#maybe if you whack me in the head i'll pass out (nightmare bonnie self ship tag)

[masterofmaagnetism]

A Monster in the Dark - Chapter 2

[ self ship fanfic about Nightmare Bonnie and my insomniac s/i :) ]

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Cheesy Dip was certainly more effective than an alarm clock. 

Canetheus woke with a groan, a little annoyed by the cat pawing at his back (when had he rolled over?) but understanding that it was probably just dinner time.

His beloved asshole jumped off of his back once she was sure he was awake, so he rolled off the couch, crashing onto the floor with a groan. 

It took him a minute, but eventually Canetheus managed to pull himself up onto his feet. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” he muttered at the sound of Cheesy screaming. He stopped in front of her food cabinet to stretch, the motion pulling a satisfied yawn from his lips.

Only to have it replaced with a groan when Cheesy began headbutting him, trying to get him to move faster. He fed her quickly before moving on to feed himself, since he usually associated her feeding times with his own.

It was dark out now, as far he could tell from the little sliver of moonlight breaching his covered up windows. Perfect timing then- this was usually the time that the nightmares started. 

He needed to find a graveyard shift job. The one he was working now was during the day, which made sleep even harder than usual to find. He was lucky if he didn’t accidentally fall asleep at night on days like that.

A slight shudder went down his spine at the thought of his nighttime naps. Without the sunlight to keep him safe, the animatronics he used to love would take on monstrous forms and haunt him in his rare moments of sleep. He tried to talk to people about it, but they always brushed him off. Eventually he stopped trying.

He really should stop thinking about them. That was practically asking for the bastards to show up. But sometimes he couldn’t help but wonder… maybe they weren’t attacking him. Maybe they were just asking for his help. It wasn’t an uncommon thought of his, since it was five children who had disappeared.

Other times he considered the possibility that these nightmares hadn’t been meant for him. They just said some… odd things on occasion. One of them called him ‘Christopher’ once, and they referred to him as if he were a child. That didn’t make sense not only because he was a fucking adult, but also because he wasn’t born male and certainly wasn’t given the name ‘Christopher’.

It was just a strange situation altogether, but he tried not to think about it too much. It didn’t matter that they weren’t made for him, all that mattered was that they were his demons now, not this Christopher’s.

Though it never stopped him from being curious. He spent most nights like this researching and while he hadn’t found anything on a Christopher, he did find something about a Fredbear’s Family Diner. One of its kind, basically the starter version of the Freddy’s chain.

Tonight was the night he was going to delve deeper. He finished his dinner, giving Cheesy an affectionate scritch behind the ear and heading to his mostly disused bedroom. He rarely ever slept in here, mainly using it as storage and an office of sorts. 

He fell back into the chair in front of his desk, pausing to pop his back and knuckles, before opening up his laptop and getting to work.

The tab his computer had been left on was a sort of… fansite for the ‘lore’ behind the Freddy’s chain. He never really liked the site (they always described Bonnie as blue, as well as other discrepancies) but it had the quickest access to information on Fredbear’s Diner.

What he really needed from here was the newspaper clipping from 1983 with the big headline “Child Has Frontal Lobe Bitten Off By Animatronic- Does This Spell The End Of Frebear’s Family Diner?”. It’s only a partial clipping, never going far enough down to show the name of the child, but it does have a picture of the child and his family and the name of his father.

William Afton, co-owner of the diner and the performer sometimes inside of the Spring Bonnie animatronic, who was apparently so devastated after the incident that he quit and divorced his wife, taking their two other children with him.

It was a little easier to find stuff on Afton than his child, especially because he was apparently the one to start the original Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria.

“What kind of man watches an animatronic almost kill his son and decides to open an animatronic based restaurant chain?” Cane muttered, once finding a picture of Afton standing next to his new animatronics. “Fucking freak.”

Not that he could blame him too much. Cane had always been fascinated by animatronics, even after that terrible day. He’d never start a chain restaurant with them, but he could help build them just fine.

After a few more hours of searching, nothing more was yielded other than a killer headache. He sighed as he shut the laptop once again, getting up to grab some aspirin and maybe head out for a short walk. Depended on how quickly the headache went away, if at all.

