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In some way, it’s expected things won’t go the way you want them to be. No matter how much you’ve climbed and cracked, it can crumble and fall. it has happened to him for a few times or so, though it’d never brought in much distraught, knowing it could never work out no matter how much he or the others could behave.
Of course, as a youngling he strived many unrealistic accomplishments, and continued to put everything to become a true musician at heart. rock is the enlightenment of his core, ingrained and solidified his soul.
Eventually, Bonnie would have to grow up. Life was certainly not easy, he will have to take initiative to make the best decisions he can offer himself for a satisfied life. So it wouldn’t work out for him to pursue something too over accelerating.
But then again, he can never entirely give music up.
It’s still a passion he holds dearly, and he’ll continue to expand in his own way. Sure, his dream didn’t come true. But he may grow peace with it.
Bonnie rubs off his eyes, trying to keep his eyes awake as a muffled ringtone continues to alert him. his arm searched for his phone, gradually grabbing the rectangular object, and turns off his alarm completely.
He pushes his body off his scattered sheets, stretching out the most stiffed areas. he took a look at his phone, checking out his schedule to find a marked highlight for his shift, covering for the morning and afternoon.
It was another morning alright. Better to perk a wake up call for a certain roommate of his. He shuffles through a worn sliding closet, and finds his bowling uniform with its 80s flair. He buttons them up and cease down its wrinkles, heading to his next priority to awaken the great old fox in his Caribbean slumber.
The apartment was in…decent condition, having some aspects here and there. The coloured paint is pretty decayed, the wooden planks where a bit worn and chipped, thankfully they still hold resistance of wide sounds; compared to the floor, which is still intact and polished, surprisingly the floors aged well when combining their apartment all at once. Renovations were still planning to be made, though it’s not entirely severe as he makes it out.
Bonnie has adjusted to these housing problems, and weren’t much of bother to him for now. Right now, he has a captain to wake up.
He approaches to a dark brown door, scribbled with paint that had written ‘ Pirate’s Cove ‘, below had a painted drawing of a poorly attempted ship with a red fox’s enlarged head and hook. His roommate lost his good hand, he attempted drawing with his left and thought it would be a great idea to have more visual taste to their rooms. It did resulted him to do another draft, though he missed his chance once the paint seeped in and remained permanent on his door. Not like they couldn’t repaint the door itself, but neither had a say to commit to that chore.
With no delay, Bonnie knocks a few times, his ears leaning close to the door to hear a slight grumble. Demanding to wait a few minutes.
The rabbit rolled his eyes, and finally spoke “ Hey, Captain. You can’t keep sleeping yourself in all morning now, would ya?” He said, continuing to listen intently for any sign of life in there.
His roommate groaned in protest.” I’m afraid the captain’s services aren’t of use now, Leave me in me cove…” his drowsy, tired tone didn’t really give much benefit to the bunny’s delight.
Bonnie clicked his tongue and opens the door in a more quiet manner. Having a grin peppered across his lightened muzzle. Foxy’s room was filled with scattered junk, noting his pirate expertise as a previous occupation and current persona, and whatever next he created. Once he approached closer to the bed, bonnie leans over with a smirk, taking note of the eyepatch still attached to the Fox’s head. He carefully pulls onto the eyepatch, until he stretched it at a good length. he then let’s go, it slapped against Foxy’s face wide awake, arching his hook instantly in prepared of an attack.
The fox’s shocked expression turned into a more grim one, seeing Bonnie pulling back a slight chuckle.
“ Aye now, mate. Wouldn’t want a scratch on that sly face of yers now, would ya? I told ye I wake up, so yee should’ve offered yourself some time without nagging me.”
“ Not wise to slack off either. C’mon Foxy, We got a job to do after all, rent ain’t cheap for these rusty buildings.” he continue to smirk at the fox, knowing he had no other choice since he fell in rent debt, thanks to his spendings being placed for good old booze, snacks, and his private cove of junk.
The fox rolls his amber eyes to his fatal defeat, knowing he can’t simple refuse. It was fair though, since he never payed back in equal amounts for some months now. It may be hard to hold back the desire of good beer and expanding his own personal set up, he was still entertained nevertheless.
” Ah, alright then. Can’t dodge yer bullet this time. Gimme a few minutes and we’ll venture out in no time.”
