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Withered Bonnie (Five Nights At Freddy’s 2)

“I shouldn’t have taken this damn job…” you muttered to yourself as you flickered between cameras whilst occasionally winding the music box for the marionette.

It was no wonder previous night guards quit after the 1st week, you thought, these animatronics can be relentless, especially the withereds.

Some of them can still be fooled by the freddy masks, but you have to be quicker to wear it for them, but for Foxy you couldn’t and that’s for another story.

Slipping the mask on again as you saw Toy Bonnie and Balloon Boy in the vents, you heaved as you noticed the alarm for when the music box was running out in the Marionette’s.

After both animatronics left, you immediately slipped the freddy mask off and opened the tablet to wind the music box, forgetting any other thing but to wind that thing back up.

You didn’t even realize the animatronic before you until you brought the tablet down and was faced with the large, withered bunny.

Instinctively slipping the freddy mask on, Bonnie could only tilt his head to the side, already knowing who you were and going for the move.

“Fuck,” you cursed before his unshelled claw came at you. The force caused the freddy mask to drop from your face, revealing the night guard that you are to the withered.

It then echoed in your head the words the man on the phone had mentioned to you one night.

“Be careful with the withereds, especially Foxy and Bonnie… They tend to be a bit more aggressive by the previous night guards’ standards…”

The words echoed in your head.

Aggressive.

You’re going to die by this animatronic.

You awaited your death, but nothing came, only the sound of your breathing, the sparking of wires that presumably came from Bonnie, and the whirring of gears and mechanical parts.

But Bonnie was staring at you as he held you by the collar of your uniform.

Suddenly, you heard the rushing of metal steps towards the office and you were absolutely sure who it could be.

Foxy.

But as you thought this would be your complete demise, Bonnie did something you never would’ve expected from a withered, an animatronic meant for spare parts.

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“Night guard!” Foxy screeched, approaching you and Bonnie at its max speed.

Just then, Bonnie dropped you and went in front of Foxy’s path, abruptly stopping Foxy in his tracks which caused the animatronic to snap at the bunny.

“Just what are you doing?!” Foxy roared, surprising you. They can talk?? And actually converse with each other?

But Bonnie stayed silent, but remained blocking Foxy who snarled at the resistance.

Meanwhile, you just watched the two withereds.

You then suddenly remembered the music box once again and scrambled towards the tablet. While this, Bonnie and Foxy turned towards you as you attempted to wind the music box for Marionette, who was incredibly close from leaving its box.

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After some time, Foxy stands down, leaving you with the withered bunny yet again.

You just stared at the animatronic. Unaware of what to do.

“... Hello?” you started, wondering if the animatronic is even on at this point, but it was soon answered as the animatronic jerk forward, leaning towards the office desk.

The bunny stared—or what you would think as him staring—servo placing itself on the desk, exposed wires sparking at the movement.

He continued to stare until you noticed the red dots in what was his endoskeleton flickering before his head lowered.

Was he malfunctioning? Was that why he prevented Foxy, so I could help him?

Mentally slapping yourself at the thought, you remain unmoving at the chair, eyes flickering occasionally to the tablet if Marionette’s music box is still going.

Bonnie moved once again, head raising to look—what you thought as looking—at you, a glitched and broken voice echoed from him.

“... Fix…” Bonnie echoed out.

“Fix? What do you mean?” you asked, unable to piece what the bunny wanted or needed.

His hand then jerked forward, pointing at you then at himself.

Was he… Was he asking for you to fix him?

“You… Want me to repair you?” you asked, Bonnie nodded in return, which you understood, “But… What do you need fixing?” you asked.

Surely, Bonnie wouldn’t ask to give him a new arm and a face plate…

But, luckily, he didn’t. He, instead, pointed at his torso, where the sparks came from earlier, then at his joints.

You slowly took in what he meant.

“You want me to repair what’s causing the sparks and help you with the movement?” you asked, finally understanding what he fully needed.

The bunny lit up at your words, nodding that it was what he needed help with.

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“One wrong move and you’re done for, night guard…” you could hear Foxy threaten you, his hook glinting and pointing towards your way as you looked within Bonnie’s endoskeleton to look for the things that needed fixing.