Aspirin in hand, he was about to pop it into his mouth when caught sight of something… blue peeking out of his bedroom doorway.

No. That couldn’t be… was it? Cane stood there and stared at the monstrous bunny that stared right back at him, it’s head tilted ever so slightly.

He’d never seen one of them in the real world before, only in his nightmares. He figured he had to be dreaming so he blinked a few times, even pinching himself in the arm. The thing was still there.

It was only when Cheesy looked at the bunny that he realized it was really there, and he was awake. Could cats see hallucinations? He hoped so. At least that thing wasn’t moving.

“Okay, well, you stay there, I’m gonna uh… I’m gonna go for a walk,” he suddenly announced, surprised that he’d spoken to it. It seemed surprised too, but he didn’t fully process that as he popped the aspirin into his mouth, chugging down a gulp of water with it.

He then threw it a peace sign, turned on his heel, and practically stormed out the front door, trusting that it wasn’t real and that Cheesy would be fine. Even if it was real, his bastard kitty could open doors well enough.

It was only when he was about a mile away from his house when the reality of the situation hit him. “What the fuck,” he muttered as he came to a hard stop. “What the fuck,” he stated much louder, gaining the attention of the couple taking their dog on a late night walk.

What the fuck indeed my good dude.

[masterofmaagnetism]

A Monster in the Dark - Chapter 4

[ self ship fanfic about Nightmare Bonnie and my insomniac s/i :) ]

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Spade was the biggest of the four animatronics housed in the Diner.

He was a bat with striking grey eyes and one of the longer snouts. Like the other three, he wasn’t even close to anatomically correct. His wings were short and pointed, but attached to his arms for easier mobility. 

The outer metal that made up his exoskeleton was a shiny midnight black with purple undertones, and the insides of his ears were a dark shade of the grey that coloured his eyes. He wasn't sure when Scrap decided to change his eye colour from the brilliant red they used to be, but he didn’t mind. The only thing that bothered him is how similar they were to the teenager he remembered. 

He didn’t pay the eyes too much attention, instead popping open Spade’s chest to get to work. At this point, the animatronics only needed some slight tweaking, and one hundred percent insurance that their waterproofing would work.

Not that Cane himself would be testing that, Scrap assured him that all he needed to do was secure it as much as possible and leave the testing up to Azriel.

“Howdy!” Speak of the devil once again. Cane turned to greet Azriel with a small smile, the bright grin on the other’s face near blinding.

Azriel was Scrap’s twin, and you could tell they were identical. They had the same facial shape, same crystal blue eyes, and the same tanned skin. The main difference really was Azriel’s short, and bright white, hair. He wore it in an undercut that never seemed to grow out, and managed to keep his hair so perfectly dyed that his roots never showed.

He also smiled a lot more than his brother, the grin practically never dropping from his face. “Testing’s scheduled for today, so uh, just finish up here and head over to Sage.”

Cane gave the co-owner a short nod, turning back to Spade to finish the wiring he had been working on before the cheerful male had dropped in. “Alright,” he said after a few minutes, stepping back and brushing his hands off. He closed up the animatronic before turning back to Azriel.

“I knew it was a good idea to hire you,” Az told him, giving him a light clap on the shoulder before sending him off to Sage.

Sage was the exact opposite of Spade. The seven foot animatronic was a barn owl, and honestly one of the absolute best as far as looks went. Xir exoskeleton was just barely cream, leaning more toward an off-white. Xir wings were also on xir arms, like Spade’s, but more detailed. Sure the feathers were just engraved on, but they were still beautiful.

As far as Cane knew, both Sage and Spade were programmed to perform for adults, rather than children. According to Scrap, the Diner was supposed to be a place that catered to both age groups, so parents could drop their kids off in one half of the building and still be close by while getting some entertainment as well.

It meant that Spade and Sage ended up getting programmed with very different songs than Sequin and Salem, the two children’s performers. Cane had been meaning to ask Oliver, the programmer and adopted sibling of the Arrowoods, what songs they’d used, but they were rarely ever on site. 