“ Will do,” Returning Foxy’s privacy, Bonnie went into the main room; a conjoined kitchen and living room with it’s…well, nothing much to say about it. somehow their rooms were the most polish from the plagues of rustiness, not even their bigger messes even flinched any worn features.
Bonnie equipped all the things he regularly requires for him, and his workplace: An employee passcard, his identifications and credit cards, etc; headphones, staff keys, and of course his phone joined all together. It didn’t take too long for Foxy to reappear in the bunny’s sight, who also wore the same replica of his uniform.
from what Bonnie could tell, Foxy had a small bag on him, predicting his replaceable hand to be in it.
without any further exchanges of conversation, the two were about to leave, giving their last remarks before heading out of the building.” another day’s charm, you’d think it might be another slow day?”
” I highly doubt our boss would give us an early day off, but hey, anything could happen.”
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They both grabbed themselves some grub along the way to work, currently walking on the cemented sidewalks with multiple people spread out and variety of buildings to pass and look by one by one.
and not to mention how sunny it is too. Maybe Bonnie could’ve brought something more cold to handle the blaring heat, though sweet didn’t seem to be in his code for breakfast today. Foxy is considered himself lucky. making the right call for himself before Bonnie could even grasp it.
Although, no regrets really smeared across his face. On the right at the corner of their eyes revealed their workplace, The Bowling Alley. The building itself is old and has a few rough edges, but had a retro 80’s aesthetic that remains immortal. Inside the building really POPs the vibe.
The floors are all covered with a black carpet littered of neon colours of shapes and confetti imprinted, it’s shiny lanes and resting areas, all accompanied with different stations where the main registration and the food court were. It was really reminiscent and endearingly charming to remain this look even if renovations had to be made.
It offers some good pay, and felt pretty basic to run through; overall manageable.
in a wink of an eye, a man in a similar uniform walks towards them, and wore a special golden name pin.” Ah, right on time you two!”
” Hey boss “ both lend out a wave.
“ anything you got for us today?”
” Nothing too big, but the place does need some polishing and got a few reservations made. Y’know, keeping the place from falling apart. I’ll be in the office if anything.” he gestures the corner of the room, and walks away to cater over his personal workload. Leaving them both to tend the place before any customers stop by.
Bonnie takes out the passcard and staff keys equipped into his pocket, and his ear twitched when he noticed Foxy’s hook being twisted out, now cleaved off, he screws in a unique prosthetic hand; the prosthetic was meant to be built like actual hands, though undergoing testing to be used under volunteers. Trying to improve the execution.
It was expensive for a beta testing prosthetic, though it did benefit a lot of use towards Foxy, not excluding how some of his financial choices really brought him here.
The rabbit hummed, unlocking the door to the supplies.“ you know, it’s hard to believe you’ve had that prosthetic for nearly a year. “
” eh, It’s still a sucker, but makes a lad pretty darn happy.”
” And all the big cash to exchange,” Bonnie teased, both holding cleaning supplies as they returned to the empty bowling lanes, resuming their conversation.
” Aye now, It’s better than have nothing at all. it would probably kill the boss if I had to keep leaving scratch marks with me dear ol’ hook! Thought he’d give it a pass for the first two years.”
” We’ll, He’s just looking out as the manager here; those bowling balls aren’t cheap to replace, can’t complain you didn’t get fired out of it. He honestly would’ve blow up if I didn’t make any effort to bring you in as an applicant, wouldn’t want your pirate cove in an alley now.”
The fox laughed, following the interesting callback.” Heh, that’s right. Remember how much of a drunk swearing sailor I was when we first met? You’d thought I was some hallucinated homeless man?”
” Oh yes, and to this day you still are. you were laying against all those piles of garbage, and man, you basically smelled like fish when I dropped you off at my place. I still find it ironic we’ve been roommates afterwards, considering you did threw up in the middle of the room.”
” Ha! I used to have barrels of strong grog every few nights, and you’d usually try to watch my back since I couldn’t contain my thirst. Yee sure are a lucky bucko.”
” Oh, really now?” His magenta eyes broke away, scrubbing off a small spot that’s difficult to cleanse off. But had scrubbed it off clean, resuming to talk to the fox with the remaining time they have left before hours were officially open.
When he looked back, Foxy seemed to be under thought, looking at the rabbit’s way.” Hmm…not to pry on the job, but you’re gonna head out tonight again?”
