#dataghosts

His hand, pressed against the cold steel of the office door, curled into a fist. He didn't want to deal with ghosts, not right now.

"Or maybe you wish you'd forget."

He grit his teeth and forced himself to turn around, to face the shaky, distorted image in his memory.

The smaller rabbit- shiny blue plastic dulled in his mind's eye- stared up at Bonnie, eyes blank in a way Bonnie had never seen before. Time over time, when he saw any of them, they always looked different. Distorted. Unreal.

Dead.

It was just his imagination, Bonnie knew. Guilt and anger mixed with knowledge and time twisting the image of his friends- dataghosts seeping out of his memories, misplacing those twisted images in his new home.

Blue had never looked so dead before, and Bonnie knew he would look even more so next time.

He turned away, back to the door protecting the monster inside.

"Yeah. I do," he said simply, hand sliding away from the door. "You're dead. Leave me alone."

"Are we though?" Blue- no, the twisted memory of Blue- laughed and Bonnie scowled. "Maybe you're keeping us alive. Trapping us here. Maybe we're not even dead. Maybe we're sitting, deactivated, in storage, left to rot like that old golden bear."

A touch on his shoulder. Bonnie tensed and pulled away, forcing his feet to take him down the hallway.

"Dying for nothing isn't fun," Blue's voice echoed after him, but the ghost didn't follow. "We killed so you wouldn't have to."

"We kill because you killed," Bonnie growled, slamming the closet door shut. "You got the wrong guy."

"And if we were alive," and now he was on the other side of the door, "we could tell you exactly who we went for."

It's just a delusion, Bonnie reminded himself. It wasn't really there.

"If I were a real ghost, I could tell you."

"You're just data that's gone out of place," Bonnie said softly, glaring up at the camera when its light flashed on. "You can't do anything. Leave."

"You're the only one who can make me leave," not-Blue reminded him. "I can't make that choice.