Not that it really mattered, since Cane was there for the mechanical focus rather than the programming.

“I can’t wait to see all of you on stage,” he admitted to the owl with a sigh, sitting on the edge of the platform xey were standing on. “We’ve been working for months now and it’s not like they can put off opening forever.”

Obviously, the animatronic didn’t reply, but Cane thought he saw xir brown eyes turn towards him. After a moment of staring, he blamed it on the sleep deprivation.

“I dunno. Maybe I’m just getting impatient. I’ve never been good at the waiting game, and there’s really not much more I can do. Spade is as perfect as I can get him, and I know Sequin and Salem are ready for the stage.”

He looked up at his only company for the moment, a small smile gracing his lips. “I’m sure you’re ready too. You’re Scrap’s favourite, after all, and I know he never leaves a job half done. Hell, you’re probably the most perfect one here.”

Silence reigned for a moment after that, before Azriel’s voice broke the silence. “Talking to the animatronics now, are we?” he teased, chuckling at the side eye Cane gave him. “Yeah, yeah, I know I do it too. Anyway, your boy’s working perfectly. Not even a single spark.”

Cane let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, a relieved smile making its way onto his face. “Was there ever any doubt?”

Azriel’s laugh was more of a bark this time, but it was still better than nothing. “No there was not. Now move along freeloader, there’s plenty more for you to do around the diner.” That was basically code for ‘Spade may be done, but it wouldn’t hurt to check’.

The rest of the day moved along quickly, mostly because Cane checked as much as he could one Spade and spent the rest of his shift cleaning up the mess the three usually left. Scrap would never admit to it, but he knew the man definitely appreciated it (it certainly showed with the “overtime” bonus he got).

“Come on, you’re still refusing to change your mind? It’s just a night shift.” Convincing Scrap that he should be given the nightguard job was still the challenge Cane remembered it to be, even when he offered to work the day and the night.

Scrap simply sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes. “Mr. Freeman, I know you have an odd sleep schedule but I am trying to promote the growth of a better one. And you know I need you at full energy when working on the animatronics.”

“The animatronics are done!” Cane countered, throwing his hands up in frustration. “There’s nothing left to be done! You’re acting like those things aren’t already perfect!”

“They aren’t,” Scrap replied, quirking an eyebrow at the implication that there wasn’t any more work to be done. “Canetheus, you aren’t getting the night shift. Please stop asking. You are a mechanic, and that is what you’ll stay.”

With that, Scrap turned away from him and got back to work. Cane stood there, shocked and annoyed at the same time, before letting out a huff and finally heading home. 

“Does he think I can’t handle it?? It’s just a damn night shift!” he ranted as he fed Cheesy her dinner, collapsing into one of the chairs at the kitchen island when he was done. “It’s not like it’s fucking dangerous. No one’s breaking into a fucking diner with a GUN. This is bullshit.”

Finally, he let out a sigh and gave up, resting his forehead on the cool surface of the island. At least he didn’t have to worry about falling asleep with the good hours he’d gotten the day before.

“Maybe he just doesn’t trust me,” he decided, hoping it would make himself feel better about it. It kinda worked, but he was still mostly pissed.

“Would you trust yourself?” The sound of a deep, and near demonic voice behind him made Cane sit up instantly, spinning around quickly to see who was in his home, only to find nothing.

He opened his mouth to say something about it being a hallucination, probably, only to catch sight of that damned bunny out of the corner of his eye. It was sitting on his couch now, flicking through the channels on the TV. 

It seemed to be waiting for him to look at it head on before speaking again, which took a minute but eventually happened. “Cause I wouldn’t. Is there anything good running these days?”

Cane stared at it wide eyed. There was silence for a moment until it opened it’s maw to speak again, only to be cut off by a scream.

The last thing Cane heard it say was “Rude,” before the world went dark.

What the fuck.

[masterofmaagnetism]

A Monster in the Dark - Chapter 11

[ self ship fanfic about Nightmare Bonnie (and also maybe Nightmare Freddy) and my insomniac s/i :) ]

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“You need to sleep,” Fredmare spoke up for the first time in three hours, originally content to listen to the tapping of Cane’s keyboard, but now growing concerned for the man.

