"Can you get that melting middle-school art project off of your face, L/N? You came to work at the Pizza Plex, not a horror film."

You pinched Olive's arm, a furious blush smacking you in the face.
"Shut up! I was just trying something new. You're just a heartless old hag."

Olive sucked her teeth, messing her hand through her violet-streaked hair and pushing her glasses firmly back on the bridge of her nose (as you'd come to notice, they had a habit of slipping off), "was just letting you know that it's horrendous. Might wanna wash it off."

"Well I'm sorry for using your face as a reference." It was Olive's turn to pinch you, but you all you could do was laugh at her murderous expression.

But, with an exaggerated roll of her eyes, Olive handed you a cup of iced coffee and took a drink of her own.

Today was boiling - maybe it was just you, but having to drive here in a stuffy car would linger on you for the rest of the day. And thanks to your piss-poor wage, fixing the AC in your car wasn't something you could do easily.
With the sun beating onto your back, you stood just outside of the Pizza Plex, it's walls towering over you like a silent threat waiting to pounce. You'd been there longer than you liked to admit. Although you'd gotten over that whole 'Monty' situation yesterday, the whole vibe of it still rubbed you the wrong way and you'd hesitated more then once when reaching for the door.

"As you already know, the Fazbear company is in major dept." You nodded, suddenly interested. It wasn't often Olive talked about the money problems of the company - and when she did, she didn't talk about it lightly. So this had to be something important.

"Well..." Olive sighed and flicked her nails against her palm, "well, we need to do something about this. I don't like to admit it, but it's something we need to take care of. As your manager, I want you to pitch me some ideas on how to raise some extra cash."

You gaped at her, "You're making me do that?" Frustration settled in the pit of your stomach, but soon, your frown of annoyance was replaced by a smug grin. "OOOHHH, I get why you can't do that yourself. You're embarrassed. No need to be! I'm sure you're not the only one with the IQ of a moldy sponge."

Olive groaned, giving you the middle finger (which you definitely deserved), "Do you even know what a manager is?" She continued to grumbled to herself as you both, finally, walked inside, hanging her leather jacket on a coat hanger as she prowled over to her office.
"Now get to work, Y/N!" You smiled to yourself as you watched her go.

So Olive wanted you to raise money for the Pizza Plex? Easier said than done. The Pizza Plex already had everything a kid could wish for. You ground your teeth, continuing deeper into the building. What could you possibly do?

"Bonnie!" You quickly made your way to Bonnie Bowl, not daring to stop incase you ran into Monty, "You won't believe what Olive's making me do!" No reply. Just like yesterday. You cracked your knuckles, beelining straight for the arcade.

"Bonnie, I know you're in here~" You stopped. There wasn't a sound, not a shadow on the wall. All you could hear was the quiet electric buzz of the lights and all you could see were rows of arcade machines. No Bonnie. You bit your cheek, your eyes darting around the room. Where was he?

So, just like yesterday, you checked everywhere. The ice cream parlor. The Bowling Alley. Again, he was nowhere. Readjusting your vest, you strode confidently to the backroom, your keys jingling in your hand.

"Thought you could run from me, didn't you?" You wiggled the keys in the door, having to try a few of them before finding the right one, "Well, hide-and-seek's over." You kicked the door open, laughing victoriously, "I've got you!"

Bonnie squeaked and turned around to face you, a red tint to his cheeks. He was sitting in front of a mirror lined with stickers and papers, a make-up brush in hand and bright, and colourful palette slayed out on the desk below it.

"So..." You put your hand on your hips, smirking as Bonnie's blush deepened, "What have I found you doing this time?" Bonnie sighed, his ears flopping in front of his face.

"I'm... doing my eyeshadow..." He mumbled. "I-I swear, you only find me doing the most embarrassing things. What is up with that?"

You took a step closer, peering over Bonnie's shoulder at the palette, "Well maybe it's cause you do said 'embarrassing stuff' when I come to work!" You glanced up at the mirror to take a quick look at Bonnie's eyelids. They were beautiful - so much more color-coordinated and refined then yours and- they were just stunning.

"I think it looks brilliant!" You marveled, hardly able to pull your gaze away, "How many hidden talents do you have that I don't know about?"

Bonnie smiled weakly.
"You really think they look good?" He quickly dusted some glitter on top of his eyelids, the sparkles puffing into the air, "I do have do have eyeshadow as a part of my design, but I always thought that coming up with different styles and looks would be much more interesting."

"It's amazing..." You couldn't help but look at your own makeup in dismay. Maybe Olive hadn't been entirely joking about it.

Bonnie beamed, standing up and putting a gentle hand on your shoulder. "You know, if you really like it that much..." He scratched his head, looking away, "We could always do our eyeshadow together. I-I mean, if you want to. You're makeup is- WOW. I love it. So, if you ever wanted to, I'd be more than happy to, um, do it." He played with the ring on his finger, "It'd be fun."

You're face practically glowed, happiness bubbling up inside you. One, Bonnie liked you makeup. Two, he had asked you to do your makeup with him? How could you pass that up?

"Of course! I'd love to!" You tanged your fingers with Bonnie's and squeezed tight, leaning against his side. Finally, the refreshing cold of his metal seeped into your skin.

Bonnie twitched in surprise, then immediately tensed up. You shrank softly away - maybe Bonnie wasn't comfortable with that much contact. Maybe he hadn't been alright with you flinging yourself into his arms yestersay. It was fine. You curled some of your messy h/c hair behind your ear, a anxious blush biting at your ears.