That’s right, he had plans to head out for his special session.” Yeah, I’m heading out to the recording studio. So just have those leftovers from the other night, not going to be back for a while.”
” Oh I know, I know. You just seem more musical intertwined these few months, you know, now that our neighbours recognize how musically loud you are.” He jests, leaning over these observations that were of no surprise.
He couldn’t help but chuckle” Oh c’mon, foxy. That’s not unusual of me, I just have a little more free time to enjoy what I do. Of course, I got another song I wanted to record.”
” More covers, aye? Which one is it this time?”
He answered, trying to calm down the thrill in his throat .” Oh, I don’t know Another one of my favourite indie rock bands? And then just play in my own flow, so it’ll be a long night of playing.”
“ Y’know, there’s always a chance you can go beyond that studios rooms. I can tell how much it means to ya, you don’t have to keep searching something more professionally grounded like your folks hoped.” There was intent of mock, it’s just kind of been an open subject between them.
Bonnie wanted to argue back, but brushes it off. averting his attention back to the floors.” I’ve told you before, I love making music but I’m not sure if it’s still the right way to go. I’m just looking for a place I won’t regret in the long run, something worth living for myself.”
“ Now, lad. I’m not picking any brawls.” Foxy gestures his arms up in the air, not meaning to pull off any tension.” I just suggest it as it’s something of interest. Otherwise, back to budgeting like cheap wanks.”
Bonnie rolled his eyes, oh how could one forget that disastrous plan.” Right, after spending so much money on everything. it was so nauseous we had to stick to instant noodles and cheap microwave foods, hell you even threw up again!” He laughed, having to resort to staying away from work over bad food, and having one of them knocked out dead.
” One upside was I paid my half on time, but we can try to be more creative if things go south. Money anyway,” His muzzled crept in a smirk. While Bonnie darts his eyes at the fox, not really pleased in the slightest.” Creative? Like those combinations of yours? You told me all the food we had tasted like rotten meat with plastic in them. It’ll kill both of us if we allowed something like that again.”
“ Welp, at least me booze drinking’ stopped momentarily from it.”
” See?” Bonnie lashes onto the broom in his hand, swatting at the fox’s planted feet.” So you wanna continue work, or have the boss come in here?”
“ Captain will take the fort.” The fox responded. making sure enough polishing exceeded for the whole day, it looked a bit better than it had before. Though the smell of chlorine was meddling, it won’t take over the entire scent of the building over too long.
Foxy’s metallic hand started to jerk, and pressed a nerve point to stop it fidgeting out of his control.” One unpredictable shell it is. With my next bill, they better fix the spazzing.”
” No surprise. But you grew more tolerable from those lately, so beats complaining.” Bonnie holds onto both the handle and lock, swaying the door open and turned to a switch that unveils it’s welcoming lights, conjoining to a neon light sign outside.
they both head to the counter, awaiting in preparedness of bowling shoes and registration with the next few faces to walk in.
Somewhat, Foxy had been reminded of something important. Turning around next to the rabbit currently moving a couple things. He called for him.” Ah, yee know what I thought of? Once ya done, you wouldn’t mind grabbing a few brews of grog? I’ll pay ye in advanced!” He insists.
Bonnie chewed on his bottom lip for a moment, giving it some thought to be worth his time or not. He shrugs, not minding the idea. ” alright. I can arrange that, but it better be in cash or I’m forcing you to do something for me.”
” My kind of bounty, then cash ye get.”
A slight bell rings as a few eager steps enter the carpet floors from the main entrance.
Bonnie walks over, peaking to find a few guests entering in. Placing a smile.” Looks like we’re lucky. I’ll handle it from here, you can join in when the next party gets here.”
” Aye,” Foxy responds, watching his purple friend greet the guests as he logged in to the monitor in front. He takes one more tinkering at his prosthetic, hoping nothing wrong erupts. He pasts time to his other tasks, waiting for the busier hours to arrive..
Reflecting this routine, Bonnie believed everything is fine on how his life is moving at, but there is a slight hollow that he’s missing in it. Something to keep him impatient, and urn a speck of life to it.
He wanted something soulful and groundbreaking. But he could wish another day for it.
As a crowd of fans voices echoed from the main plaza. A trio of glam rockers were waving their goodbyes from their fans, ending their event with unforgettable memories to come around.
once the doors have closed off the crowd. They all took a breath, one with relief; the other with exhaustion; the last with a bit of thrill.
