Bonnie was sick and tired of being the fifth wheel. He was done with it all. Done with Freddy being called the leader, the name of the franchise. Done with Foxy being called the strongest. Chica was fine, he guessed. She was part of the band and a strong soul, but she didn't really include him, much less help him feel included. Wasn't he always the first to move? The first to attack? What were the nightguards talking about? Couldn't he be strong and fast too? He found a newspaper lying on the guard's desk in the couple of hours when there was no guard on duty and the diner was closed. It was an old newspaper clipping, maybe ten or twelve years old. It was advertising "Help Wanted! Grand Re-opening!" It also showed shiny and creepy versions of the band. That stopped Bonnie's anger for some time. It distracted him, wondering what else he was missing. It brought back half-buried memories, of a black and white clown-type face leaning over him. Of a man dressed in all purple, and a yellow rabbit mask over his face. That single clipping was bringing back so many unrelated memories. Or so he thought.
Sorry for it being so short! I realized I wrote some of this a while back when I was pretty much clueless about FNaF, so I was editing it for some time. -Credits- FNaF- Scott Cawthon Story- @XxLefty-the-GamerxX
