A New Start

“SKREEEEE-EEE-EEE-EEEE!”

Toy Bonnie ran at Scott, arms stretched out towards the man. Now panicking, Scott shouted and pulled the house phone dock out of the wall. He held it up to his face and bolted his eyes shut as he prepared for the inevitable. He could hear the animatron's footsteps as it drew in for the kill...

Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump... thump... thump-thump.

Seconds passed before Scott slowly, cautiously, carefully opened an eye upon the realization that... He wasn't dead! ...Not yet, at least! He slowly lowered his patented and impenetrable Dock Shield so's to at least get a look at his would-be murderer, both confused and relieved that he hadn't been iced yet.

Toy Bonnie, meanwhile, stared at Scott with an almost curious expression, wondering what had gotten the person so riled up. All he did was make his way into the room! Sure, he might've messed up the door a little... But, it was locked! And he had to get inside!His eyes drifted up and down Scott's form as he made sure that the person before him was, in fact, a person. Not an endoskeleton. A person. Triumphant, Toy Bonnie's gaze darted to Scott's face as he prepared to make his case. He inaudibly gasped, however, as his facial recognition software kicked in. He squinted, getting a good look at the sweating human's face. This... This person wasn't just a person, he was a predator! And, pizzeria or not, it was Toy Bonnie's duty to protect the children!

And the 911 operator, meanwhile, hung up under the impression that this was all some elaborate and terrible prank.

Scott shouted as Toy Bonnie grabbed his shoulders and began pulling. He fought against the animatronic as he was pulled toward the bedroom door. Realizing that this was not a fight he was going to win, he tried to think of something that would save himself from whatever the bot had planned. His answer came in the form of the phone dock still in his hands.

He dug his heels into the floor, put the dock to Toy Bonnie's chest, and pushed with all his might, trying his best to shove the bot away from him. All that made the animatron do, however, was stop walking. Toy Bonnie stood still and steady, struggling to pull the “predator” along. This stalemate lasted for a few moments until the bot's fingers finally slipped. Toy Bonnie stumbled back and fell down whilst Scott nearly did the same. Toy Bonnie glowered at a bewildered Scott as they both took a moment to recover. Once he was back on his feet, Toy Bonnie made a lunge!

Whap!

Scott closed his eyes as he swung the phone dock. He winced at the terrible noise resulting from the large plastic object hitting the side of the animatron's face. He couldn't believe that it had come to this... Scott Canton, longtime Fazbear Fan, having to hit one of his favorite characters square in the face...

Then again, who knows what that character would've done to him?

Scott watched as Toy Bonnie stumbled to the side and hit the wall, thrown off course by the blow to the face. Dazed, the rabbit backed up and shook his head as he recovered from that unexpected blow. The animatron then slowly returned his gaze to the man, his hand on the side of his head where he was struck. For the first time all night, the animatronic actually managed to say something.

“...ZrxthzzzzzxxzzxthyyyYYou'll pay for that, predator scum!”, Toy Bonnie shouted as his voice box finally began to work, probably a result of the bot getting knocked around like that. He lunged again, meeting a similar result to before.

Whap!

Once again, and much harder this time, Scott hit Toy Bonnie with the phone dock. The plastic box had had enough, and shattered in Scott's hands. However, that wasn't what got his attention.

As a result of that last blow, Toy Bonnie was completely and thoroughly dazed. He stumbled and stepped back as his vision began to tear. He put his hands to the sides of his head as his entire form began to twitch madly. Conflict upon conflict flared up in his central processor as a specific few lines of code, entered ten whole years ago, began to fragment and conflict with the rest of his programming. These were the very lines of code that had caused such an 'issue' all those years ago. Toy Bonnie's vision soon tore apart completely and turned a deep shade of purple before, finally, he fell. Unable to process so much at once, he had automatically shut off.

And, it was over.

Scott sighed, stepping back and leaning on the wall behind him. Somehow, hearing the animatronic speak like that made the man all the more fearful. He knew that all of the bots had sophisticated AI and, like most animatronics, had recorded lines they could play. However, he was pretty sure that that wasn't one of those lines... Plus, there was that... scene he just witnessed. Now, he wasn't sure whether he had completely broken one of the animatronics he had spent so much money on! And his favorite character too!

This was the part where he beat himself up for it.

Agh, I shouldn't have hit 'im so hard!, he shouted to himself. Maybe I could've-- Maybe I could've convinced him to stop! Or maybe I couldn't've... Maybe I... Ugh...

Scott put his hands to his face, both frustrated and grief-stricken by the loss of his “friend”. In fact, he almost seemed ready to cry. That is, until...