“Not in the mood to get lectured by a nightmare,” Cane replied, not looking away from his laptop as he took a sip of his coffee. “Besides, I only sleep during the day.” It was currently 1am- close enough to morning in Fredmare’s mind.

He heard the nightmare sigh behind him, and then the bed frame creaking as he moved. He didn’t really care until a clawed paw came up in front of him, gently shutting his laptop. “Taking direct action, Fredmare? I thought that was NightBon’s thing.”

The bear chuckled, the sound somehow making him feel safe again. “Sometimes direct action is needed. It’s early enough to be morning, and you need to sleep. I know your boss gave you the day off.”

Cane turned around at that, only to be met with Fredmare’s chest. He looked up, only to find the bear already looking down at him. Not to mention how his paws were both resting on the desk behind him. For all intents and purposes, Canetheus was trapped.

“Stalking me now?” he joked, somehow more at ease, earning another low chuckle from Fredmare.

“No. I am reading your texts though.” Cane let out a feigned offended gasp at the admittance, placing a hand over his heart. Fredmare would probably be grinning if he was capable of it. “I do also know that you’re just stalling,” he added, picking Cane up without giving him time to process it and tossing him onto the bed.

Almost immediately, one of the cubs hopped onto him, curling up on his stomach to keep him there. He let out a defeated sigh, laying back on the pillows. “Just laying here won’t do anything. You underestimate my ability to just daydream the whole night.”

“I have a very simple solution,” Fredmare replied, coaxing a little, “oh?” from Canetheus. “Very simple,” he repeated for good measure as he got closer to the bed, this time getting a suspicious look from the human that he couldn’t help but laugh at.

Cane tried to scoot away when Fredmare moved onto the bed, but the bear simply pulled him into his arms, the cub resting atop him giving a glitchy sound of protest.

When Cane tried to ask what was happening, Fredmare just shushed him, gesturing for him to just listen. Once he was sure his captive would stay quiet, he set his plan into motion.

A light, cheery tune began to play, seemingly out of Fredmare’s chest. Cane glanced up at him, immediately recognizing the melody as Freddy’s signature song, back when the animatronic was in order.

“Toreador’s March?” he asked softly, getting a nod in return. He remembered the tune always making him feel at home, something he didn’t get often in this new house. “I didn’t know you still had a music box…” he trailed off, already getting sleepier the longer the song played.

“Neither did I,” he heard Fredmare mutter in reply, before he drifted off entirely.

And, for once, his sleep was not plagued by nightmares. To be honest, he didn’t dream at all, which he was absolutely not complaining about.

Because the only thing worse than a nightmare, is a dream.

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Cane was a little surprised to wake up both in his bed and with all the lights on. “Maybe that’ll be my new solution,” he muttered to himself, stretching his arms above his head, groaning softly when his elbows popped.

“I don’t think your bones are supposed to make that sound.” Cane jumped at the sudden voice, very happy now that the cub sleeping on him last night appeared to no longer be there.

“Don’t-! Scare me like that!” he whined, lightly hitting Fredmare’s arm on instinct, the bear chuckling lowly at the blow.

Fredmare reached up to his little top hat, giving it a small, apologetic tilt. “My deepest apologies,” he replied, the rumble in chest making Cane look away.

He muttered a “shut the hell up,” before rolling out of the bed, stretching again before he made his way to the kitchen, to feed both Cheesy Dip and himself.

Only to jump again when he saw a pouting NightBon sitting on his couch.

Oh right, his plan.

Last night, Canetheus had realized something about NightBon’s sudden and terrifying outburst- it was just trying to regain his attention. It didn’t like that he was ignoring it, so it threw a temper tantrum. 

Realizing this made his payback plan a lot easier, and a lot more fun to put into motion. He wasn’t going to ignore it again (he wasn’t exactly fond of the idea of having to get attacked by Salem and the gang again) since that hadn’t worked out too well, but he had something even better.

He was going to go back to being scared of it.

