So remember when you thought that this job would be a piece of cake?

Never. Fucking. Mind.

The complete uproar of screaming children was something you never thought you'd hate as much as you did. You didn't realise how used to quiet you had gotten after working as a night janitor for all those months, and how much you actually liked the quiet. But the noise wasn't even the worst part. The thing that really made you want to bite someone's head off was when these tiny demonic monkey's would directly interact with you. You were considering beating them off with a stick, but you doubted that'd be good for the company image, let alone your own.

The next thing that contributed to your 'I'm not having a good time' list was the fact that the animatronic hadn't showed up. He was the one that was supposed to tell you what to do! He was the one that was supposed to entertain these little slobbering sacks of flesh (maybe that insult was a little harsh, but whatever)! And most of all, you hadn't actually met this animatronic. Hadn't said hi. Hadn't exchanged names. Hadn't laughed over the fact that you were still scared of the Teletubbies as a young adult.

Currently, you were doing your best to control the wild beasts (aka sugar-high children) by putting a whole pack of mentos into a Fizzy Faz, capping the bottle and letting it explode in their faces. It would; 1. Keep the kids occupied and; 2. Give you an excuse to tell the kids to leave you alone because you were cleaning up. But generally, the children mostly kept to themselves and only occasionally came up to talk to you, so maybe it wasn't as bad as you liked to think.

"Hey Y/N!" You started - then remembered you had a name tag and looked up from the mess you were cleaning. A tall-for-a-five-year-old girl in pigtails wandered up to you, bouncing on her toes with a huge grin on her face, "whatcha doin?"

You stood up and sighed, patting a rubber gloved hand on her head, "I'm doing adult stuff, Cindy Lou." You said, brandishing your dish soap, "So you can go play sparkle unicorns somewhere else, okay?"

"But..." Cindy, as you had named her, put her hands behind her back and stared at her feet, "I'm lonely! I was wondering if you would play with me!"

You turned your back, continuing to scrub the floor.
"Well that sucks a fat one, little Lou-Lou." You said innocently, batting your eyelashes with mock-pity, "Guuuueeesss I'm the Grinch in your story! Sorry about that." Talking with kids was so easy. You didn't get all twitchy-nervous like you did around adults who could actually understand when you were making fun of them. You didn't have to tone down your personality and act like such a brown-nose. That was the one nice thing about kids; you could be your normal annoying self around them and they wouldn't care (well, maybe you exaggerated yourself a little for the kids, but you get the point).

"But the Grinch befriends Cindy Lou at the end of the story!" The girl chirped, smiling ever so sweetly. You looked back at her and gaped. Maybe preschoolers were smarter than you gave them credit for.

You put on a face on intense decision-making, "hmmm... alright. I'll play with you. But under one condition- I get to be the Queen/King of the world!" You quickly grabbed a paper hat off of one of the tables and shoved in on your head, making Cindy giggle.

Okay, so maybe being around this particular kid wasn't bad. Of course you remembered that child-like imagination but it had never resurfaced like it did today. The two of you played for ages - and a whole story unfolded between you. It was... kind of nice to play around with Cindy. Not that it changed your opinion on kids at all, however - in your view they were still soul-sucking demons in disguise. But maybe that wasn't the case for all kids. Maybe some of them didn't have a heart after all.

"That was so fun!" Cindy beamed and fell into your lap, her own paper crown slipping off her head. You froze - what were you supposed to do in this situation? There was a child practically draping over you!

Sucking in a breath, you gently lifted her off of you and set her down next to you.

"It was." You replied, giving her a high-five, "but I think your parents might wanna do some bowling with you now - after all, that's what Bonnie Bowl is all about!" You pointed towards to the two woman smiling and waving at you.

Cindy stood up and yawned, stretching, "'kay, Y/N. See ya later." She dashed off to her mother's and gave them a big hug, letting herself be wrapped up in their arms. You smiled.

Only then did you realise you didn't know Cindy Lou's real name.

"That was amazing, Y/N!" You jumped and spun around, your paper crown flopping down the side of your face.

It was... Bonnie?

"Heeeyyy...." You quickly put on your adult personality, "your Bonnie, aren't you? I'm Y/N, your new assistant. I'm sorry I didn't seek you out, I was just busy entertaining the kids as best as I could."

Bonnie smiled softly, looking down shyly.
"It's okay. It was my fault - I was supposed to come find you and say hi. But I didn't. Sorry. I just got anxious and may have..." Bonnie chuckled nervously, "avoided you? Just a bit?"

This was your first time seeing any of the animatronics, and honestly... they looked real. Not in the sense that they looked real enough to look like an animal, but how Bonnie moved so fluidly that it looked effortless. You'd expected them to jutter about with stiff and limited movement but it was completely the opposite.
As well as that, his design really suited the room. He was the same purple as a lot of room and he had stars on his arms that matched the stars on the walls and he overall looked pretty good for an animatronic. Pretty good.

You chuckled, "that's alright. I get it - meeting new people can be tough. And obviously I'm super intimidating." Bonnie pricked up his ears and laughed. He didn't seem half as 'timid' as Olive had described him. He seemed - nice. Friendly, even.

"But really, Y/N - watching you with that girl was great! You're a natural with kids..." you cocked an eyebrow. A natural? "Um.. I'm pretty busy right now - I have a show to put on. But maybe afterwards I can show you around the place a little more and teach you about the different things you can do?" Bonnie blinked down at his feet, suddenly embarrassed. You nodded and grinned and Bonnie looked up and beamed.

"Cool! See you around."

"See ya."

Bonnie moved through the crowd, attracting a crowd of screaming children (which he didn't seem too thrilled about) before getting to his stage and grabbing his guitar.
That had been.... A very brief interaction. You'd expected to talk a little longer, but you guessed that Bonnie had a lot to do. He was the mascot of Bonnie Bowl, after all.

You watched as he grabbed the mic and set it on the stand, grinning and waving bashfully as the crowd fan-girled and fan-boyed all over him. You chewed the side of your cheek, crossing your arms - maybe you could watch some of his show. It couldn't be that bad.

Bonnie quickly tapped the mic, his ears drooping out in front of him, cleared his throat and began.

His playing was gentle at first - just soft strums of his guitar and relaxed vocals. The crowd hushed - they were completely fixated on him. And maybe you were, too; just a little bit.

And suddenly the strumming turned into strong, confident playing, and the stage lights exploded in colour and Bonnie's voice carried out through the building and the crowd went wild and the noise was deafening but you didn't mind because you were shrieking and clapping along with the rest, and Bonnie's voice was amazing, so bright and powerful. And before you knew it the show was over and Bonnie had left the stage and was had retreated to the back room.

"You're not getting away so easily, Bonnie," you muttered to yourself, quickly following his footsteps. You fumbled with your keys, shoved one in, opened the door and burst into the room.

Bonnie jumped in surprise, turning around and bringing his hands to his chest, his palms facing out towards you.

"Gosh, you startled me, Y/N," Bonnie said meekly, "is everything okay?"

You walked straight up to him, making Bonnie squeak, "Everything is- WOW. Do you hear yourself? Literally. That's some of the best singing I've ever heard! You're voice is so... so..." you searched for the right word, "melodious?"

Bonnie swung his arms at his sides, blushing with embarrassment, "I'm not that good - it's all the programming - but, Uh - thank you. Very much. Very kind." You laughed at his flustered babble.

"Whatever you say, Bonnie." You smiled at him and he smiled back and you thought maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't have the worst time in the world here.

A/N GOSH this was long QwQ