He had them until they were taken away. Only, instead of his being taken away without pain like yours, his caused mental trauma and phantom pains that would last as long as he lives.

***

He waited, and he watched.

You never did come back to see him. Two weeks was just trashed. How could you? All the reality caught up with you. There was no way getting back to the asylum if your dad didn't take you. He had vision, he had the job, he had the key-card to get inside, and he had the car to drive you there. Too bad you weren't allowed there anymore, and all because you smarted off to him. Once again, your sharp, unnecessary words got you in deep trouble.

Bonnie sits in his cold, unwelcoming cell while the back of his head was propped against the door. His bloody colored, robotic glowing eyes stare at the plain wall with no color but white to it. His bottom, unbroken jaw starts to bleed and metallic tasting blood runs down his chin and onto the floor where it makes a tiny splash. The bandages loosely hanging over his infected and rotten wounds soak up some of the blood to where it didn't just spill down onto the floor. If he could smile at the sight of red in front of him, he would. But with no upper jaw and lips to smile with, how could he? As many night guards he had killed, he deserved it. Every precious pop of the bone and ripping of the skin.

"Bonnie, you okay, man? You've been oddly quiet for the past two weeks." Freddy speaks up through the quiet.

One of the light purple bunny ears atop his head twitches as the noise, his head leaning over his knees to look at the blood that cascaded down his ghostly pale chin. Taking the long strands of his dark purple hair between the only five fingers he has, all he can do is answer back with a distant voice.

"If I was okay, you would know. This isn't the first time I've done this, Freddy." His voice comes out as a whisper.

"But it hasn't been over someone such as that girl. Did she really have that much of an impact on you?"

"Yes, she did, okay! She promised to come back and she hasn't. You guys may see her as fresh bait to pick with but I don't. Leave it at that." He sneers to his brown headed friend, hand clenching a fistful of his silky feeling hair.

"BonBon, give her time. She'll come back. Don't be all sad until then. You're the only one that will share terrible jokes with me. Come on, light up the dark room." Chica pouts in her cramped cell, sitting on her small, uncomfortable mattress.

He keeps his red eyes nailed to the floor and inwardly frowns. If only he could fake a little happiness. He can't fake what isn't there.

***

"Are you going to talk to me?" Your dad pipes up during breakfast, softly slamming his fork down to get your attention.

Your lips tug into a bitter scowl and you continue to poke at the fried eggs on your plate. Everything he cooked for you tasted sour. Including this mornings breakfast. You lean an elbow on the table and weave your fingers through your knotted, unbrushed hair.

"You can't stay mad at me forever. What is so special about going back to work with me? So we can argue and you end up leaving my office to wander around helplessly?" He abruptly stands from the table.

"I met someone." You mumble, shoving food into your mouth and pretending like you didn't say anything.

You were beyond mad. And when he refused to take you back, you stomped out of the room and locked yourself in there for days, only coming out at night when you knew he was asleep and couldn't question you. You thought things over and decided to come out and be around him like everyday. Only you wouldn't talk to him unless he asked the right questions. Maybe he would've taken you back sooner if you didn't have a melt down and stormed off like a child. Anger issues are the worst.

"Excuse me?"

"I met someone. He was really nice, and I promised to meet him again. I need to know his and his friends names. They said that if I came back to see them, I would get their names." You let your fork clash against your glass plate while standing up just like your overprotective parent did.

"I told you not to talk to anybody."

"But I did anyway and guess what? I'm still alive and unharmed. So what is the big deal? You need to lose the attitude, Dad. I'm a grown woman and I can make my own decisions. All you have to do is drive me there and open the door so I can get inside." You lift your hand and run your fingertips over the cheek his pressed his hand against, a faint blush spreading across your skin.

"I suppose you're right..." He finally gives in.

"Wait, I am?" You ask with wide eyes, even if you couldn't see out of them.

"I keep forgetting that you're old enough to move out whenever you want. But can I still be a little concerned?"

"No. If I end up getting myself hurt, that will be on me."

***

You replay the path in your mind, walking down the hallway with your dad, trying to find the room you accidentally came across. Boy, are you glad you did. Only that mysterious guy that caressed your cheek made you smile without trying.

Your dad walked behind your quickening form, hands shoved into his coat pockets while you pressed your hands to empty walls, trying to find that same room.

"What are you looking for?"

"The... the room!" You exclaim at feeling the wooden door and the handle along with it. About time.

On the other side of the door, Bonnie and his friends are pierced by the sound of your voice right on the other side. He lifts his head and scrambles off the floor to look through the bars on his cell door. Your shadow was cast under the door, as well as someone else's. Chica sends a smile towards Bonnie and tries to keep herself quiet from the ecstatic cheering that wanted to burst from between her orange colored lips.

The second shadow vanishes and the other side falls quiet. The door handle turns and the door squeaks open. His hand clenches onto one of the bars so tight he feels the small bones in his hand shift. Your body slips through as the door is shut behind your back.

"Am I in the right room? If not, I'm going to feel so dumb." You fumble around with your bandages, tying a knot with the fabric to keep it from falling off your head.

"What took you so long?! You had poor Bonnie in a wreck!" Chica grabs a hold of her bars and shouts at you, her violet-purple eyes pinned to your small body.

Foxy snorts awake at her shrill voice bouncing around the room, glaring at his cell door while turning around on his springy mattress.

"Keep it down, duck. I'm tryin' t' sleep over here." He snaps in a gruff voice.

"Shut up, mutt. The matter of love is at stake. By the way, I'm a chicken, stupid." She retorts back, banging her hands against the wall just to get on his nerves. Not like he could get to her.

You felt confused at the part where she called herself a chicken. Was she crazy? Apparently so. She was in an insane asylum for a reason, wasn't she?

"Guys, shut up and let (Y/n) talk." Freddy rolls his crystal blue eyes, taking off his top hat and scratching the top of his head.

"Why did you stay away for so long?" Bonnie speaks up from his cell.

"I didn't mean to. If I could see and drive, I would have came back here a long time ago. My dad has to drive me here. He also has he key-card." You lean your back against the door and cross your arms over your chest.

"No excuses, Missy! You had BonBon all disappointed and depressed. You can kiss him to make him feel better!" Chica's eyes burn into your skin at realizing the blush across your cheeks.

"Chica..." Bonnie warns, shooting an unrecognizable glare. "I don't exactly have lips. Oh, and I don't even know her." He mumbles, looking down to hide the fact that his eyes had lit up for the replacement of a blush.

"You guys sure are unusual." You smile with a tilt of your head. "I still haven't got your real names."

"Oh! I forgot about that." Chica cuts into the introductions, waving her hand around through the bars.

"I'm Chica! In the cell next to me is Foxy, my bestest friend besides those two over there. In the cell to your right is Freddy. He leads the group. Then all the way in the far right corner is Bonnie. He's usually the playful, optimistic one." She points to each cell, thinking you would be able to see it.

It was nice to have real friends. Yeah, they're trapped inside tiny cells inside an insane asylum, but it still counts.

"Nice to officially meet you guys."

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I apologize for the rushed chapter. Tired, tired, and more tired.

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