You didn’t respond, but Bonnie did, under his glitching voice.

“... Shut—Up, Fo—xy…” the bunny retorted, turning his head towards the fox before back at you, seemingly taking in the focused look in your face.

It wasn’t long until you had found what needed to be repaired and it didn’t take a while either for you to fix it up.

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After a little while, you hear Foxy leave, leaving you with Bonnie as you check every joint that might need some help with mobility.

Just then, Bonnie spoke to you.

“You’re good—at this, night—guard…” Bonnie said, head following your every move while you shook your head, rejecting the compliment.

“It’s no big deal… Just some exposed and broken wires, and rust for the joints…” you explained, doing whatever is deemed necessary to help with his movement.

Bonnie didn’t respond after, just continued looking—what you thought was looking—as you worked.

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“There, all done,” you huffed, finished repairing what he asked of you.

It was then Bonnie stood up, checking the work through his movement before turning back to you.

“—Thanks…” he said and you nodded in return, unaware of what he had in mind now.

“Uhuh, just be aware of the rust… You guys are metal after all-” you replied before you were suddenly interrupted by the feeling of the bunny wrapping its arm around your figure.

You practically froze, thinking he might want to end you until you felt the front of his jaw—the thing only left of his face—pressed against the top of your head before letting you go and left, probably back into the Parts and Service room.

Meanwhile, your mind rushed as you tried interpreting what could possibly be the meaning of the action.

But you knew, deep down, what it meant.

Maybe the next night, he might give you more of an answer to this.

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Lake Wagner (Together Again: A Lake’s Funland Story)

You knew you’re not supposed to be in here, especially when the animatronics of the establishment are now after you. You don’t even work here either, just there for the sake of a favor a young friend of yours had asked.

Ashley, the said friend, had asked you to cover for her shift for the following days due to what seemed to be her preparation days for an exam.

You didn’t know what type of exam, or what subjects do exams in the middle of a quarterly period.

All Ashley explained is that, for the favor you own her, you have to take at least one of her night shifts. And if it's fine by you, take some of the other.

“First shift isn’t negotiable, you can choose the rest,” Ashley argued before begging you to take this one shift for the favor you two have.

And so, here you are, unaware of what to do and what to be cautious for. Thankfully, Ashley did let you know some things you need to know regarding the animatronics.

Lure Haiden Bonanza away using audio alongside Chick the Bird, turn off the office lights whenever Alex Graham and Jon Kun enter, and the tape recording for Alice Wagner. It was also a good thing Ashley showed what each animatronic looked like as you cannot just base from their names alone and guess who’s who.

But then, there’s Lake Wagner.

“You have to make sure to flash the lights on him before he enters the office…” Ashley warned, not sure if she’s making things way more scarier or not.

Nodding, you sighed out as you agreed to help her about the night shifts.

But with how her research case connects to the same establishment, you think you’re bound to die tonight.

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“Shit, fuck- Dammit…” you cursed, flickering between the cameras and turning off the office lights just in time before any of the animatronics could see you.

There already had been a time where you were almost unable to manage the tape on Alice’s stage, barely dodging death there.

You kept muttering what to do for each animatronic, making sure to remember who’s who and what to do with them to prevent attacking you or entering the office.

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You thought you might actually survive, until this happened…

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You scrambled to turn the lights back on and checked on Alice before managing the tape recorder once again so she would notice and turn on.

Oh, but you forgot to check on someone. Lake.

“Fuck,” cursing before the device was ripped from your grasps and across the office floor, revealing Lake who have seemed to halt in his movements upon attempting to recognize your face, someone who isn’t the first target, Ashley.

“You’re not Ashley…” Lake spoke out, surprising you with his voice. Is this his AI or…?

“What the…” you muttered, unsure of what to do. Should you make a run for it? Do you accept your faith or wait it out?

You soon considered the latter when another animatronic entered the office.

“Lake? What are you doing?” you see Chick enter, asking Lake who turned away from you to answer the other animatronic.

“This isn’t Ashley…” Lake uttered out, glancing towards your way for a second before another set of footsteps could be heard. This time, from the vents.

“Does it even matter?” Jon appeared from vents as he spoke out, closing in on the table that separated them from Lake and you.

