The morning of your second week at the Pizza Plex, you received two phone calls.
The first was from Olive.
"Mornin', ya Skank." You blinked open your bleary eye and fumbled on your earbuds, just loving the fact that Olive's snarky tone was the first thing to greet you this morning.

"Hey princess." You mumbled, trying your best to put on a 'I've been awake this whole time' voice, "What's up?"

If Olive had been here in front of you, she would have flicked her hair and put her hands on her hips. "Got some news about your little fundraiser." You sat up a little straighter. You'd been waiting to hear back from Olive for days.

"Go on."

You could hear Olive clacking her long nails on her desk over the fuzzy phone static. "Good new and bad news, L/N. Your show is on - the people higher up have agreed to it." You let out a sigh of relief. You were kind of excited of the adults night. Not only would there be fancy cocktails and fancy outfits (speaking of that, you'd already started to plan both you and Bonnie's attire, and you could not wait to see Bonnie's face when he tried it on), but you could spend a night with your favorite animatronic. Not gonna lie - he was kind of growing on you. And you didn't mind that at all.

"Bad news - your going to have to wait a while before you can do it."

You felt yourself deflate. "How long?"

Olive sighed, "Don't, Y/N. 'Parently upper management... well, I don't know what's up with them, but they said what they said. Don't think of this as an entirely bad thing; this means you and Bonnie will have more time to plan it out." You nodded, completely forgetting that Olive wouldn't be able to see you do it.

"Whelp. That's all for now." Olive was silent for a moment, before snapping her fingers and saying, "God! I almost forgot. We've got some new employees joining the Pizza Plex. So if you see any new faces, don't be alarmed." Olive promptly hung up without saying goodbye. You scoffed to yourself, threw your phone onto your couch and snuggled back down into your blankets. You still had time before work - it wouldn't hurt to have a little more shut-eye.

Not moments later, your phone began to ring again.
It was the second phone call.

You stuffed your head under your pillow, letting out a groan. Normally you got one call a month, and now you were having them one after the other. It was kind of pissing you of. Why couldn't people just let you sleep?

You left the phone ringing. It finally stopped. Then began ringing again.

Flinging your pillow across the room and sinking your feet into your slippers, you mooched over to your couch and grabbed your phone. Whoever was on the other end was persistent - maybe it was something important.

The phone buzzed repeatedly in your hand as you flicked open to the home screen. A private number - strange.

"Hello, Y/N here."

The caller was silent for a moment. You could hear their soft, almost labored breath on the other side.

"Hello?" You tried again. This was starting to creep you out a little.

The person sighed.
"Y/N."

You froze. A cold sweat seeped down your neck to the tip of your toes. You could recognize that voice anywhere. And it made you want to scream and cry and smile and laugh all at the same time and you hated it. You curled your fingers into your palms, hating how they shook.
"Hello, Morgan."

Morgan Briggs. That name still haunted your sleep and found it's way into your mind every single day. Their thick black hair, soft eyes, kind smile - things you thought you'd loved, long ago.
You hadn't heard from Morgan for one whole year. A year. You'd thought you were finally free of them. But now they'd come back.

You didn't want them back.

"Y/N, I just wanted to let you know that I-"

You hung up.

...

The drive to the Pizza Plex was short. Unlike other days, the streets were reasonably quiet - but maybe that was because it was too early in the morning for most people to be out and about. That was the same for you, too; but you couldn't stand to be in your house any longer. You had to get out, get moving, free your mind of Morgan. Which you hadn't been able to do for the entire year you were apart.

Morgan was the person you had been in your first and only relationship with. You had been together, happily, for a long while. He'd been your safe place. Things had ended very badly. You gripped at your steering wheel, clenching your jaw together. You didn't like to think of them, but you always found yourself doing it.

Your pulled your car into a screeching stop, smoke flying from the exhaust pipe. Quickly, you looked at yourself in the mirror - yes, there were bags under your eyes, yes, you had no makeup on, yes, you had the mood of a soggy sandwich, but that didn't mean you weren't going to walk into the Pizza Plex with the confidence of royalty and go straight to Bonnie. He, of all people, wouldn't judge you for looking like a pile of trash.

So you slung your tote bag over your shoulder and marched towards the Pizza Plex, raking your hand through your hair as you went. Hopefully Bonnie would be up and about - this was the earliest you'd ever come to the Pizza Plex, and maybe he wouldn't even be let out of his room at this time. You flexed your fingers, the bright LED lights above guiding you to the Bowling Alley.

"Bonnie! It's Y/N!" You sighed, rubbing your arm. Morgan still wouldn't leave your mind - why had they called you, out of the blue? It was weird and you couldn't shake the feeling that they were going to snake their way back into your life and break your heart again.

"Y/N! You've come so early!" Bonnie poked his head around the corner of the Arcade room, beaming and waving. Instantly, your heart melted, and you did your best to grin back at him - but you knew it looked more like a grimace.