A chipper bird sighed in delight.” The place was so packed! Seems like our best show yet!”
” It is our best show to date. Everyone did great!” beamed the one and only, Freddy Fazbear. As they settle beside a waiting station, which occupied food and drinks after a long day with their performances, meet ups, and their fans both young and old who’ve come to enjoy the unforgettable experience!
The youngest band member groans.” It was damn packed, and everyone did love us. But goddamn it, my mind feels light headed or some shit. Can’t wrap my head how you two are still standing despite it being the biggest crowd we’ve ever had.”
” Oh it’s not like we’re natural pros at this, Roxy! We just give it all we got to make it incredibly fun, but I am exhausted. nearly starved even!”
“ Sure, chic.” The wolf averted her eyes, giving off her deadpan response.
” nonetheless, you were all amazing tonight! and I couldn’t be any more prouder!” He announces, his upbeat tone taking attention of Roxy and Chica’s alone.
” You did a remarkable job with your Tempo and energy out there, Chica!”
” Aww, thanks Freddy~!” Making the bird feel flattered.
” And Roxanne! You’ve improved a lot of life within your keytar, not to mention how much lively the crowd got!”
” Oh it’s nothing, just doing what the best can do.” She flips a chunk of her hair to the side, having her ego be fed.
“ You did amazing too Freddy! Never forget that!” Chica added, as Roxy joined in with a nod. It was common for the band to usually congratulate them with compliments after finishing a simple concert or a big event, it helps everyone feel cherished within the band.
Freddy was about to thank them both, until a voice intervened from the door across from them.” It’s time, wouldn’t want to continue standing around now. He’s waiting for all of you.” The man addresses. The trio all exchange looks, and walk towards the door as they exit the room with a bundle of questions to arose.
Previously, before the show even began. They were all sent an email from their manager, who’s common in the indie record label. The manager told everyone of them to meet up in his office, to discuss a rather important topic that concerns the band as they grew more to publicity, mostly to thanks for the rebirth of the glamrock genre being put back to the bobbing surface.
Their travel to the office was quiet, only hearing echos of their steps to be heard.
Though, Chica kept thinking what could all this be about? Everyone thought the same, but she had a bit more questions to wonder about.” You think it might be a change up?”
” I’m not really sure, it sounds important. Unfortunately I don’t know, I’m just hoping nothing bad happened.” Freddy answers her question, keeping his tone soft to ease any worrying.
” I doubt it. besides, we’re already given a two month break. He’ll just say something like have different sets of costumes prepared or what kind of songs we’ll present in a new album or something.”
” True, but I feel like this is different. I’m not sure if it might be a bad or good thing, but maybe both.”
” It’s alright to be concern about this. But whatever details he wants us hear, I’m sure it‘ll help us out.” Soon enough, they were already facing the office doors. Having their escort resign their presence, leaving all the band members to confront. When Roxy was about to approach, Freddy hesitantly took the handle on the door, assuring he can handle this.
Music is a destiny, though it did matter to the people around him that made it so defined. Whatever importance this may mean towards him and the face of his friends, he really hopes nothing bad will ever be placed against their will.
Once they entered through, a reveal of their manager at his desk was greeted by his happy tone.” There you are! what a grand performance you did out there!”
“ We’re happy to hear, but you said you have something important to discuss with, all of us?”
“ Oh I didn’t forget now. I was just about to bring it up; you don’t have to worry, it’s nothing bad.” He assures, and stands up with the remaining smile on his face.” I’ve made a proposition for the glam rockers. The label charts have been climbing up for four years, and have made good impression with your glamrock music, become so admirable! So…” he dramatically pauses by drinking his fingers into his desk.” I offer up a position for a new band member!”
” A new band member!” Chirped Chica, as she knitted her hands together with the twinkle in her eyes by pure excitement.
” A new band member?” Freddy says, taken back by being a little surprised. He didn’t think much of this possibility, but meeting this new face is something he would gladly embrace.
” Huh, Didn’t think we get to this point. what kind of position is this guy supposed to be on? a drummer? I mean we could honestly go for a drummer.” Roxy comments, she did have a point. Who is this new band member? What kind of instrument do they even play?
