The daisy II

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Some days later

   "It's Bonnie once again. I've been feeling kind of gloomy lately, I thought I already got over this thing about Freddy and the others, but actually the more I force my mind to bury deep down my memories I just can't, they just keep appearing before me like hallucinations or holograms. Thanks to a lady that came here at the restaurant I remembered all of that again, for she was wearing a little daisy on her hair, almost as pretty and perfect as his. Good thing that I can't get over the area where people eat and have fun with the animatronics, otherwise I would've run toward her and I would have snatched it away; I know it was no phisical meaning, but a sentimental one to me, as if a pretty little lie in disguise got me back to that factory. God! Why didn't anybody tell me that forgetting the past was so hard? I somehow envy Freddy a little for not remembering anything about him or me, perhaps I should have typed that code on me too. However, I feel like I have finally settled things around here to be more comfortable, if anyone can call it 'confortable', of course. Almost since the day I got here every night I try my best to use the exact make up to look like them; sometimes they have stared at my purple fur instead of white. That's the reason why I put on white make up over my body too. I come out of the breaker room and I go toward circus gallery to get more food and water. Fortunately for me an employee comes here almost every night and fills up that fridge with new dishes from restaurants around this one or with raw materials. I've noticed it's not too common for them to bring dishes from out of Whistler, and I don't blame them, 'cause who would want to fill a little fridge with exotic food from out of this city? It's not like they're trying to satisfy a president or king. Of course I would enjoy being treated like that, but for now I must keep up my profile as a food jacker.

   "I've let go enough tears these past week that I don't feel like I want to do that anymore. For the first time I feel like I have to face and build my own life with nobody else to help me out, and I know I can't spend the rest of it hidden in this corner flooding the ground with pain and remorse. I don't feel any desire of hearing back all the audios I recorded crying and talking about how hard I yearned Freddy's. I don't know if these audios are actually doing me any good. I think they do, it's like I have someone with me to talk to, because now I feel like my snout is only useful for eating and gasping for pain.

   "I'd swear I heard one of the employees was going to left something worthful to another one in the parts and service room, maybe it's nothing but money so they can buy more liquor. I wouldn't be of my business if I didn't depend on the food and stuff they bring, but since this is a real-life nightmare I think I should go and check it out. If I had money I could convince them somehow to bring me some really necessary things; I can't stand them whenever they come in here covered with some white and so cold dust over their boots or their huge coats, or even over their earmuffs. It's as if an ice block came in and absorbed all the warmth my body had gotten to gather. Yeah, I think that idea isn't that bad, so I'm going to go now.

   "Later I'm going to record what I got to find."

   I saved the audio and I quickly got up to get to the door. I opened it as it made the same old noise. I closed it behind me and I walked toward the duct in the control room; Ballora was steady on her stage, it was one of the first times I saw her so harmless. I kept going forward until I was inside the control room. It was just like it was when I arrived, although there's probably going to be more trash gathered inside those drawers in the desk. I crotched down again and I got to the FunTime 'A'; so many days and I still can't figure out what the A stands for. It was dark, but the light above the door was on, that was something good. I could tell FunTime was standing just like Ballora: quiet and harmless. I ignored her and I just walked as normal as any human to the door. Before I could reach it I heard something like a little piece of metal hitting the ground, as suddenly FunTime started gradually moving her head, her arms, her eyes, etc. She was making it faster and more violet. I got really scared of keep watching what was going to happen, so I thought about going back to the control room as fast as possible and trying to study her from there. She kept moving all of her body as if her battery were overloading; she also opened, just like the other animatronics here do, her face muscles, letting in sight all the gray parts inside of them. I didn't know what to do, it was as if she were going to explode or something worse. My only reaction was that one that even these days I hadn't had considered: the red button. I hesitated as I looked at it and back up at FunTime going crazy. With nothing else in mind I pressed the button. The ground and the windows quaked as FunTime was being electrocuted because of that button, now her body was twisting violently for all the volts gathering and flowing over her whiter, shiny metal. After some seconds she kept steady and fell from front. I went out of the room again to study her; she was breathing normally. What the heck is this? She looks like she's asleep, it's weird she's not snoring. Her skin was really hot. Suddenly she opened up her eyes and stared at me.

   "Who are you?" she asked softly but hoarsely.

   I felt in shock in that moment, I couldn't believe that after an electric shock she could still be able to talk! I didn't find a way to reply.

   "Why can I talk?" She started to look around, "what happened to my chip?"

   "Chip?" That was the only thing that came out of my snout. She started to get up and get free from my arms.

   "My chip, they had put a chip on me so I couldn't be able to speak and think," she said as she seemed more annoyed as she talked more and more.

   I didn't do anything but to remain quiet in the center of the room looking at her getting stressed out. When she walked to the back of her stage she picked up a little piece of metal, I guess that was her chip. As she held it in front of her she started to let go some tears.

   "I can't believe after all this time is finally out of me," she said looking at the chip in her fingers, "it's like a miracle."

   "Hey," i interrupted, "is everything ok?"

   She turned to me and pulled me into a hug.

   "Everything is perfect! Thank you so much, little guy!"

   Although I don't know her and I feel immensely confused about her sudden way to talk and think, I identified a little sensation of satisfaction inside of me. It was a long time ago since the last time I hugged somebody; I also hugged back.

   "I've been so long like this that I can't recognize you," she was saying with a wide smile and with some tears yet, "you got here long ago?"

   "Uhh…. no, I've actually been here for just a couple of weeks."

   "Oh, I see. Well, I hope this place hadn't gone so hard on you, it's always hard to get used to a new work ambience, right? I lived that too long ago."

   "But if you're an attraction in this place why weren't you be able to talk? Why… Why can you talk now?" I dared myself to ask.

   She looked off me and started to think back everything that has happened, if something bad happened.

   "I don't know, I didn't even know I was going to end up in this place. I do know when I'm on the stage acting, but I can't move freely. The workers put into me a chip that would stop me from thinking and moving my own way, they limited me to just follow my program codes." She raised the chip until it was in front of her chest. "This chip was in charge of doing that, but now that I don't have it I can live again!"

   She had gotten to transmit to me a sparkle of trust for telling me all of her thrilling dreams ruined, maybe I was finally going to get the answers to all the questions I've been thinking about.

   "Well… I confess that with a button I started an electric shock on you. I did that because you started to move like crazy."

   "I know!" she exclaimed excited, "I moved on purpose like that because that chip was already loosed, I was trying to take it off and thanks to that shock you did it. I'm so thanked to you… Umm… What's your name?"

   "I'm Bonnie," I answered a little blue.

   "Bonnie, got it. They just call me FunTime, but my full name is FunTime Foxy."

   After that there were some silent seconds. She started to walk to her stage.

   "So, Bonnie, do you remember what restaurant you came from? Or you got fresh from a factory?" she asked without looking at me.

   "Well… I… come from a restaurant, but I remained in a vault for almost a year and now I'm here."

   "Ugh, it's auful, isn't it?, being stuck in a vault is almost as bad as being here with that chip. The last restaurant I stayed at was Freddy Fazbear's Pizza."

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