#animatronica

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Spring Bonnie could hear something. The faint sound of a electric guitar, breaking in and out of the silence.

There were voices. Ones that he could not make out the words of, but they were still there. More than one, and two, and maybe three.

They were subtly familiar, but he could not hear Fredbear. Maybe they were staying quiet? They must have come for him. They were finally rescuing from this state he was trapped in.

He felt a pain surge through his endoskeleton, and suddenly he could see again, the haunting electric blue disappearing in blocky segments.

Spring Bonnie fell to his knees, hunching over as he tried to get used to suddenly having his body back to himself. Gradually, everything felt normal again, his hands turning into fists on the ground, bright blades of grass catching in his grasp as his fingers curled tightly.

He felt stunned, unsure of what had just happened to himself, the memory of the cave rapidly flickering out of existence from his mind. He could only recall approaching the cave now, but he knew something terrifying had occurred.

"Fred-" Raising his head abruptly, his eyes grew wide as the bear in front turned out to be brown, not the yellow that he had been expecting. "Where's..."

The bear approached him, holding their hand out to the fallen animatronic.

Disheartened, but doing his best to appear grateful, Spring Bonnie accepted the hand, letting them help him up.