The manager chuckles in exchange.” We got Elijah for drums, Roxanne. This open slot is only fitted for a bass player, which to answer your question, we don’t have anyone yet.”
A drifting silence, and disbelief of stares have hit against the atmosphere.” What?”
” I know, it sounds completely unreasonable if we don’t have a new face just yet.”
” Then why the hell are you allowing us a new bassist if we don’t have anyone to fill in? Honestly I still prefer the drummer, feels weird not having one in the band…” Roxy mutters to herself, though her irritation was a fair reaction.
” You see, this is the important part I wanted to discuss. While I have responsibilities with business, planning, what all managers do to keep the flow in place. However, you are able to have decision making; you still have free room to explore your creativity. So, I’m leaving it up to you three to find a wonderful bassist throughout your two month break!” He confirms. though it only becomes a bit more puzzling.
” We could hold up auditions since we have the time, if it takes all of us to decide anyway.”
” Hmm, yeah. It does make more sense since a new position is opened. Though, it makes me curious why this is a little different.” Freddy wonders.
“ ah, It’s more of a private matter, you see, since the band will decide. You’ll have to keep this on a low profile. This will have to be up for your recommendation only, and all of you will have to come to a decision and find a suitable bassist that fits your criteria of the band. You’ll plan some private scheduling, be a host, let them learn a few rules and so, and handle some paperwork once you got a good bassist! But if you don’t, everything will be alright, the band can remain the same if we don’t have anybody.” His laidback tone didn’t really help, but it did bring in a much clearer idea by this. It’s not going to be easy, since there’s not a lot of bassists out there who are willing to take such a great offer, it’s terrifying for the amount of people and who they look up to. So doubts will run rampant if there’s a problem being in a more wide known music label.
” I just want to make sure before you all settle back home, and take your break. Contact me when you found some success finding one, I have no doubt you will!” the manager pulls out his hand, gesturing for the main lead of the band to come into agreement.
Freddy looked at both of his friends, who gave different looks. Their looks were hesitant in their own ways, but didn’t reject the plan placed upon them. Though, Freddy made his choice crystal clear. He loved this band, he loved music, and it would be a nice change to have a new face around. It’s always been three of them, even though one of their previous members were no longer in contact with them due to a tragedy after their replacement.
With determined eyes, Freddy shakes the manager’s hand without any recoil.” We’ll do our best sir.”
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Freddy and the others walked back to their main rooms. Ready to get their stuff all piled up together since they have time in their hands away from the huge crowds of people who adored their music, and public image.
” You think we can find a good bassist in time? maybe someone close?” Chica said, her curled hand held against her chin; thinking of certain outcomes.
” We got all the time we need, let’s just hope we don’t catch one that wants to feed it’s own ego for the sake of it. Could be anyone we know of” Roxy suggests, as her hand clenched on a damp cloth to smudge off her makeup.
“ I’m just trying to get ideas. It makes me anxious somehow. I can’t think of anyone I know who would like to be a bassist, since all of them are scattered and all,” Chica smears the marks off her cheeks, and unclipped the bow from her elastic wrapped around her hair.
” You can literally find people online who’s willing for the job. some of them mean business too,”
” Yeah, but I feel like it’d be more easier if they happen to be musicians who might be interested being in our band, and are nearby. Can’t scare them off an opportunity like this.”
” Whatever chic, they all got good enough guts to take a gig; even if the uncanny amount of people might scare them.”
” Hey, Freddy? Got any ideas you think could help? You haven’t said anything.” without realizing her concern, Freddy snaps out of his haze, and looks at them with a reassuring smile, his face already cleaned off.
He smiles reassuringly,” Oh, my apologies, I was a little distracted with something else—I don’t have much of an idea per say for now, so all I can say we take our time and we’ll make up our decision once we have a few volunteers who’ll agree to join us with some private sessions. After all, We’ve been meaning to have a bassist for quite some time.”
“ Right? That’s what kind of makes me a bit more excited about it! Though, I think I won’t push it too early. Otherwise I’m going to get myself lost!” She laughed, done packing some essentials she had to bring back for more important occasions.
Roxanne rolls her eyes, departing towards her own break room for some…alone time. Probably how chummy these two can get. Freddy has known Chica for a decade and a half now, wasn’t until Highschool they started to get serious about being a band and imagining all the wacky fun tours they dreamed of doing. Even goals like having new band mates to expand their groovy music, or getting more high quality gear and stage props to help express their band as a whole.
