Bonnie's P.O.V

"So you want me to feel bad for you?" I asked. "That's not the purpose of it's existence. You said yourself you wanted to know why I was doing this and you got it," said Shadow Bonnie. "But why blame me? What do I have to do with this?" I asked. "I've told you already, we're the same," he responded. "You keeping on inferring that! How about you convince me why you claim that because I find that to be a lie!" I responded mad. "Did you ever wonder why I acted and had some factors that were like what you had? Didn't you notice things about me that were the same even before I made my appearance to you?" he asked. "You were designed to be me." "That's a lie," I responded not believing his fake words to convince me we were the same. "Is it?" he asked. He suddenly grabbed a paper as he stuck it out for me to take. I stared at it as I stared at him; like he was expecting me to take it from him. "You want your proof, I'm presenting it to you," he said. I quickly took it from him as I looked at it to see what it contained for me. It was a blueprint for me, and it included all the information about my personality and with Springbonnie's as well. "How do I know if this is fake or not?" I asked. "I think you just don't want to accept we're the same," he said. "Every personality factor was included with you when you were put into production, the company took the basics from me and simplified it into a better version of me." "But how would I know this? From what I know I was brought to life by Puppet as he did the same with the others," I said. "Precisely. He's also the cause of this, he made me the villain. The problem is that you can't force yourself to see the mirror in front of you. Me," he said. "I know what you've been through because I've gone through the same experience, only they're different in causes and complications." "If you were me, I wouldn't go to great lengths to achieve the outcome I so much desire," I responded. "Would you? Or you maybe this event will determine that?" he asked. "I can't allow someone who's holding my life and is running around like they can be the new me. You've already done that for the past seven years now." "I still don't think we're the same," I said. "You can ignore it all you want, even with the facts supporting it. And you can't defeat yourself," he said. "When I'm done with you this pizzeria will be mine in the name of me... and Fredbear." The more I thought about, I did care for what happened to him. Yet it was hard to accept considering how much I disliked him. "Purple Guy was the cause of this, so why blame Puppet?" I asked. "Because he chose to interfere with my quest to be an animatronic again. Our whole purpose was made to entertain children, without that we are nothing," he said. "You're just letting this franchise take control of your life, that's what you've been missing. You have your life, you just need to bring it back from hiding. All you've done is hid it when in reality it's actually been there the whole time," I said. "Hid it! You this a life?" he asked. I honestly didn't have anything to respond with, now I was torn between if I was right or if he was. "It's torture, something I don't deserve. And neither did Fredbear," he said. "He made his decision, can you at least respect it?" I asked. He sighed as he looked down, showing how he felt about Fredbear's choice. "As much as I hated him for doing that, I still had to respect his decision as a brother. And I plan on receding in his name," he said. "Though I wish he would've continued to accompany me on our journey." "He did what he thought was right. Think about all this, the things you've done to get here. Was it worth it? Was it right?" I asked. He stared at the ground, presenting the following silence. "Fredbear did what was right. Even sacrificing himself seemed hard for him to do," I said. He quickly looked up in response to what I had said. "What!" "He gave his life to save Golden Freddy," I said. It took me a second later to realize he was not aware of his friends fate, but it felt best to admit it. "I wish you were told sooner." He looked down as I could see himself preserving his grief, but at the same time it looked like he wanted to just at least do something to show his grief for the loss of Fredbear. "You know, he was considered a brother to me, though that's what happens when you perform everyday of your life with someone else. You kinda get forced to know him. Though it was gift to me," he said. "Perhaps his life belongs in a happy place, not some where in which all we feels and thinks of is anger. Even if it was his power." "Shadow Bonnie... Springbonnie. There's still a separate path that you take that won't involve dread and harm. That's something you wouldn't want to see and feel around, especially when you carry it with you," I said. He looked back while closing his eyes, and at the same time clinching his right hand I frustration. "All I want is my life back. NOW GIVE ME IT!" He let go of Chica as he forced me through the doors as I landed on the dinner table from earlier. I struggled to get up as I heard his foot steps coming, and they were more obvious since he was wearing a suit of me. I looked over as he walked up to me while grabbing me by the chest. There was no way to escape his grasps, I was already in his hands and control. "You should've made it easy for me the first time I acted nicely," said Springbonnie. "Maybe you didn't ask polity enough," I said. He grinned as he threw me back on the table, and hard enough for the combined force to surpass the weak material it was made out of. I could already feel part of my back to be damaged, and it had mostly torn some of the suit. "I was