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It's been a long time since I left home. Mom and Dad didn't seem to like me and they forced myself to be kicked out or they would threaten to beat me really bad.

Mom was the one that had a problem with her medicine. She purposely overdosed and had an anger issue and couldn't control herself. Her and I had a strong relationship between each other, but since the drugs came in her life, our relationship had faded.

Dad was the person who already hated me without having something affecting him to be like that towards me. He would always yell at me and force me to do stuff for him or he'll threaten to kill me. I'd always cry and do what he said. I think it was better to survive rather than to be killed.

Since I've been kicked out, I had nowhere to go. I've been wandering the streets, trying to search for a place to stay. Maybe if someone out there is looking for their own child, I would really like that.

I even don't know what love feels like. I've been abused since I was a toddler and around that time, things were really going downhill. Even though I'm still a child, I have never felt love for a while.

What even is love? Does it hurt, like how I had love for the first 2 years and then it turns into hatred? If that is the case, that was exactly my experience with "love."

I heard of this place called Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. I've been there since my birthday as a 4-year-old whenever one of my friend's parents would invite me there, instead of having my abusive parents taking me.

I really liked the animatronics there, especially Bonnie the most. He seemed like an adorable bunny animatronic and he would like to see me a lot. I'd rather enjoy seeing Bonnie than the other animatronics.

I was sitting on a sidewalk next to the street and watched every car go by. Some drivers would stop by to see what was wrong with me, but I never felt the words come out of my mouth.

"Excuse me, young girl? Are you okay?" another voice asks.

I looked up to see a man in his car parked on the side of the road near me.

"Where are your parents?"

"I seem to not have any."

"What is your name?"

"(y/n)." I almost felt myself crying.

"You sure you don't have any, (y/n)?"

"They just hate me. They don't want me at home anymore!"

This man sighed and picked up his phone. "They abuse you?"

At this age, I knew what that word meant. "Yes."

"Then, I'm calling the police, sweetheart."


"If they're beating you to death, they don't deserve being in your home anymore."

"What will the police do?"

"Take them to jail, little girl--where they'll be kept for a certain amount of time."

I never said anything.

As he dials a number, I kept sitting on sidewalk in silence. I heard him talking about my parents and how bad they treat me. Everything he told to someone--whoever was on the phone with him--was true about my parents.

I then had the thought of going to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza to visit Bonnie. I stared at the man for a moment before I got up and ran away from where I was.

It seemed like the man never saw me run off, but I thought seeing my favorite animatronic was better than talking to someone I never knew.

I was already almost halfway to the pizzeria and I was quite shocked how close I was. Turns out, I only walked down one part of the road and the pizzeria was in sight, but I still had to walk a little ways to get there.

I was quickly crossing the street before I got on the side that the pizzeria was on. I begin to walk towards that way and I watched as the cars by me pass me. Some drivers kept looking at me--worried--as more passed by.

I really felt sick to my stomach.

If it weren't for my parents, I wouldn't be in this situation.


I was already in the pizzeria when I was greeted by a woman that worked there. She thought it was strange I'd come in without my parents, but I had told her about what happened at home. She was nice enough to let me go ahead in the party room.

There was no party going on when I entered, but the animatronics were inactive on the stage. I looked at them for a moment before I walked further to them.

"Uh…hi?" My voice sounded shaky.

One of them opened their eyes--Freddy. He looked down at me and smiled.

"Hello, little girl," he said.

"Can you wake Bonnie, please?" I asked him.

"Sure thing." Freddy began to touch Bonnie on the shoulder and he was awaken soon enough.

"What, Freddy?" Bonnie stares at Freddy angrily.

"Look, this girl is here." Freddy was pointing at me.

Bonnie looks down at me and seemed like he was happy to see me. "Hi, (y/n)!"

"Hi, Bonnie!"

"What are you doing here?"

"I just want to visit you."

"How nice of you! Why isn't your parents with you, though?"

"They abuse me." I sighed to myself.

He was silent for a moment. "They abuse you? That's so dumb of them to do that to you!"

"I want to be loved." I really was crying this time.

"Come here, (y/n)." Bonnie carefully sets his guitar down and holds out his arms.

I walk up to him and I felt myself hugging him with his arms around me, too.

"It's alright. You're here with me."

I still had tears rolling down my cheeks.

"I won't let them hurt you."

"I can't go home either."

"Why not?"

"They will hurt me more if I go back."

"I'm sorry," Bonnie whispered.

"We'll leave you be," Freddy said before walking off the stage with Chica.

Bonnie looked at them one last time before letting go of me. "How long have you been abused?"

"For a few years."

"How long were you out of your home?"

"About 3 months."

"Don't you get a little hungry, (y/n)?"

"I had some money to buy me snacks."

"When did you eat last?"

"A week ago."

He gets off the stage and pointed a pizza box at me. "There are 3 slices left. Go ahead and help yourself to them."

I smiled. "You really mean that?"

"Yeah, no one else is eating these slices."

"Thanks, Bonnie!" I ran off the stage and grabbed the box from him.

I felt him pat my head as I began eating crazily at the pizza slices. "You're welcome, (y/n)."

I only had eaten one slice in under a minute. "Now, tell me, would you rather be here than at home?"

"Yeah," I replied. "Mommy and Daddy hate me. They always yell at me and beat me up. Daddy already hated me before, but Mommy kept taking drugs and she hates me, too."

"So, what would they try to do if you wouldn't leave the house?"

"They threaten me."

"Oh, but we don't threaten kids. It's best if you'll stay here with us for a while." Bonnie puts one arm around me.

"I like that."

He nodded and kissed my head. "We'll care for you and protect you, little girl. Don't worry about those mean people out there."

I devoured the next slice of pizza. "I feel safe now."

He smiled at me. "Yes, you are."

I have trusted Bonnie to keep me safe.

I could always trust him.

He was definitely protecting me from the hatred back at home.
I had to quickly finish this up.

It's 3 pm my time, so it's after school. Man, the winds here are strong; they're supposed to be at least 50-60 mph, but there's no bad weather out here.

Anyways, I might be eliminating some male animatronics. The ones I don't want to write a fanfic include :
Old Freddy
Old Foxy

Next is Toy Bonnie, Springtrap, and then the male Nightmares.
prettypinkcat Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2017  New Deviant
im sad but happy at the same time
TheShadowMuffin Featured By Owner Feb 19, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I tried to make this happy for me...when it said

'What even is love?'

I went "What is love? Baby don't hurt me~! Don't hurt me, no more~!"

Then it said,

'A week ago'

And I went "About a week ago~! Week ago~!"

I like the story though! (Though I would have assumed Bonnie to get more aggressive or mad at the idea of abuse)

erihamster2 Featured By Owner Feb 19, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks. :3
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