It wasn’t uncommon to recall these memories, despite the regret that they did wish some things had remain. It’s hard to believed they’ve made it this far. Some kids who used to perform gigs in more social convenient bars, to charity concerts and now live performances around the continent. It felt like a surreal dream.
Eager to know the time, it was starting to get dark and Freddy had to make a move.” I better get going, are you two staying here for a bit longer?” He asks.
” Mmm hmm! Yeah, Roxy is probably just getting her things ready, and I need to remember where I put my other stuff before. You’ll be alright?”
” No need to worry, I’ll be fine. Today has been an amazing to the audience, just need to settle down for tonight.” he reassures, as he held onto the knob of the exit door. Chica lends out a light wave, and he exchanges one back to her.
Freddy drifts to a unique route, while he puts on a grey baby blue hoodie to help cause less distractions of attention. He uses his key to unlock his car, a more accessible brand. He hops in, tighten his seat belt, and made sure no one else was in the way.
Fortunately, Traffic wasn’t too concerning at night. So he didn’t need to hide away or take any other routes to his home. His place wasn’t too far from the city, but it was certainly a place that doesn’t give off an impression that a well known singer of his range could be flooded with fans unwanted.
He lived in an average looking bungalow, it has two floors, though the majority of the place is only the first floor, which leaves the second floor as a secondary storage unit and spare bedroom.
When you look at the right corner, you can see some tall buildings, and a few vacant apartments surrounded him, though no one makes much of a big deal when they see the guy. So the coat of paint does help keep his location off bounds, the inside is what you can describe, tidy and colourful.
All of the leftover tension Freddy had before has melted off his shoulders once he returned. splattered with nice furniture and the gracious blues that surrounded him. Some had red and orangish accents, as the wooden trims were covered in white paint. He did gave it a homey feeling to it, as a way to represent what it felt like his old home was, but to his touch.
He wasn’t going to do anything eventful, he just wanted to rest and probably check up anything to distract himself. When he strolls around into the hall, he reminded himself he had to do one thing before he could relax in the next minute. He takes out a packed envelope, and heads to an open room that had several drawings, letters, photographs throughout the years, and valuable items that meant a lot for him.
Most of the drawings and letters came from fans and children, which he often receives from mail or at times often at big events. All of them contained sweet messages and appreciation. These mean a lot to Freddy, he didn’t realize how much impact he and his band has made through such a period of time. It makes him emotional, and wants to continue making more memories and joy as long as he can breathe. He applies the next stash of letters and drawings conjoined with the previous ones, carefully pinning them without any slight accidental strips or rips.
He managed to put them into place perfectly, which his attention soon drifted to the photographs on the other side of the wall. It continues to grow, hoping he can accomplish filling the wall up with all memories from start to finish. He did look at one particular photo, it was around 7 years ago, he believes. It was before Chica decided to make a drastic change, such as dying her coat full Snow White. then there, is his old time friend. He was a few years older but was very thin and smaller than the bear himself, often fascinated with the pirate lifestyle he mimics; conviction had to be made at least somehow to keep his dressings tied to a more glam rock aesthetic.
ironically, they had cheap theft store replicas of the style, since it’s a complicated variety to pull off together. Oof, people probably couldn’t believe this was them at the start as a band. If it wasn’t for his good old friend, they probably wouldn’t be here.
it’s a shame however, since they haven’t heard of him since Roxanne took his place in prior of his accident. Even in the end, he felt like a true pirate now that he earned a hook. He’s still around no doubt, it’s just hard to come back now that things are completely different than before.
Freddy shakes his head, thinking he had enough thoughts and memories the whole night. He leads to his room, hoping some rest is all he needs. Then tomorrow, he’ll take time to meet up with Chica and Roxanne, and see what they can do.