Now, maybe this wasn’t the best plan, but he’d also noticed that NightBon had enjoyed it when he was talking to it regularly, especially when he seemed to trust it. Besides, falling back into fear was quite easy and knowing that he’d have Fredmare in his corner helped.

So he stood there, frozen, when NightBon looked at him. The monster huffed, crossing its arm, at first not seeing that Cane was slowly backing up and away from it, fear in his eyes.

Now it was NightBon’s turn to freeze. This is what it wanted, right? For Cane to pay attention to it, even if it was out of fear? The more it thought about it, the more it realized that it didn’t like this at all.

It opened its mouth to say something- whether it was going to apologize or tell him to suck it up was still being debated- but Canetheus cut it off.

“I-I’m sorry,” he quickly blurted out, NightBon flinching at the terror in his voice. “I didn’t mean to snap last night, I swear! I was just really stressed out and scared and-” his voice caught in his throat when NightBon started moving.

Before either of them could do anything though, Cheesy lept in front of Cane, the fur on her back standing up and her ears back in preparation of a fight. She hissed loudly at NightBon, who simply gave her an incredulous look.

Cane was quick to take the distraction, turning away from the bunny to grab Cheesy’s food. He couldn’t help but grin slightly when his back was turned, the almost dejected look on the animatronic’s face showing him that the ending would be worth it.

He fed his cat quickly, before retreating back to his bedroom to get dressed. Fredmare had disappeared since then, likely watching his plan unfold from the shadows. 

“Maybe this’ll convince it to not be such a baby,” he muttered as he pulled an oversized pink sweater over his white button up, intending on wearing an actually matching outfit for once.

What he didn’t expect was to open his door and find NightBon standing in the doorway.

He jumped back with a yelp, backing into his bed and toppling over onto the mattress. The fear in his eyes was genuine this time as he continued backing up right until he hit his headboard. 

Something else he didn’t expect was the sad look in NightBon’s eyes at his sudden fear, but that only confirmed his suspicion that it had been genuinely enjoying their short friendship. ‘Got a fucked up way of showing it…’ Canetheus thought, staring the monster right in the eyes, half daring it to move but mostly willing it to leave.

Thankfully, it did the latter, shooting Cane one more sad look before disappearing from the doorway.

If it thought that looking at him like it was a kicked puppy was gonna make its punishment end quicker, it was sorely mistaken, because Cane had at least a month of spite bottled up.

He just didn’t anticipate for it to fight back.

[masterofmaagnetism]

A Monster in the Dark - Chapter 10

[ self ship fanfic about Nightmare Bonnie (and also maybe Nightmare Freddy) and my insomniac s/i :) ]

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Cane stopped hyperventilating around the second hour, after he got used to Spade’s banging on the door. Hearing an animatronic cuss at you like a teenager tends to lessen your fear.

Sage had almost gotten him a few times already, since xey made very few sounds, right up until xey’re at the door of the vent.

“How long do I have to do this…?” Cane muttered to himself after he made it past the third hour, slamming the door shut on Sequin, who seemed more interested in scaring him than actually killing him.

“Until your normal shift is over,” Azriel’s voice suddenly came through the phone, making Cane jump at the sound. “About 6 hours. Same time as the nightguard. They won’t leave you alone until then.”

“You knew about this!?” he snapped at the phone, opening up the door Sequin used to be at to conserve power (not that it was a big concern, he had the power of the building to run off). He heard Azriel sigh, and that just made him angrier.

He gave a loud huff, right before hearing scraping behind him and spinning around to lock Sage in the vent. “I’m sorry, Cane,” Azriel continued from the phone, apparently not realizing the rage Cane felt. “We couldn’t stop them. They’re… they’re angry. Especially Spade, we couldn’t do anything. I’m-”

Cane cut off another apology by grabbing the receiver of the phone and throwing it out into the hall with an angry yell.

Suddenly, he wasn’t so tired anymore. No, his anger kept him running. If he was going to survive this, he needed all the spite he could get. And if he had to rip those fucking animatronics apart with his bare hands, he absolutely fucking would.

