Bonnie's P.O.V
I walk through the place a called home while carrying the girl. What even is her name. I ponder, looking down to ask the question and get an answer, but then I noticed her sleeping in my arms peacefully. Huh.. I continue making my way to parts and services. As I enter, I start poking her face, slightly curious of what would happen. She shifts her head, slightly swatting her hand at my paw, attempting to push it away. "wake up.." I whisper, slightly shaking her. "Five more minutes.." she mutters. My eyelids droop as I roll my eyes. "Classical." I say, unamused. This causes her to giggle. "Were you faking this entire time?" I groan, already knowing the answer. "Well..not the entire time! I woke up on the first poke." She says, opening her eyes, grinning. "I will drop you." I say. "Wa-" she begins to say, before suddenly being raised into the air, only to start dashing to the ground, causing her to start to scream, but I catch her by the foot. I start laughing, before noticing her face, glaring through me with tears in her eyes from embarrassment. She scowls. "Hey, hey, I'm sorry. I'm just used to sh.." I begin to say but then I shut my mouth, setting her down on a chair. "N-never mind." I say. "hm..ok.. oh wait, the book!" She says, grabbing it from of the stained checkered floor, some tiles were torn out. "Ok here we go. Sit" she says, almost demanding. I look at her confused, but I sit on a table, like I would do when one of the workers would repair me. She flips to a certain page, place the book mark next to me. "What do you want me to fix..?"She asks. She must be into all of this, because I don't think she realizes how dark it is in here. "Can you fix my fur? Some of it is torn off." I say. She nods, tapping a finger on the book, as if she's trying to regain focus. "Where's the material?" She asks. "Oh." I simply say before looking through some burnt up boxes laying around here. "I got it." I say, dropping the box onto the table. "Thank you~" she sings, pulling out some different fur, grabbing my paw and placed each different purple colored fur against it. "Aha!" She says, noticing one of the furs color matching perfectly with mine. It's cute how dominant she is on just finding a matching fur color. As if its the greatest achievement she has ever made. Stuck in thought, I didn't notice that she was almost done patching me up, finishing the last few stitches with a string and needle, but then thats when it hits me, where the hell did she get a needle from... I probably should've payed more attention. "Hey, I forgot to ask, whats your name?" I ask. "Oh, its Y/N." She simply says, before finishing the last stitch. "Nice! Your fur is all done!" "Heh..thanks..uh..would you mind if..I stayed with you at your house?"I say nervously. I was planning on making springtrap's life miserable for murdering us, but realizing the reason on why he murdered us, and how he was finally having a family too, I came back into my suit, hoping someone like Y/N would find me. And we could be family, like the one I lost. But I wont let this one go. Nothing will break this family. I will kill if I have to save this. I will shove her into a suit if I have to. Nothing. NOTHING. I snap out of my thoughts realizing that Y/N is ranting again. "But what if my grandma finds out- What would happen then? Will I get arrested for stealing, maybe even going to a crime scene- Grandma would probably ground me fore like if she knew I stole a robot-" as she rants I wonder if she has anxiety. "Calm down. You didn't steal a robot. I followed you to your house. So. And besides, if your grandma doesn't find out about this, I don't think she'll find out about me. I can hide in your closet. She'd never know, and maybe when you get comfortable enough,  you can tell her." I say, hoping to convince her. But really, she wouldn't have a choice, would she?