bonnie ⇢ marionette ⇢ mangle
Confusing, frightening situations did not do the same for Bonnie anymore. While fear may be on Mangle’s mind, or perhaps even the Marionette’s (for Bonnie did not think the Marionette liked it when they had no power in a situation), Bonnie’s string emitted his calmness in it all. The boy within had given him enough feeling to know a pain and rebirth much more frightening than this.
The discarded anamatroic buzzed as it turned it’s head to meet the other’s gazes. While he himself did not feel the emotions from the strings, the boy was more than happy to pass it on, to give Bonnie a feeling of what it could feel like if he were employed the same bits and parts as an organic.
If someone was trying to scare them, well… they would have to try harder, Bonnie thought as he moved towards Mangle, his body heaving and moving in broken stutters. He brushed past the Marionette if only because he felt like that being would be of little help; the situation was out of all of their control and the Marionette was only good at pulling strings the being knew (and had set up.)
His old body creaked as he went onto his knees, resting a hand on Mangle’s plastic cheek. It was a caring gesture, his concern bubbling through the string as the boy’s little invisible ghost peered out from the back of his mouth.
“.-. / ..- / —- -.-?” Came the soft wheezes of air from his core before he stood up, making eye contact with the Puppet. “.-. / ..-?”
∫ℴμℓℓℯşş incarnation creaking ball and joint
into distorted locomotion, a spasm of plastic
muscle urging its usual stillness into action for
sake of advancement. It shifted form, retaining
its perpetual glee and tracks of T E A R S
purple staining its countenance but all the while
drifting on smogs of fuschia: elongated limbs
enclosed in sleeves and threads reaching for its
mask. It held together by string, as its namesake
and previous exploits suggested, lacing it through
those vulnerable to its influence.
D̡̼̦͜ ̳̲̗̟e͉͎̙̥ ̡̻̬͉s͇̺̞̫ ͇͖̰͓p͚̥̪̞ ̡̹͇͖ą̧̳̗ ͙̖̻̰į͍̤͔ ̡̠̰ͅr͓̲̙͙ ͕͚̳̙į͕̪ͅ ̡̗͇͜n̲͇̼̝ ̜͎̙͍g̡̻͖̫ souls
in need of a port, and it guided them to a
skewed definition.
Touch elicited a twitch of its head, like video on
lagged playback, and slowly did it repay this with
a pivot of its heed, empty sockets fixed on the mass
of whirring cog and steel coated in faux fur that
passed it by.
Bonnie the Bunny
a l i f e
The significance of its gesture toward the other was
irrelevant, and the simper that creviced its features
widened to further dominate—-
a question barely warranting an answer.
[ thiS is a Ģ̯̯ͅ ̻̞̦̥A̳̬͖̱ ͈̤͚͚M̧̧̲͖ ̲̞̭͉E̹̖͇̮ ! ]
it told its friends!
And games had p r i z e s.
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