"I-" Bonnie swallowed, "I'm sorry about Monty."

"It's okay."

He sighed, and you did, too. You couldn't bare to look up at the mirror in case you caught Bonnie's eye. Swinging your arms by your sides, you bit your lip, the awkward silence way too intense for you to brush off.
Was Bonnie alright? Had you just messed up the bond that was slowly forming between you? Or maybe you were overthinking it. But then why had he reacted like that...

But suddenly, even if a little hesitantly, Bonnie grabbed your hand and clasped it tight. It was your turn to be surprised as Bonnie gently lead you back to his side, and let you rest your weight on him.

Instantly, a warm smile spread over your lips.

...

You fiddled with the soft, almost dusty elastic of your rubber gloves, anxiously watching the clock on the wall. Only a few more minuets before this ice cream slinging hell would be over. Today hadn't been as bad as you'd been expecting - you'd been able to sneak out of the parlor for a few minuets to try your hand at some of the arcade games, and there had only been one semi-annoying customer to deal with. And with only your mind for company for the most part of your shift, you'd actually been able to come up with a few ideas for Olive's money-making scheme.

But that hadn't been the only thing floating around your mind. Many Monty-cenered thoughts had been bouncing around your skull and they had been relentless. However, they weren't all bad. Infact, most of them had just been curious. Why had Monty acted out? What was wrong with him? Maybe it was just your middle school nerd phase resurfacing, but this was something that you really wanted to figure out. Kind of. All you could remember was the trace of Monty's claws on your cheek and how easily those talons could snap your neck in half, fold you like a shirt and stuff you in the underground sewers. Pretty scary. Not okay.

You surveyed Bonnie Bowl. Your eyes darted from posters to racks of bowling shoes to the overflowing bins to the crowd. The people were finally, finally starting the thin out. You didn't think you had the strength to scoop another gob of ice cream. Finding your gaze drifting to Bonnie, you were pleasantly surprised to see that he was looking at you, too. Just over the general noise of people, you could hear his squeak, and he curled his fingers into his palms and look away, blushing. You stuck out your tongue and rolled your eyes, flipping the cold metal ice cream scooper in your hand (and nearly dropping it, to your embarrassment). It always made you laugh, how Bonnie blushed at every little thing.

But of course, Bonnie brought his golden eyes back to you in a matter of moments. You raised your eyes and pointed to the clock. Bonnie nodded, his flustered look now gone, waved goodbye to the kid he was talking to and made his way over to you. His eyes gleaming in the faint neon glow.

"What's up?"

"Well... you know how Olive wants me to raise some money for this place?" You bit your tongue. You'd almost called the Pizza Plex a hell-hole, but that would both be insulting to Bonnie and not entirely accurate.
The animatronic hummed in response.

"I was thinking- if you were okay with it..." you dug your nails into your palm. This was tricky. You'd only known Bonnie for three days. But yet, you already felt like you'd know him for so, so much longer.
"I was wondering if you wanted to do a kind of... adults night?"

Bonnie pricked his ears, his eyes twinkling with interest.
"What do you mean, Y/N?"

You smirked, letting confidence wash over you. This was Bonnie - there was no need to be nervous. And besides, being dramatic and bold was always a lot more... dazzling.

"You know what I mean - wine, casino games, a little soft jazz. After hours. It would be perfect - if I remember correctly, there's a spare room not far from here that already has a stage installed. This place doesn't only have to be the place for kids, y'know. And with about a million advertisements a minuet, I'm sure Fazbear Entertainment could spare one or two for us to let the world know about the night."

Bonnie blinked rapidly, tapping his foot on the ground. "I guess it could work. I-I mean, I'm not saying I don't want to be a part of it. It's a great idea. Brilliant. We just need to get Olive around it first."

You grinned, "and of course, I'd be happy to design some new attire for you myself."

"New attire?"

"Why, of course." You slunk your hand onto Bonnie's shoulder, the cool, collected persona you had going on stomping out the anxiety leaping in your throat, "No offence, but I think I can get you dressed up in some some clothes that are much more flashy - namely a suit, some cuffs, and a corset." Bonnie stared down at your hand, a nervous flush touching his face. His nose twitched - and your carefully controlled expression almost dropped. Almost.

"A corset? I - I r-really don't think that's necessary-"

But you knew you'd already won. "So it's settled, then; I'll get talking to Olive and let you know if there is any updates. And maybe, just maybe, you can put those makeup skills to good use." It had worked. Bonnie had been dazzled. Just liked you'd intended. And as you stuffed your hand back into your pocket, you knew Bonnie would be entranced for a while yet.

"Right." You glanced at the clock again - it was closing time. "Let's get these little gremlins out of here before I get infected with their disease." Quickly taking off your apron and dropping your scooper into some water, you began the tedious task of hustling people out of the Pizza Plex. God, that had been an accomplishment. How had you managed to actually be impressive for once, and had done it without messing up once? It was a miracle.

Bonnie didn't move. He just stood, mouth slightly ajar, still completely and utterly dazzled.

A/N
I just want to say that Y/N is genderless! Even if they use makeup :3

Also, I know I just said that I wasn't gonna write for a bit, but I had this chapter in the making and I haven't gone away in holiday yet (that will be the reason for my absence) so I decided to get it out while I could.

Finally, if there are any mistakes, I will be reading over this first thing tomorrow and I will be fixing them. Hope y'all liked this chapter!