Tales From the Past: Withered Bonnie pt 2

Instructions

!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! "Thank you Mark for your time." Marks palms started to get sweaty, and his chest tightened. It made it hard for him to breathe. "You can go home now, Mark." Henry said, his tone stayed the same throughout his words. "Thank you. It was very nice to meet both of you." He started to walk back through the wide hallway. "This place is freaky." He mumbled under his breath. At the end of the hallway, red eyes caught his attention. Mark looked to his left and saw a door labeled "Parts and Service". "Curiosity killed the cat," Mark recited the saying, then turned away from the door, "but I'm not a cat!" He quickly faced back to the door and peeked inside. "Hello?" His voice echoed in the room. When he stepped inside, the door shut quietly behind him. The room was pitch black; the red eyes no longer gleaming. Mark took a step further, his shoe curled over a cylinder shape, and he fell on his tush. The object was a black flashlight with a Toy Freddy logo. Mark clicked the button. No light. He hit the top on the palm of his hand. The light flickered dimly. *I'd rather have dim light than no light* Mark thought. Inside the room were multiple animatronics, they didn't look like the ones from Chuck E Cheese. The matted fur was dirty and felt oily. The animal robots in the room were a brown bear, a red fox, a yellow chicken, and an indigo rabbit. The 6-foot rabbit gave him the chills. When Mark was 8 years old, he went to a petting zoo with his mom and dad, there was a bunny exhibit. You could pet them (obviously), play with them, and feed them. Mark had a very bad experience with carrots and rabbits. The rabbit who he felt a connection to, had white fur--as white as snow-- and red eyes that shimmered in the sunlight. When Mark pet it, he was kind to him. When he threw the small blue ball, he was nice. But for some strange reason, when mark held out the orange carrot, the rabbit bit his hand so hard that he needed stitches! After all these years, Mark still had a fear of rabbits. He could've sworn that he saw another Freddy in the room, but maybe he was just tired. The longer he was in Parts and Service, the more he felt that he wanted to leave the job and find a new one. *You can't do that* Mark argued with himself. As he set his hand on the cold, metal doorhandle, he heard a thumping noise. Behind him, the red eyes were back! Mark tried opening the door, but it had stuck, making him panic. Finaly, whatever was holding the door shut had gave in. Mark didn't hesitate to slam the door. The whirring of the robotic parts had quieted, then stopped completely. The image of the animatronics flashed in his head. It wasn't just dirt on the fur, it was also- no, it couldn't be. Was he stuck in this hellish place forever? That was the question running through his mind over and over again. The rabbit from the petting zoo 13 years ago had the same red eyes as the animatronic, that was strange. Mark sat in front of the Parts and Service door for a solid 5 minutes. The cold tiles soothed him after what had just happened. Now he was calm and ready to leave. It was still the morning, so a lot more was waiting for him at home. He got in his grey-ish green 1987 Buick Regal. He'd been saving up money for a brand-new car because his old one was literally falling apart! But he couldn't fix it, even with his experience as an auto technician. The car turned on nicely and the engine was loud, but not too loud. The tan seats had lots of black fur on it --thanks Ninja-- but Mark liked it. The way the car moved on the pavement was continuous. He was very pleased with his financial decisions. The drive home was short, it would probably take around 15-20 minutes to walk. Mark also enjoyed rolling the windows down to have to have the air hit his face, it made him feel good. As he exited his car, he realized how much the tan paint on his house was peeling. The thought of re-painting his house was stuck in his head, but he couldn't afford all the paint, so he just let the paint peel. The windows were dirty, but they probably wouldn't be too hard to clean. The driveway was very uneven, and Mark tripped on it a lot. When he opened the door, Ninja greeted him by rubbing herself against his leg. She was probably just hungry. Her tail was waving around as Mark scooped her food and dumped it in her bowl. Every other day, he'd put a little bit of milk in her water bowl--without the water of course--even though he knew that cats shouldn't have milk.