willing to give you a merciful punishment, but I guess that option has been irritated already from the start," he said. "Now you wither away with no mercy." "How about you take my life instead?" He turned around to see Chica standing inches away, showing no fear against facing Springbonnie. "You're someone that I'm willing to give mercy to, so why wish to decline it?" he asked. "Because I rather die with Bonnie rather than be a puppet to you," she said. "The only puppet here is you following beliefs that are invalid or false. You are an essential factor that each person has apart of there life, love. If I am to reclaim it, the factors that make it up must be present as well," he said. "There will less pain if you join me." "I rather not take any option that involves pain," she responded. "The only pain I know that'll surround you is Bonnie's demise. A fake person who's only known for stealing a life. But I can ease and extinguish those feelings," he said. "It won't convince me other wise," she responded. "Hmm, then it appears you're accepting your fate after all," he said as he walked over to her while letting me go. "Chica... No!" I said still in pain. She didn't responded as he walked over to her and stopped. He then moved his right arm up as he got ready to strike her down and fulfill his wishes, yet it wasn't the wishes he seeked. "Springbonnie, don't do this! Killing isn't a way of solving the pain! That pain was put onto you, yet you weren't ready to embrace it!" I said still on the ground on the remains of the broken table. He still stood in place as I did the best of my ability to prevent him from destroying Chica. "You're no better than the bully's that got that kid killed! The same kid that's now in Golden Freddy's suit!" He still stood in place for a moment, until he raised his hand down as he looked down at the ground. "How did you know that?" he asked. "I did some thinking when you told me about it. The reason Freddy told me to stay from Golden Freddy in the first place was that a child's soul took control of the suit and had an uncontrollable temper," I said. "Who's other soul would take it?" He finally turned around to look at me, and in his eyes I could see guilt. "I should've done something instead of following a simple rule that would jeopardize my existence. At least a life would've been saved," said Springbonnie. "I don't want to be like them. But you are not innocent, and you don't get salvation as well!" He walked over to me as he extended his hand. "No!" yelled Chica. Though even when pain tries to control you, the option to control isn't futile. I kicked his leg as he fell down, while I got up with the little time I had. "Get out of here!" I said to Chica. She stood in place, though I wasn't sure if it was because of my safety or of Springbonnie. I turned to see him trying to get up as I punched him. "I'll be fine, go!" I said again. She finally responded as she ran away from us. Now my primary objective was Springbonnie. There was no way that he would back down, like there wasn't any hope of that already. There was no civilized way to end this, only destruction. I had to destroy the suit he was in, it was the only way I would do an affect on him. He quickly kicked my leg as I staggered a little, giving the opportunity for him to make his move. He pushed me as I tried to punch him as he dodged it by darting to the right. He punched me again as I stumbled back a little as he ran at me. Once he got close enough, I moved a little and punched him as hard as I could in the face as he stumbled a little to the side while covering his face. He took his hands off his face as he turned around, showing the major damage I had down to his face. There were some wires sticking out, as well as some sparks. Even the left eye was a little broken. "You were just luckily there, but luck isn't going to aid you in every situation," he said. He ran at me as he pushed me to the floor, and the same time tried grabbing and opening my chest as I could feel him making an entrance by ripping parts of the suit off. "It so close! I can feel it!" he exclaimed. "Maybe your only feeling the determination in my life," I responded. I grabbed his left arm as he held on my arms in an attempt to keep me from destroying his suit. The arm finally pulled off as he kicked me in the face. I looked up trying to bruise off the damage while he held the place where his left arm once was. "Now you know how I felt being a withered piece of shit," I said. He looked at me surprised that I had cussed, but with anger as well. He charged at me while shooting a beam out of his hands as I was pushed to the wall. About a moment later when he had stopped, I fell on the ground as I was beyond the point of trying to resist the pain. I tried to move as I looked to see him walking over to me, and I knew I was at that point where I was out of options. "Why are you so reluctant to give me my life back? In my eyes I'm doing you a favor," he said stopping next to me. "You call destroying me a favor?" I asked struggling to hold back the pain. "Yes. I do. But it is also me getting my life back. That's all I want," he said. "It's not yours," I said. "It never was!" With the remaining strength I had I jumped up on top of him as I pushed him to the ground. I grabbed onto his head as I pulled to take it off. "Ah! Stop it!" he demanded as he held onto my arms with immense force to stop the pain. "As much as I hate to resort to these ways, adapting is the only way that'll be the way to success!" I exclaimed feeling the pain throughout my whole body. I was losing my grip as tightened it more as I yelled from it. I had to let the pain out, but not let it control me. Finally