten better in hospital, returned home, and continued on with his life. Simple. He would've gotten to see everyone again. Now, however, that will never happen. He'll never see their faces or hear their voices ever again.