Tales From the Past: Withered Bonnie pt 1

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!DISCLAMER! This is a fan-story about Withered Bonnie, and later on it will have violence, but not graphic. If you don't like suspension, then you shouldn't read the later chapters. If you have automatonophobia (a fear of animatronics), then don't read this story. If you feel like this doesn't fit the community guidelines, please tell me before you report it, and I'll take it down. Or tell me what part, so I can change it since I do work hard on these, thanks! "Run Jeremy!" Sweat trickled down Mark's forehead, trying to stop the rabid beast. The robot was too strong for him to handle. Bonnie's eyes lit up with a ruby red, illuminating Mark's face. Beep! Beep! Beep! Bee-. Silence re-entered the room. "Today is the day." He felt like he should be excited, but he wasn't. As he walked down the stairs, practically all of them made a sound, like usual. When he blinked, his eyes stuck together. He could barely live in his house. Hopping from job to job, not making that much money. But today, it was time for a new one. He sat down with his bowl of cereal, the most boring type ever, Corn Flakes. As put his metal spoon in the bowl, it made an awful scraping noise. Mark quickly dropped the spoon and covered his ears. He rinsed the spoon off and continued to eat. After that, he got dressed and ready for work. He grabbed his keys and opened the front door. His cat, Ninja, looked up at him with her gleaming green eyes. Mark just couldn't resist petting her before he left, "Bye Ninja" his black hair matched her fur. Mark left with a smile on his face. (Time skip!) When he arrived, the parking lot was completely empty, except for two other cars, one was grey, and the other was red. When he got out of his car, he had to lock it manually. His key got stuck in the lock. He pulled hard, then THUD! Right on his tailbone, what a great place to start the day! As he stood up, he kept rubbing his tailbone, it hurt. He walked to the big glass doors, they were locked, but he saw that some of the lights were on. He formed his hand into a fist and gave the wodden part of the door a bang. A man with blonde hair walked up to the door, pulled out a pair of shiny keys and unlocked the door. The hinges creaked and Mark covered his ears. "Sorry man," the blond guy said, "these doors aren't even that old, I should probably change the hinges before this place opens." He looked up at the door. Mark just stood there. "Um, you can come inside." The man said. "Oh yeah, sorry." Mark responded. "I'm Jeremy, by the way. What's your name?" Jeremy held out his peachy hand. "I'm Mark." He shook his hand. Jeremy started walking down the hall, jingling the keys in his hand, tink, tink, tink. "So, Mark," Jeremy broke the awkward silence, "have you met Henry yet? He's the only other one here, he's hard to miss." "No, but when I called, I think I was talking to him. He sure didn't sound like you." He scratched the back of his neck. The shiny silver stars that were dangling from the celling hit Mark's head as he walked through them. His sneakers make a squeaking sound on the black-and-white checkered tile floor. He looked down at his shoes, they were falling apart. There were doors to left and right of Mark. On the right of each door, there was a label that read "Private Party room 1", "Private Party room 2", and so on. One door specifically caught his eye when he saw a shadowy figure going inside. "Does that usually happen?" His voice cracked, and he rubbed his throat. "Does what usually happen?" Jermey sounded confused, he wasn't given any context. "The door-- never mind, it's nothing." Mark decided to brush it off. A man wearing overalls and a yellow shirt sat in a swivel chair. "You must be Mark." his voice was deep, and comforting. It reminded Mark of his father's voice. Mark walked to him. "I'm Henry." he stood up and held his right hand out. "I'm Mark, well, I guess you already knew that, didn't you." He chuckled nervously. Mark took his hand and shook it; his palms were sweaty. Mark sat, and Jeremy did the same. Jeremy took the clipboard and a pen off of the table. He started to click the pen over and over. "Jeremy," Henry said. He then stopped clicking the pen. "thank you." Henry looked back to Mark and started speaking, "I'm going to ask you questions, and you will answer with the truth." "Yes sir." "Starting," Henry clicked a button on the cassette tape player, "now. So, Mark, when did you get interested in this job?" "When I saw it was close by, I've been struggling to live. I can never stay in a job, I get fired." "Next question, have you had any experience with tools and building with metal?" "Yes, sir. I've worked as an auto technician." "Are you afraid of the dark?" "No, sir." "Do you do well under pressure?" "It depends, under little pressure, yes. Under a lot of pressure, no." "Last question, Do you work well with people?" "Yes, sir. I can be awkward, but overall, I'm good with people." "Thank you Mark for your time."