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Parts and Service had called for an ambulance approximately seven minutes prior, according to the systems. Bonnie is this close to rushing down there, disregarding the birthday party he's currently scheduled for, but he can't do that to the kid. She was so excited to finally meet her favorite glamrock, he couldn't just abandon her.
The ambulance shows up ten minutes after being called. Bonnie doesn't see the thing, but god does he hear it. He hears the sirens, faint as they are, blaring in the parking lot. He hears the paramedics get crowded and employees trying to keep curious customers away from the people just trying to do their jobs.
He hears the ambulance drive away with no shortage of whispering from concerned parents.
He spends the rest of the party pretending he heard none of it, and that he wasn't anxious the entire time.
Disregarding the fact that he's supposed to be back at the bowling alley in ten minutes to host some sort of event, he rushes down to the atrium, asking the first employee he sees what happened.
“One of the techs was sent to the hospital,” they say. “I thought you were the one down there, it was your tech, right?”
There was no way it was actually his tech, as David wasn't even on shift today. However…
He tries pinging Foxy and gets no response. He tries again, marks it as urgent. No response. After the third and fourth attempts, marked urgent, he checks something.
He's not technically supposed to be able to access it, but there's a way to check any of the animatronics’ logs if you have a link into their system. Their messaging channel serves as a good enough conduit for Bonnie to be able to get into Foxy’s logs. He just wants to check on him, find out where he is, make sure he's okay.
He's offline.
Not sleep mode, either, like they're supposed to be in for maintenance, but offline . For the past half hour, almost exactly five minutes after the ambulance was called, Foxy has been offline entirely.
He's not supposed to know how the techs get into Parts and Service either, but Bonnie knows a lot of things he's not supposed to. He makes his way to their private rooms but is blocked before he gets to even the hallway.
“This area is closed for maintenance,” a bored looking worker says.
“I need to get in.”
“Sorry. Can't. Closed. ” He emphasizes the last work as if he thinks Bonnie didn't hear him.
“Then where's Foxy, at least?”
The guy shrugs. “You didn't hear? They're shutting him down permanently. Went crazy while his tech was doing maintenance, sent him to the hospital an’ everything. Good riddance, I'd say. Guy was too violent to have around kids anyway, always terrorizing the night shift.”
“ What. ”
“You should probably go back to whatever thing you're supposed to be doing. I don't feel like getting in trouble for keeping you from work or whatever.”
He says this so casually. Tells him that his one friend is now essentially dead with no care in the goddamn world.
He wants to yell, kick, scream, bite the guy even.
But he knows he’d be next.
