Bonnie's P.O.V

"I need a break from Foxy," I said walking to the stage. "May as well talk to Chica or Freddy." But as soon as I saw the stage, I realized both of them weren't there. "Huh? Guess they woke up while I was distracting Mike," I guessed. "And it's obvious where they're at. I'll just visit Chica then." I made my way to the kitchen since that was where she usually liked to hang out the most. Her hobby was making pizza, since that was her favorite food, even though we couldn't eat. Guess she had a desire to eat pizza every day. Even though Freddy permitted her to use the kitchen, he didn't like the fact she was using it. An old animatronic by the name of Golden Freddy usually likes to hang around in the kitchen, since to us he had no purpose. Or at least to Freddy for that matter. He honestly hated Golden Freddy though for what reason I'm not aware of, yet I believe it's because of the powers he has. Somehow, some of Puppet's powers transferred to him when we were at the second location three years ago. It was clear Freddy had a fear of what Golden Freddy was capable of, though he hadn't done anything to prove his point. Honestly if Golden Freddy wanted to harm us, he would've done it already. I opened the doors as I could already see Chica rolling dough on the table. "Hey Bonnie!" said Chica greeting me as I approached her. "Squeak," said Carl going up to me. "Hey I didn't forget about you," I responded. When we were moved to this location, the company made a new animatronic to go alongside with Chica, which was Carl the Cupcake. Somehow Chica was the only one able to understand what Carl said, considering the only thing he could say was 'squeak' all the time. Foxy and Freddy hated Carl because they thought he was just annoying and useless all the time. But I'll tell you he's a lot smarted than you think. "Just making pizza?" I asked. "Ya. Foxy still trying to kill Mike," she asked. "You know him with his obsession," I responded. "At least it gives him an excuse to not talk about Mangle all day," said Chica. "Thank god for that," I said followed with me yawning. "I'm guessing he woke you up earlier again," she asked. "Yep! Waking up three minutes early for me is like waking up three hours early," I said. "Squeak, squeak," said Carl. "Carl I doubt Foxy will stop, even if you tell him to," said Chica. "What did he say?" I asked. "He said he wanted to suggest you to ask Foxy to stop waking you up earlier. Though like I said to Carl he'll never stop until Mike is dead," she explained. "Well that's Foxy for you," I responded. "Anyways, wanna help me with the pizza?" she asked. "Why not," I responded. I walked to her as she handed me some dough. "What do you plan on doing tonight?" she asked. "I don't know. Freddy is probably going to ask me to help him with the paperwork. After that I might just hang out with you or just practice some tones with my guitar," I responded while flattening out the dough. "I never understood what the paperwork is for," she responded. "Well, it's for all the modifications that Freddy installed in us and he's ordering more. Plus it's hard to pay the fees when nobody doesn't realize we're the ones paying for these supplies, not the owner," I said. "How does he even get the money to buy everything?" she asked. "Freddy is trying to sell all the old parts in the back room we don't need, and so far they're selling faster than people coming here each day," I said. "Even though we don't get as much business then we used to get back then," said Chica as she was putting the toppings on. As she said that, I noticed something golden at the corner. As I turned around for a half a second I saw Golden Freddy before vanishing, like the ghost he was. "Golden Freddy again?" asked Chica. "Yeah. Probably doesn't have anywhere to go for right now," I said. "I'm pretty sure he's trying to occupy himself by messing with Mike," responded Chica while grabbing the pan with the pizza on it. "Squeak," said Carl. "Good, the oven is heated now. Bonnie, can you grab the other pan of pizza for me please?" she asked. "Sure thing," I responded grabbing the other pan of pizza. "You know this is why you're my best friend, you're so willing to help me or anyone. Even with all the work put onto your shoulders," she said. "Well who said I was incapable of helping everyone?" I asked jokingly. "I mean, you don't have to help me," she said. "It's always better to have someone knowing you aren't doing everything by yourself," I said. "Squeak, squeak!" said Carl a bit annoyed I was saying this in front of him. Perhaps he thought my words were targeting him. "You're not useless. Though you don't have hands remember?" I said. "Squeak," he responded realizing I was right. "Don't worry, you still have a purpose. You just don't know it yet," I said. "Uh oh!" said Chica suddenly. I turned to see the pizza was on fire in the oven; it was overcooked already. "Dammit!" I said as I quickly ran to the fire extinguisher and grabbed it. I went over to the oven and opened it, while spraying the fluid on the fire to put it out. "Oops. I may have set the temperature to high," she said taking the blame for her mistake. "It's not your fault. Mistakes happen," I said. For some reason our eyes interlocked, and we couldn't break our gazes. Something in me was igniting, a feeling that was new to me. It felt odd, but it was trying to draw me to her, but why. "Bonnie! Chica! What the hell is that smell?" said Freddy walking in. "Oh. I may have burnt the pizza on accident," said Chica. "Oh great! We just pissed off the boss," I said to myself. "He's not going to let this go easily."