Bonnie pressed against the strings, making them stop from the amp going crazy. He places his cherry red bass on a guitar stand nearby him. Going onto his phone and turns off the recording button, he gives it a good few watches to see if it sounded perfect, and didn’t want a wave of a cringe every time he gets way into the rhythm on how he plays.
he seemed happy with the results, and cropped the footage at the end. He took his time to upload it on his channel, sure, it wasn’t big or anything but he likes to have fun with it. It’s like creating a catalogue for himself, to reflect back to all the good memories and amazing pieces of his past.
he felt a smile grew on his muzzle, feeling good he made more progress with his bassist skills compared to before. He drifts his attention away, and decided to play a little longer with his own chords and tabs. Just something that comes to mind, nothing from paper or anything.
after a while, a glowing red light caught his eye, giving him a signal that his time is up. He gathered all his things, and concealed his bass in good condition before he left the room. He says his good bye to some of the folks he often sees around the studio. The sky was already pitch black but the time he stood outside, as the fluorescent lights make it baffling as they completely cut out the thousands of stars waiting to burst out of that beautiful sky.
There wasn’t a lot of people who were walking out on the side walks, or were surrounding alleyways and certain stores and shops; it was a perfect silence he needed.
he could only hear each step he took. Until he spotted his apartment. He checks if any lights were shown through the living room window, turns out there weren’t.
he climbs up through the stairs, holding onto his key in hand. When he made it face front with the familiar number on his door, he tries to be quiet and sneak through his room. When the door unveils the entire room laying before him, it was dark and empty as he expected.
He eyes at the counter, taking out a few bottles of booze that Foxy requested. Hopefully he can remember a dagger to pay him back. He walks quietly through the hallway, wary of the sounds he made; hearing faint, yet unpleasant snores from the fox himself. Probably went over broad for another night no doubt.
Bonnie held out a breathe, and dropped his bag, lightly set his case against the shelf, and pulled off the layer of jacket he wore. He puts away his uniform in its rightful place, and searched for a clean shirt; his phone starts buzzing, wondering who would be calling him around this time. But it didn’t take any guessing games to figure out who.
He looks at his screen, holding out a more deprived sigh than the last one he held. He taps the screen, and hears a voice echo from it.” Bonnibel?”
“ hey mom,” he keeps his tone tamed, hoping no speculations could be made.” How’s everything back home?”
” Oh, everything’s fine, just as usual. I hope I’m not calling too late over there. I wanted to check up if everything is going well.”
“ Not too late. but yeah, everything is fine. Still working, still living; just working out little by little.”
“ I see, did you at least taken your time to figure out your next job? An Actual job instead of that bowling alley?” Bonnie chewed his lip, knowing the many promises he kept trying to find something that felt suitable for him. but he could never lie, which is the upsetting part.
” No, I’m still looking into it.” Was all he could say.
Already feeling the disappointing crawling over the phone speakers. “Oh, honestly Bonnibel. How many times is this going to keep happening?”
“ Mom, look I am trying it’s just—“
“ I don’t need your excuses, I know you say you’ll continue trying, but geez my boy, it’s been seven years now. A man like you can always squeeze a top notch job, something that easy for you isn’t that difficult.” Bonnie pinched between his eyebrows, that somehow all of his years alone, she still didn’t understand.
” Look, you have to understand. I know I can do better than work at a bowling alley, but things are just tight—“
“ Bonnie, I don’t even know why you’re holding back. You’ve always been a smart boy, and you’re old enough to know it’s time to move on, get an actual job that can benefit you, Move out and find a good place to live in, if you want to have a stable living, then put the effort to make that decision.” a silent pause grew more tension for Bonnie, already sending his mother’s impatience for his deflection.
He was about to say something, until he heard a sigh coming from his phone.” I’m not trying to make you upset. I say this out of love, because I really care about you and where you’re currently standing. I just want you to live your best life, and that you don’t have to constantly struggle without any kind of benefits or support. You can’t keep dragging yourself on to expect a miracle to happen, there’s always openings available. I know you’ve noticed a thousand times…”
While the constant reminders were getting old for both of them. It still affects him as if he let his family down far too many times to count. Life can never go exact for anybody, but even after high school, it’d seemed he can’t catch a break.
He looked, but nothing caught his eye or would be worth of his skills. it’s true, he is getting older and should’ve found a permanent job, but he’s still looking. he pulled off his efforts, but nothing can be excluded from his mother’s tongue.
His ears droop, signifying his despondent mood. Already wanting to end the call. But he had to say something in order to get out of the conversation.
So to satisfy,” I’ll…take the opportunity to go through with it. I promise you.”
” That’s my boy, don’t back out now alright? I better get going, you take care now okay? Me and your father will call you as soon as possible. Have a good night, Love you.”