“...What're you doing?”

Scott flinched from the voice, quickly removing his hands from his face. If he had any more space with which to back up, he'd surely be utilizing it right now, because...

Toy Bonnie had gotten up.

Finding nothing else with which to defend himself, Scott held up the fragments of the phone dock in front of his face as the animatronic slowly approached him. He must've been so caught up in his own self-pity that he didn't notice the bot getting up! And now, now, he'll experience a replay of before! Only this time, he won't have anything to defend himself with!

Scott closed his eyes and tensed up as he felt Toy Bonnie grasp his arms. He whimpered, fully expecting the feeling of being pulled toward the door. Then, being dragged across the floor. Then, finally, being put into a mascot suit. ...Even though he's fairly sure he doesn't own any suits.

Regardless, all he felt was the animatronic shaking his arms.

“Hey, pal! I asked you a question! Are you okay? Y'seem really shaken! What happened?!”

Now, Scott was confused. Very confused. He slowly unbolted his eyelids, gazing at the metal-plastic rabbit that he was fighting only a few moments ago. Now, that very same metal-plastic rabbit was... asking if he was alright?

“....Wh--... What h-happened?...”, Scott weakly repeated. He was baffled, scared, and most of all – tired.

“Yeah, what happened? You look like you've been through a lot!”, Toy Bonnie observed, turning a bit. He noted the shattered phone dock as well as the indent on the wall from where he had hit it, before turning back to Scott. “Say, why don't we get to somewhere safer? It looks like a twister hit this place!”, he said, letting go of one of Scott's arms as he attempted to pull him towards the door. This time, however, Scott quickly pulled himself away from the bot.

“N-No!”, Scott exclaimed, regaining his place near the wall. He puts up his trembling hands, signaling for Toy Bonnie to stay away. “I-I mean... N-No. I-I'm... fine. ...D--... Don't you remember what happened?”, he shakily asked. Toy Bonnie innocently shook his head.

“D-Did I do something?”, the animatronic inquired.

“Y-Yes! Yes, you-- You did. Ugh, gimme a sec...”, Scott replied, putting his fingers to his temples. All of this was giving him a headache... After a few moments, he explained to Toy Bonnie everything that had happened up to that point. The banging, Scott's initial fear of robbery, and everything that happened afterward.

Toy Bonnie leaned just the slightest bit closer, interested, as he listened to the whole thing. Now that Scott had mentioned it, he actually did remember some of what happened... Though, he began to feel especially guilty as Scott reached the end of his explanation.

“Oh, I see...”, he simply said, looking down slightly.

“Yeah...”, Scott replied, rubbing the back of his head.

“...Th-Though – I don't think I was trying to hurt you or anything! I was just trying to figure out, well, what was going on! At least – I was trying to, but then I saw your face, and... And everything sort'a went black for me!”, Toy Bonnie hurriedly explained as he began to remember more and more of what happened. “A-And I don't think my voicebox was working either! The only thing that would come out was some weird, uh, static or something!”

“...Hmm...”, Scott hummed both in thought, and in an effort to suppress a yawn. He wondered whether his acts of self-defense had something to do with Toy Bonnie's sudden change of heart. Before the 'Dock-Shield-Bashening of 1997', Toy Bonnie was a completely different bot! But now... “...wonder if that's got anything to do with it...”, he thought outloud, looking down at the remnants of the phone dock. ...A phone dock he'd have to replace tomorrow...

“Wonder if what's got anything to do with it?”, asked Toy Bonnie, head tilted.

“N-Nothing. Say, I'm gonna get some sleep. Are you alright with that? My night wasn't exactly the most, uh, peaceful, y'know?”, replied Scott. He was way too tired to try and wrap his head around any of this right now... Toy Bonnie nodded.

“Okay, sure!”, answered the animatronic.

And that was Scott's cue to completely let go. After giving a weak thumbs up, he took one step toward the bed and fell onto it as he lost all consciousness.

“W-Wait! You still have to tell me--!...” Toy Bonnie exclaimed, reaching out a hand toward Scott. The man was already snoring, however, even before his face hit the covers. Disappointed, Toy Bonnie retracted his hand. He'd just have to ask tomorrow! That is, if he can find time between his shows to talk to Scott! Though, he wasn't even sure if he'd have shows tomorrow. For that matter, he wasn't even sure if this place was even a pizzeria! ...Plus, wasn't the pizzeria doomed to close down at one point?

Guess I've got all night to think about it!, Toy Bonnie thought as he looked down at Scott's heavily snoring form. Fully content with that idea, the animatronic turned and headed out the bedroom door.

He wondered if this place had a nightguard as well.