Bonnie's sweet expression morphed into a frown. "Y/N... are you okay?" He took a few delicate steps towards you, taking your hand and rubbing it tenderly. "You look awful - like you've just witnessed a cat being run over."

You chuckled despite yourself. "I really look that bad without contour?" You offered Bonnie a weak smile.

Bonnie squeezed your hand, "No! Of course not. You look so... sad." He didn't press anymore. But even so, you felt... touched. Touched that Bonnie was genuinely worried about you. You squeezed Bonnie's hand back, and leant your head against his chest. He squeaked, like he always did, but didn't shy away.

"We don't have to talk about it." You said after a while. It was nice, having Bonnie close to you. It was different that yesterday - when he'd twirled you to his side, it had been... you didn't know how to describe it. But this, right now, was just warm and comforting.

Bonnie wrapped his arm around you. Every movement was soft and gentle.
"If you don't want to, we don't have to." Bonnie said into your skin, "its alright." He turned and put his hands on your shoulders, crouching down to meet your eyes.

"Hey, Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you like me to do your makeup?"

...

Somehow, it didn't suprise you how safe you felt around Bonnie. He had only ever showed you kindness, made you laugh and had treated you like a person, not some faceless coworker. With he soft sound of Bille Boss Nova floating around in the background, you couldn't felt more calm as Bonnie applied some eyeliner over your eyelids with such still, steady hands it was almost inhuman (you quickly remembered that Bonnie wasn't, infact, human, and mentally face-palmed).

"You know, you're actually really good at bowling." Bonnie mused, his forehead scrunched in concentration, "are you sure that 'hospital story wasn't a slight exaggeration?"

You scoffed, "it was not. I can still remember pissing myself thinking I was gonna be put in prison at twelve years old." Bonnie's nose twitched as he held back a smile, and your heart practically exploded because that was the cutest thing in the world.

You cracked your knuckles as silence settled between you. As your mind drifted, you thought of Morgan. Again, and again.

"Y/N~" Bonnie blinked and stopped his careful strokes of eyeliner, "Your making that face again." His metal gleamed in the faint orange glow of the room.

"Sorry." You broke your gaze away from your yellowing shoes and looked up at Bonnie, "I have a lot on my mind."

The animatronic opened his mouth to say something, but quickly shut it again, obviously thinking better of it.

Of course, you noticed. "What is it?" You leaned forward on your stool, eager to talk about something else.

Bonnie swallowed, "It's nothing. You already have a lot on your plate, and I - well, I don't want to add to it in any way."

"It's fine," you said, "you can tell me."

But Bonnie still hesitated, biting his lip. His ears fell over to the tip of his nose like they always tended to do, and he lay down his eyeliner picked up his mascara.
"Remember Monty?"

You sucked on your teeth. Yes, you definitely remembered Monty. Infact, he'd been on your mind almost as much as Morgan had been; but for better reasons. Now that you'd been able to reflect on that whole situation a few days ago, the only feeling that it left you with was a sense of curiosity. Monty had been acting a little strange. Who would just randomly come up to a stranger and pin them against the wall? Not any mentally okay person you knew.

You hummed in response, fluttering your eyes close as Bonnie softly curled your lashes.

"Well... he was talking to me yesterday. Actually sought me out, and that in itself is weird, but then he asked to talk to you."

You were silent for a moment. What could that mean? Did he want to talk it out? Apologize? The uncertainty made you nervous.

"What? Was he too intimated by my obvious superiority to seek me out in person?" Bonnie's eyes twinkled, but his serious expression didn't change.

"I still haven't forgiven Monty, you know." Bonnie set his jaw, "what he did was... not something you can brush of easily. I... I don't want you to get hurt." He looked away, a soft red blush to his cheeks. "If anything bad happens, come straight to me, okay?"

So this was even more touching. The fact that Bonnie wanted to... protect you? Did he really care that much about you? Your ears burned.

"Of course, Bonnie." You said softly, wanting nothing more than to give the animatronic a hug.

Finally, Bonnie stood back and put his hands on his hips, suppressing a beam of pride. You glanced at the mirror and gasped - it was beautiful. So intricate but refined. And in suited your uniform perfectly.

Only when Bonnie crouched down beside you did you realize that you and Bonnie had matching makeup.

"Might be a little cringey, but, um - I like it. I hope you do, too." Bonnie chuckled nervously, a deep blush splashing over his face.

You did nothing but grin stupidly, putting your hands behind your head and leaning back in your chair to hide your own red-tinted cheeks.

When the Pizza Plex finally opened, and the rush of kids streamed in, you're restless mind finally landed on Bonnie. You realized, with more than a little smile on your face, that Bonnie was becoming your new safe place.

And Morgan would be left in the past.

A/N okay so I don't like this chapter-
Idk. Something about it just doesn't flow right to me. So if you read this and come back to see that it has changed, that's why.

Anyways, I'm still on holiday so I won't be able to complete that Bonnie art for a while 😭. But as soon as I come home I'll get straight to working on it!