Toy Bonnie was blind. Oh my god... did Goldie actually see all
this? Did he leave that note? The pressure in his head
increased. Ugh... what's.. happening? It intensified.
Make it stop! Please!! Then everything around him spun and
he got dizzier. ...what's that? He could suddenly see again
and was staring at an old crate in an empty room. Cautiously he
opened it and saw a golden animatronic inside.
He heard a low growl and backed away from the crate, getting ready
to attack if anything happened. The animatronic suddenly rose out
of the crate, standing straight, and stared at him. He narrowed his
eyes. The suit was empty, but he could see two human eyes looking
at him from inside the mask. "...Why."
The man in the suit approached Toy Bonnie until he was against the
wall. He cackled and reached out to rip his face off. He quickly
kicked the suit's leg and darted away from the man, who laughed
creepily and came back towards him, this time with a knife in his
hands.
Toy Bonnie noticed another animatronic in the room. "Coralyne?!"
He stared at her, shocked and scared. He didn't pay attention to
the man, who had come up to him and placed his hands around his
face. With strength, the man pulled Toy Bonnie's face off, and
threw it to the side. He collapsed with pain, and groaned as the
man reached down again, this time for his ear. Not
again..
He kicked at the man again, this time much harder, and the man
staggered backwards as Bonnie jumped to his feet and ran to
Coralyne. "W-w-w-wha-a-at-t's-s h-h-hap-p-p-pen-pen-ed?!" He asked,
his voice glitching more than ever.
The man bent down and got close to Toy Bonnie's face (um... front
of his head?) and laughed hysterically. Then the lighting
flickered, and the image of a purple man covered in red flashed
over the golden suit and then everything went dark.
He jolted awake and found himself back in the vent. Coughing up
oil, with a bit of red mixed into it, he gagged and then pulled
himself over to Coralyne. "W-w-w-wha-at..." He coughed, straining
himself to see since his vision was suddenly blurry.
He opened the flap on her back that revealed her systems which were
steaming. Thinking quickly he found a random metal tool laying on
the ground and got right to tweaking her systems, and managed to
fix it. He sat back, knowing she was fixed, but she was low on oil.
...what now?
He spotted the oil, and tried to get through to it, but was held
back. He struggled to push past for it, but failed. He hung his
head in defeat and didn't know what else to do. Now what?!
He coughed up more oil, then put his hand to his forehead as he
felt dizzy again. But his hand didn't touch his forehead, and he
jumped to his feet as he realized he had no face.