Darkness.
Tendrils of pitch black spreading and unfurling around the helpless prey like the Kraken hunting a shipwrecked galleon, bringing forth a cold and bitter wind that chilled the blood and bones of whomever it touched.
The only sounds in that very moment were the ticking of gears, ragged breath of the prisoner and faint laughter coming from nearby.

Bonnie's eyes were glowing brightly, being the only small beacon of light in the endless abyss.
He looked around, his optics shooting beams of light into the darkness, as he willed his legs to move.
His gears ground against each other in a grating way, his wiring sending pulses speeding to his processors as nerves would send signals to a human's brain.

He was fearful, though he hated to admit it.

"F-Freddy?" Bonnie called out into the darkness, an involuntary shiver running up his metal spine. His arms curled around himself to try and keep his internal heating in, as well as comfort himself, his fingers lightly flexing and squeezing as if another person had him in their arms.
"Foxy? Chica?" he called again, looking around only to be met by total darkness.
Ragged breathing was heard behind the robotic rabbit, in addition to a rumbling laugh that echoed in the pitch black void around him, making him shift his gaze around swiftly to try and locate the source. His ears twitched and moved like satellite dishes, though wherever the voice was coming from was entirely indiscernible.
Again, a rattling breath was heard directly from behind him and he spun around, fists clenched as he glared into the darkness.
He tried moving his left arm, only to see something winding around it; a black string of some kind. Or maybe it was slender fingers? he couldn't be entirely sure.
With a soft gasp, his right hand darted to the string to try and untangle himself from its hold, only for his arm to be jerked back by another black string.
Numerous silver and black lines were dangling from the invisible ceiling, two more sets of strings winding around his legs and ankles, though he tried to pull away once more.
Again the laugh, that damn laugh echoed through the slowly suffocating atmosphere, unseen creatures taking delight in watching Bonnie struggle and call out for his friends.

"Freddy?! Anyone?!" Bonnie yelled, yet another string shooting out and wrapping around his throat, trailing in between the plates on his torso and under his jaw, effectively cutting off his speech and starting to choke him, in a way.
Bonnie tried to cough and move his head to get the string away from him, though it tightened more and more, keeping him in place.
Inky blackness trailed up his arms, legs and face. His mouth felt like it was glued shut, and the only things he could move were his eyes.
All of a sudden, a ghastly and distorted face -a horrific mix of both robot and human- came into view, the face zipping closer, quicker. A deafening shriek filled the room as the figure drew near, and-

Bonnie woke up with a frightened gasp, 'panting' hard as he sat up. He was trembling all over, oil slicks staining the purple fur on his cheeks.
He looked at his arms and legs, moving them carefully to make sure that whatever had hold of him was gone. His voice was raspy, and his inner workings were going haywire.
Had he been screaming in his sleep?
Nobody had come in to wake him up. Of that, the bunny animatronic couldn't be sure of whether to be happy, or disturbed.
His eyes were glowing the darkness, and he looked around at the storage room he was in, only seeing the half-empty shelves, boxes of spare parts on the floor, and the inactive security camera in the top left-hand corner of the room.
He wheezed a sigh of relief and got up from the cold examination table, stretching his legs out tiredly since they appeared to have seized up at some point in the night.

His hand reached up to wipe the oil from his face, not caring it was now smeared onto his palms; he'd get a rag from the maintenance room after he calmed down.
He was heading that way anyways.

Creaking open the door, he shuffled out and began to make his way through the main party area towards the "Parts & Service" room, looking up at the clock.
It had gone midnight, seeming to be almost quarter past now.
The security guard was a bit late. Then again, Bonnie liked having the freedom for once, so he didn't voice any protest.
Besides, the main thing he was worried about was getting some oil and to get rid of the tears on his fur.
Looking behind him for a second to check if anyone had powered back on, he opened the door and slipped into the Parts & Service room, closing the door behind him and turning on the light.
He grabbed a can of oil from one of the high shelves, cracking it open and taking a gulp of the dark fluid, before scouting around.
Bingo! A rag was on the counter, and it was relatively clean.
Using that, Bonnie wiped the oil from his hands and face, making sure to get the fleeting drops from under his photo-receptors.

From the main stage, Freddy turned back on and looked around, hearing the light movement in the other room, and decided to check it out.
Being careful not to wake Chica or Foxy, he ventured to one of the hallways leading to the back office and bathrooms, veering into one to wait under cover of darkness. His eyes showed white pinpricks in unsettling voids of black opposed to the usual blue colour of his optics, though the mechanical bear didn't seem to notice, or even mind that this had occurred.
He watched from his hiding place, as a familiar shadow made its way near the entrance of the hallway and into the main stage area.

While he continued to keep track of the shadow, he saw it retreat back to the "Employees Only" room, leaving Freddy puzzled.

He went to follow and confront whoever had just gone in there, until he saw Chica powering back on.
Oh well, a walk through the pizzeria and a few scares for the guard couldn't hurt, could it?