Chapter Text
And love is a kaleidoscope
How it works we'll never know
And even all the change
Is somehow all the same
Turnin' to the left and right
Colors shining in your eye
And even upside down
It's beautiful somehow
It's never just a shape alone
Love is a kaleidoscope
—2 years from the present day, 3 weeks before high school graduation.
“The fuck you mean it’s over?”
Bonnie was soaked when Foxy scowled; the light blue of her fur darkened, and her jeans were ever more encouraged by gravity to pull her 6 feet down. Her hoodie hugged her figure, thin and fragile, where the rented studio itself could crush her whole body down.
“I said it’s over, Fox,” Bonnie said between gritted teeth. It was far too grimace ever to be a trembling cry for everyone to shut up, “The band’s over, and you all can do whatever the hell you want after this. I’m done.”
Foxy gritted her teeth, “You came late to practice, and now you’re bullshitting–”
“Foxy,” Freddy blocked her from saying anything that might trigger another fight. She was now between them, hands ready to brace them away from each other. She turned to Bonnie, a frown painted on her face, the kind of look she never wished to give to her best friend. “Bon, what just happened? You didn’t answer our calls, did you get caught in the–”
“I said it’s over, Freddy,” Bonnie’s voice now higher, almost wrapped around with the ill intent to hurt the one who was praying for her to come back to the studio safely. Her eyes weren’t as soft and fond as they used to be, the same sapphire orbs that always used to gaze into Freddy when the bear wasn’t looking. “I don’t want to fucking repeat myself.”
But Freddy, heart of a stubborn bear, was not ready to give up. “No, wait–Bonnie, we can fix this.” Her words were quick to stumble upon one another, but it was her will that made her continue anyway, “If there’s something wrong, we can always talk about it. I mean, the storm might fuck everyone’s mood today, so maybe it’s best not to decide things–”
“Stop, Freddy, please.”
Freddy could swear that her heart stopped working just for a single beat. There was almost no time at all, a blink of the eye, a heartbeat or two, before a frothing mass of black and dark swallowed whole the sunlight in her chest.
“There’s nothing I want to talk about, it’s just simply over,” Bonnie’s voice almost lacked bite now, as it began to crack like a crying raven, but only slightly.
Freddy was silent by then, mouth hanging open as if any words could mend the torn of the situation. That statement alone was not enough to put out the growing rage in Foxy’s chest. How Bonnie answered didn’t help at all, so the fox only surged forward, pushing Freddy to the side, and grabbed the rabbit’s hoodie roughly, “Be a big man and talk, Bonniebelle, what the fuck is your problem?!”
Bonnie laughed, which sounded far from humorous, and it only ever added more gasoline to the fox’s flame, “What? My problems? You want a long list of it?”
“Yeah,” Foxy glared, “Actually, I do.”
Bonnie’s eyes blinked, sapphire that gleamed from one member to another–Chica, already silent and looking down at the hard wooden floor, mouth sealed shut, and her eyes were red. Freddy, who had now lost the slightest beam of light from her eyes. That look alone made Bonnie feel like she had been stabbed directly in her chest.
But rage is like the storm outside; it refused to back off and let the sunlight in.
“Because I could give less of a damn about this band anymore,” now her words had fangs, that bit venom, “I don’t owe all of you a thing.”
Before she knew it, a fist flew forward to her jaw, swinging before anyone could react or blink. The impact itself echoed in the room, where it was dull and ugly when Bonnie staggered back into the wall, a breath knocked clean out of her.
“Foxy!” Freddy’s voice cracked open as she yelled, rushing forward as her hands hovered between them, though it was most likely to hold Bonnie more. “Why did you do that?!” Her throat barked out a cry, eyes glaring at the fox.
Bonnie managed to laugh, followed by a rough cough, as her nose drew blood down to her lips. She could taste it; her tongue met the rust and the hot rage. “There it is,” she muttered with a weak smirk. “Let it all out before everything ends, yeah?”
“GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS, BONNIBELLE!” Foxy shouted, and more fury began to fly out from her tone. Despite the anger, her eyes were just as watery as the rain outside, but they refused to spill now. “ You don’t get to ditch what we’ve built! Chica had been waiting for you here all day long, and Freddy almost called the police, for fuck’s sake!”
A long silence stretched between their space; it became colder than the blood on Bonnie’s nose. Her knuckles wiped them off, and she coughed as she muttered, “I do get to walk out for no goddamn reason.” She pushed herself off the wall, already walking towards the door, but there was still a tug from behind.
Freddy.
“Let go,” Bonnie spoke, slow and broken. She couldn’t bring herself to turn around, not anymore.
The bear behind her couldn’t utter a word either.
But Bonnie waited for five seconds longer.
She remembered the little five-second rule, when she and Freddy always fuss about when they were much younger. Shorter legs, running around the playground with bread in their hands. One of the bread would fall, and she would yelp;
“Five-second rule! Quickly grab it!”
Five seconds.
Bonnie waited exactly five seconds, and she only received silence from behind.
Stay.
She pulled away her arm and walked outside, only to stop in front of the door. “Let’s pretend this band never happened, yeah?”
The door closed behind her.