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Spring Bonnie bows as the curtens close.
"Thank you! Next show in 10 minutes, meet and greet in 20! Everybunny be there!" Bonnie says, in his American accent.
He opens the door to the backstage, happy from another crowd-pleasing performance.
He strolls into the prep room backstage to prepare for the next show. Can't keep the crowd waiting! The room has two desks on the left and right, the right desk is for Fredbear, Bonnie's best friend. Fredbears desk has various blueprints and metal scrap all over it from projects, he's not here right now though. He sits at his desk, on the left. On his desk he has a mirror proped up on the wall like a vanity, brush, lamp proped to give proper lighting, and bowl of various greens, and some carrots as treats. He decided to take the brush, and brush his fur. He hummed to himself, brushing his body. It was like another world backstage. None of the light got in from the rest of the building, and there were no windows, the only sources being a yellow bulb in the middle of the room, and the white-lit lamp he used. It was quiet too, the children and music muffeled greatly from the walls. He continued humming, and brushing his fur.
He took one of the carrots to snack on and began working on his face. Bonnie rotated his head forward and his ears tilted out of the way with a click. When he finished, he rubbed his hands on his snout, and made sure he was in tip tip shape for the show. Checking inside himself too, making sure everything's functioning properly. He finished the carrot and looked at the clock. The clock read that he has a minute left before the show! Bonnie ajusted his bow tie, ready to begin.
That was interupted by the intercom turning on with a Kreeee...
"Hello cubs! Looks like Bonnie is a little tired. The next show will be delayed by about 10 minuts! See you soon!" Oh! Thats Fredbear! Bonnie wonders if he's going to preform with him again. Footsteps came, and the door clicks open.
"William, you need... you need to stop preforming. The kids are ready to go home, it's near closing, and this is your fith solo show. Is something wrong?" The man sounded distant and tired.
"Are you going to preform with me?"
He muttered to himself. "Not this again..." he put his hands on Bonnies shoulder. "William... You're not Bonnie, and you're not going to preform. Get out of the costume."
"I don't know who this William is, Mister, I'm Bonnie! Now, I have a show soon, and I'm going to preform, so if you're not joining me, I need to get ready. Everybunnys waiting!" Bonnie began to stamp his foot.
"I'm not joking... Get out of the suit William. You're not Bonnie... People are waiting for you..." Henry looks over at the door at the other end of the room. It read 'Saferoom'.
"You're staying in there untill you get out of that costume and listen to me." Henry shoved Bonnie over to the empty saferoom, and shut the door on him.
"Ok cubs! The show starts in just a couple more minutes! Who's wants to play a game?" A muffeled Fredbear says through the intercom.
The kids cheared without Bonnie.
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William walked out of the saferoom, his head low. He carried Bonnie with him.
"Thank you... William." Henry, who looked quite tired.
"Lets set him up." William says, in a monotone voice.
They walked to the curtened stage, put Bonnie into suit mode, and proped him up, ready for the show.
They went back to the prep room, through the backstage door, and Henry sat William down.
"Henry, what's got you knackered?" William asked in his Brittish accent.
"Thats's... not what I'm here to talk about William. You're doing this whole... 'I'm Bonnie' thing again, whats wrong?"
"Oh, I'm chuffed!" William realized he was frowning. He forced a smile.
"I don't want to hear that William. Something's wrong."
Theres no way around this, is there? "Alright, Me and Michael... got in a fight again. It got bloody nasty." William but his arms on the desk, and reated his head. "Michael said he was tired of babysitting Dave. I told him he was 12, and responsible and that I'm too busy to watch Dave and run Fredbears. He started yelling at me, and I grounded him for a week, told'm he needed to learn respect." He sighed. "I-I don't know what to do."
Henry sighed.
"Keep your chin up, you'll figure it out. Why don't you go out there, and talk to Mike?"
"Hmh..."
"You can't... just stay back here and keep preforming Will."
William knew Henry would'nt let him do so. This kind of insistence made William both love and hate Henry.
"'Suppose so. Want to do just one more show together first?"
"Nice try, but no. I'll clean up, you just worry about the kids, ok?"
"Alright, guess I'll give it a shot. Wish me luck. 'k?"
William leaves out the side.