“ G’night” the phone finally hangs up, and throws it on his bed as he leans forward, his hand tracing through his forehead.
He didn’t want to deal with this, or even think about it. It only puts him at the brim of pressure, not to forget how depressing it makes him feel. Wherever he currently stands, no one will give him the time and satisfaction to official move forward.
He rolls onto his bed, covering himself in his sheets with a slight grumble. Hoping that forcing himself to sleep will make him feel better, or at least not to think. He’s tired, tired of hearing the same thing over and over again.
All he can depend on is to have a better morning, hoping sleep can melt down all these thoughts from consuming him.
Little did he know, his friend was wide awake, and heard the whole conversation with his good ear.” Poor lad…the witch had got him again.” he says quietly, still wearing his pirate attire and surrounded by his props, he shuffles off of him. Making it clear to himself that sleep doesn’t want his pity this night around.
Bonnie always kept a more chill and resilient demeanour, but even his cracks can’t be ignored. He’s been dealing this for years by the fox’s knowledge, he had to do something to lift the rabbit’s spirits.
How? Foxy clearly couldn’t give much to give to him.
Then it hit him, giving him an idea Bonnie would not appreciate, but it was better than nothing. Foxy maneuvers his obstacles, reaching the door wide open to sneak into the living room, he checks if the bunny across him is sound asleep. Thanks to his luck, he is.
He breathes out a relief, and continued to go through his quest. trying to identify a certain gadget through his surroundings, he quickly spotted a sliver laptop laying on a shelf. He takes it by his only good hand, since his hook will only cause enough disruption as it is.
he moves towards the counter, and places the laptop firmly. He opens the screen up, finding it open in service of Bonnie’s account. He goes onto Bonnie’s channel, and copies a link of His recent cover video, and types up an old account on a site Bonnie used to play around with when he gets bored.
The account was still remembered and gave Foxy the access to intervene. He puts up a caption and puts down the link of the video in high speed. He presses post after he proofreads a few times for any grammar issues, wishing his replaceable prosthetic would be useful for this time and place.
It took a few minutes, and it officially popped onto the account’s timeline. making the fox feel proud for himself, and yet could feel the rising tension for tomorrow morning.
” He won’t be happy I did this, I can already sense it. But in the end, he’ll be grateful for sure.”
What a time, Freddy finds himself awake in the middle of the night. sitting himself up since his poor attempts weren’t helping him fall back in slumber.
Only one idea came to mind, and it was to entertain himself with his phone. He picks it up beside his bedroom stand, pulling up twitter to see what his timeline is up to, other than the constant pandering it occurs far too many times.
A slight topic interests him, and decided to search it for himself to find any interesting candidates who happen to play on the bass. He cups his cheek as he continue to scroll through each post, trying to find a few suggested names up for participation.
Though, something did catch his eye. It was a more recent post that had a connected video link, with a strange caption that digged further of the bear’s interest.
Freddy gave himself a pass as he got the video to play. Featuring a purple bunny in grunge attire, playing his bass that followed the tone of the song it was playing. Freddy watched carefully of each strum and chord the bunny pulls off, pulling an aura of confidence within the rhythm he followed, never missing a single note. It was all on point, it had a life to it, a taste that made it too addicting to dismiss it.
Freddy continued to grew captivated by the bassist’s performance, he felt mesmerized into the bunny’s spell. It was somehow…perfect.
the video ends, leaving Freddy still in astonishment. He returns back to the app, and gives himself to think. He looks back at his phone, checking out the bunny’s profile. It didn’t seem to be much active as of now, but it was filled with photos and videos from a few years back, which telling by his name, it was Bonnie.
He’s even more surprised that this Bonnie character wasn’t given enough recognition to his skills. He felt like he was a very relaxed person, telling by the personality of the video and his photos, they didn’t seem to be much of bad guy.
Maybe he could DM him, but he’s afraid that it might be misinterpreted and that he might come off too rude or a bit desperate, especially around this hour!
So giving him the message right away is not the best idea. He did had another option, as he eyes at the like button and retweet button, he was pretty amazed by his performance. It’s at least something he can do.
immediately he presses both options, felt a smile grew on his muzzle. and decided he should probably return to rest, so all his thoughts can be refreshed and coordinated by sending him the message.
Returning to his slumber, he didn’t realize he would unleash a huge wave of people, leading to some unexpected news for the following morning.