So, you are dying tonight, huh.

Despite your inner voice telling you not to, you asked something.

“What do you want from Ashley? Leave the kid alone…” you said, backing up against the wall behind you.

They all turned to you, silent before Lake huffed, “That… Is none of your concern…” he threatened before glancing back to—what you assumed from the establishment—his crew.

“Everyone. Leave… I’ll handle this one…” he ordered and you can only awkwardly chuckle.

He’s so killing you.

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Or so you thought.

“How the fuck did you know I’m a mechanic?” Mechanic was the more broader name, but you were more of a-

“Robotics technician, then?” Lake responded. Okay, at least he—somehow—knows.

“Okay… But that doesn’t answer how you know…” you replied, unexpectedly retorting as if this animatronic of a man didn’t just attempt to off you of your life moments prior.

“You look like it,” he responded, confusing you further.

“What the fuck does that even mean…?” you could only ask before you noticed Lake twitch uncontrollably, spark coming out between his metal parts, Lake—brokenly—groaning in the process.

“Fuck… Is that why you kept me alive…?” you asked, huffing at the thought. But, hey, at least you get to live for a little bit more.

Lake groaned as if attempting to reign over what just happened.

“Yes…” he admitted, glancing back at you.

Shit, looks like you have no choice.

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“Seriously… The wirings and parts are all worn down…” you muttered, checking whatever you can notice through the gaps between the metal parts.

You knew you shouldn’t be doing this, you know it. Repairing the very thing that will kill you sooner than later, but here you are, doing exactly that.

But hey, at least Lake ‘assured’ you that he wouldn’t kill you while the repairs are happening, unless you were to do something ridiculous.

Huffing you shook your head, “I have to remove the plating to do anything,” you said, pointing at his torso area. Lake huffed, but to fix himself, he had to, and so gave you the go to remove the plating.

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During the work, you couldn’t help but jab things his way.

“Don’t you guys have any technicians to help you guys?” you asked, focused on the work at hand.

Lake just glanced at you before looking away, muttering something along the lines of “you talk too much…”

Okay, rude.

But it wasn’t until a few more repairs later did he answer your question.

“They wouldn’t look further…” Lake uttered, gaze somewhere else, a memory from Ashley rewinding in your mind.

The missing children and that missing teenager… Right.

Huffing, you tried lightening the mood, “They’re scared or something?” you asked, but Lake didn’t say anything in return.

And soon enough, you repaired whatever needs repairing in Lake’s system. You soon placed the metal plating back and stepped back as Lake started moving again.

He looked at you for a moment before assessing his own self.

“Did good… Thanks and good luck,” he suddenly said, barely looking your way.

You first took in the appreciation until he said ‘good luck’.

“Wait, what do you mean ‘good lu-” but before you could ask, the alarm in the office went off, meaning that it was now 6AM. Turning back towards Lake, but he was already gone, probably to go back on the stage for the day.

Good luck…

Did that mean that he… Purposely did that so you could survive??

The thought dawned on you, you placed both your hands on your face and cursed.

“Fuck!”

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“Wait, what??” Ashley spoke, now somewhere but the funland as you explained what just happened last night.

“That isn’t normal, is it?” you asked Ashley, noticing her shock, who shook her head, “No! They wanted to kill me and make me a part of them, I think!” she replied, further making your thoughts run wild.

Sighing, you slumped back, facing the sky above.

You weren’t sure what to do now… You can continue filling in Ashley’s shifts until the week ends, or never go near that establishment ever again.

But what about Lake? Something told you it was on purpose, but on the other hand, he actually planned to kill you after repairing him, but unable to as it hits 6AM, yet that doesn’t explain why he suddenly left by the time you turned back to him.

So many thoughts, so many questions, and only he could answer them if he allows it and doesn’t kill you.

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》 Archiver's Notes: Fought hell thinking I might get shit writing this because I thought Lake Wagner falls under the category that the animatronic is possessed by a kid/minor and therefore is a minor/kid until I looked further into the information about him. He’s canonically 28, thank fuck. But do mention me if the creator does not want their characters being written into fanfiction. For Withered Bonnie however, I don’t know how to explain his part as it is canon that he is only for spare parts and spare parts alone along with the other withereds. :3