all that pain was worth it, especially when it made a difference. The head of the suit dropped down on the ground, making a huge noise since it was big clunk of metal. Only now it was an empty sell, one that was designed to hide the person's true identity. Springbonnie went out of the suit as he looked to face me. And the expression delighted me more than concern me. "So. You think destroying my only source of feelings I can have towards my vision will stop me?" he asked. "It only fuels me, and the point of it replenishing has broken the barrier for to hold the amount I have stored!" He stuck his hand out as he grabbed my chest while ripping a part of my suit off. I yelled in pain, not because it hurt but rather it made the current pain I felt feel like my wires were being pulled off. And that was not a subtle feeling to endure. Even though I wasn't looking I knew my wires were exposed; the feeling of vulnerability was around me at the moment. "At last! After all I have done! All just to get here!" he exclaimed. "And now I reclaim my life!" "How certain are you that the end results will be to your liking?" I asked. He looked at me with mild interest, yet it carried a slight hint of displeasure. "Perhaps your sense of persuasiveness still has a life of it's own." "You obsession is valued so much that it has clouded the probability of a proper achievement to be earned in the end," I said. "How do you know I even have your life?" "Because the evidence was in plain sight, you. The characteristics, the factors, and your personality," he said. "How do you know they're exact?" I asked. "Because I compared them! I took note of everything you did!" he exclaimed. "But did they all match up to the all the characteristics you have?" I asked. He didn't responded, I knew I had him thinking about what I had asked him. "You claim we are the same, yet we're different in our own ways," I said. "Let me ask you something, who's the villain here? Purple Guy, the reason why your life was ruined, or you in which carry his actions that bring harm to everyone? Pain." He looked down as he didn't say anything, and I wasn't sure if he was thinking about my question. "The answer is both. Sometime's the evil influences that the bad guy holds can be used to make another just like them," I said as he looked at me. "Getting something that is important to you that was stolen doesn't make you a villain," he said. "Maybe in your eyes," I responded. "Then I'm ready for my life to determine that," he responded. He forced his hand in my chest as I could feel something being pulled out of me. My life. My vision was starting to go dark as the only visible thing that I could see for the moment was Springbonnie's smile. This was it, my own life was about to be stolen. I just wished had a proper goodbye. Especially for Chica; I never did tell her I loved her. My vision was being stripped away as I could see nothing now but darkness, and soon the gate way into a new life. Wherever that may be. There was darkness, nothing but my thoughts. All I could think of was what would become of me, only the outcomes wasn't the way I had expected it to be. A moment later I could see again and feel. I could feel alive again. I could see Springbonnie still in front of me, yet he seemed surprised. "No. No, no, no! It can't be!" he exclaimed. He fell to the ground as he buried his head against his hands. "It's not there! All this and the prize was a misguided desire! A prominent goal that now lies in the depth of falsely paths!" he exclaimed. "Springbonnie..." I tried saying, but at this point I didn't have enough energy to even speak. "Why? Why are you right? Why have I brought this guilt upon myself? All this just to be rewarded with pain and nothing!" he said. "All this to believe one had my life, and yet the answer is your life." "I don't blame... you. All you wanted was your life, because... that's an important... part of you," I said struggling to speak. "And in doing I so, I risked everything just for this. Now pain is the only thing I get, something that still carries with me, no matter what I do," he said. "And in doing so I used that pain to spread it into suffering, just to lighten it enough that I would forget it!" Sometimes we're so presumptuous on the little things we see, that we conclude our own made up meaning," I said. "I only developed deceit because of those false thoughts," he said. "I thought that the only people that deserved pain was the ones who inflicted the pain itself. Now I carry their pain," he said. "It continues to remind me of the past experiences that shaped me into this." He actually looked up now, still showing his guilt. "I don't blame you, though I understand all the pain you've felt," I said. "All I got in the end was nothing, and the curse of being alone. My actions caused Fredbear's sacrifice, the lose of my life, and the prominence of being the real villain," he said. "Now the only thing I can use them for is to conclude my fate." "Bonnie!" I looked up slightly to see Chica, Freddy, and Foxy running towards me. "Are you alright?" she asked getting on the ground to check on me. I looked back to where Springbonnie was, only he was gone now. But somehow I felt like I would see him again. "For the most part... yes," I said barely getting my words out. "Where's Shadow Bonnie? Did you win?" she asked. "I thinks it's best we get him repaired as soon as possible, he looks like he's about to shut off," said Freddy. "Do you think he'll be making it," asked Foxy. "I don't know, just help me get him to the back room!" sad Freddy to Foxy."Stay with me Bonnie. It'll be fine," said Chica holding my head gently. "It is now..." I said faintly. "Nobody won here."