Bonnie's P.O.V

It was rough for some of us when we were brought into this new position. I felt empty since our only purpose was to entertain, why else would we be here? All day me and everyone else sat in the 'maintenance room' while the toy versions of us did what we were designed to do. The only thing that reminded us of the children was their cheering and attitude towards the toys. The seemed to not even care that the originals spot was taken from us. Freddy didn't seem to care, but he did want to know why the previous location was shut down unexpectedly. Foxy was more focused on Mangle, in which case he had a love interest for her. No big surprise to me. Chica seemed to question our current state as well besides me, but she seemed to keep her opinions to herself. Me on the other hand had a strong opinion on the matter. I've explained it to the others during the free time they had available. Freddy didn't seem to bothered by our predicament. He explained that it wasn't just about making kids or others happy, but more about making ourselves happy. He did have a point, but what pissed me off was the fact that he didn't care that we were broken and withered without a choice. Sometimes I wished the owners couldn't control us. Foxy like I mentioned didn't give a damn about the subject, the only thing that was diverting his focus from the thought was Mangle. Love did always seemed to grasp his attention often. Too often. Chica did talk little about my concerns, but rarely. Perhaps she was too afraid to express her feelings about it. I spent the last three days avoiding everyone, just so I can wonder how my current state affected my feelings. I felt angry all the time, only to have the thought and urge to know why me and my friends life's waschanged into a disaster. It didn't make sense on why we were suddenly deactivated for three years. In fact I couldn't recall anything that happened the last night before the next day of when we were deactivated. I was just hoping at this point Freddy found a valid reason on why our place was closed down. My feeling just seemed to be a everlasting thought that would never fade away until I fulfilled it's purpose. But Chica gave it a different purpose. 

With even the sounds of my friends laughing that echoed throughout the halls, that didn't even give me the thought to leave the 'maintenance room' at all. I just preferred to stay in the corner by myself. I basically blocked any connections with the others for most of the nights; ever since the first night and until today, the fourth night here. I honestly wished I could go back to when the first pizzeria was open, when it was just the four of us. No problems, not looking like something that was hit by a metal object or straight out of the dump. Though I doubt those times will ever rejoice or return. As I sat staring at the door, just lost in my thoughts, they were suddenly broken off to the sound of the door opening. It took me a second to realize it was Chica as the door. I didn't leave it completely closed since I wanted it to be easier for Chica to open the door to get inside in case she came to hang out or talk. "Hey Bonnie," she said. "H-H-Hey," I responded. "Do you know why I'm here?" she asked. "No, thou-u-u I'm g-guessin-ng it's imp-por-rtan-nt," I responded. "Bonnie. I've been concerned for you since we arrived here, you've barely left this room, you've haven't talked to any of us much. Not only that you refuse to talk to the toys," she explained. "Why s-should I talk to-o-o the-e toy vers-sions of us? They're only copies, they s-sho-ould be dismantl-l-led-d!" I responded. "You're still on about your feelings aren't you?" asked Chica. "Why sho-ould I forget what happened to us? I wan-nt justice for this!" I said pointing at me. "All I want is thi-ings to go back l-like how they were be-ef-f-fore." "Who knows. Maybe it will happen," she said. "How could you igno-o-ore-" I stopped as I kept tapping on the spot on where my voice box was. "How could you ignore this? Look at us! Look at me! My face is gone, I don't have an arm, and my voice box is damaged severely. How could you try to forget this?" She sat and stared at me as her eyes shifted down to the ground. I sat up as I looked at her, while she still said nothing. "Chica. Are you happy for what we have right now, which is nothing from my point of view. How we can't entertain, or have the happiness we enjoyed back at our old pizzeria? Do really think trying to act happy is going to mask your feelings? I've already attempted that, and I can't bare to put up an act. I hate hiding feelings, but I know you understand me," I said. "I'm not afraid to express my feelings, but rather to know how people with interpret it. And I hate my life right now!" Chica finally looked up, showing her response. "I thought hiding my feelings about out current state would solve anything, but it only made me realize that isn't the solution to the problem. Or even realize what are intended purpose is now." "Chica. This is why I considered you my friend, because I trust you, maybe even a best friend. Maybe's there's a chance for redemption. For all of us," I said. "Or a chance to reverse the damage," she said. "I think it's best I go now." I didn't respond as she walk to the door, but not before stopping. "Promise me one thing though," she said looking at the door still. "Don't blame the toys, they weren't the ones reasonable for that happened to us. You can't blame thm for the cause of our current state, even if they look like us. They are us. They're one of us. Family." She turned around as she opened the door and walked out as I stood staring at the door. "I'll see if they're family," I said to myself while walking to the door. "But what considers them friends is if you can trust them or relate with them. Family is the people you know well to call them that."