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Time moved a lot faster the angrier he got, and before he knew it, he was slamming the door down on Spade only for some kind of… chime to go off, signaling the end of the shift. Is this how the nightguard knew they were safe?

Whatever, he wasn’t wasting anymore time here. “Eat. My. Ass,” he hissed at Spade when he darted past the animatronic on his way out, throwing one of the bobble heads from the office at him with all his might before sprinting out of the diner, grinning at the sound of plastic hitting metal.

He didn’t stop until he was home, slamming the door shut and leaning against the door so he could catch his breath.

“Enjoy my little gift?” came the teasing, and still demonic, voice of NightBon. The monster was seated on the couch, legs crossed over each other and a seemingly smug look on its face.

“Eat shit and die,” Cane spat in response, throwing his bag at the fucker, not even bothering to grin when it let out an indignant sound of offense.

He made his way into the kitchen, instantly aware of the large shadow engulfing him. “I could kill you, you know,” NightBon growled at him, the snarl evident in its voice, “all I would have to do is snap that tiny little neck of yours.”

Cane turned on it suddenly, his brown eyes immediately locking on its magenta ones. “Listen here you overgrown freak,” he started, feeling triumphant already at the shock that overtook its face, “this is my house, my HEAD. You don’t belong here, and you have no fucking right to be here. I have tolerated you. I have been civil with you. But I am at my goddamn limit and you do not want to be testing me when I finally do snap. So you’re gonna back up, sit your nasty little ass down on that couch, and LEAVE ME ALONE.”

It just stared at him for a moment, before he shoved it hard enough to send it back through the kitchen doorway, the rage evident enough on his face.

It couldn’t even think of what to say, and it always had a snarky reply. So, it just did as it was told, sitting down on the couch slowly, still very much in a daze. It could hear Canetheus moving in the kitchen, likely making tea to calm his nerves (something the monster had noticed when it first showed up).

And once it caught its bearings, it realized something awful. Something that would change how it reacted to him for the rest of their time together.

It kinda thought his outburst had been… cute. And it had been relieved to get any sort of attention from him, even if it was in fear filled anger.

Not to mention that, as he made his way to his bedroom, a mug clutched tightly in his grasp, its gaze stayed locked on him right up until the door closed.

God it hoped it wasn’t falling for him. But it knew better than that.

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“I’ve decided to call you Fredmare,” Cane announced to the bear sitting cross legged on his bed as he sat down on his desk, gaining a confused head tilt in reply.

“Fredmare?” he questioned, his three cubs buzzing with excitement at the new name, as if it was gonna be their name too.

Cane nodded, taking a long sip of his tea as he spun the chair around to face the bear. “Cause you’re Freddy, but like… a nightmarish version. I like it. Do you?”

“Yeah,” he replied after a moment of thought, giving a short nod of his own. “It’s good. Represents me well, I think. Besides, the cubs like it too.”

Cane grinned at that, the approval being the only good thing to happen to him today. “Good, though your cubs will get names of their own. Hard to refer to them as ‘the cubs’ all the time.”

He chuckled when they all gave their own little demonic cheers, turning back to his desk to get to work.

It would take some research to get back at NightBon, after all.

[masterofmaagnetism]

A Monster in the Dark - Chapter 5

[ self ship fanfic about Nightmare Bonnie and my insomniac s/i :) ]

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Cane didn’t remember laying down. Or falling asleep. Or having the massive fucking headache he had now.

Damn. So much of yesterday gone. He rolled over in the bed (when did he get to the bed?) to grab his phone off of the unused nightstand. 6pm glared up at him, and that alone was enough to send him flying off the bed, headache be damned.

Until, that is, he noticed the text on the screen. Quickly tapping it and inputting his password, he was surprised to find a whole conversation between him and Scrap that he never remembered going through. Apparently he had told his boss that he wasn’t feeling well and wouldn’t be coming in. Scrap was fine with it, since he’d never used a sick day, and the most recent text was to remind him that a normal sleep schedule would do him some good.

“What the fuck happened…?” he muttered, running a hand over his hair as Cheesy came darting into the room, screaming to be fed. “Okay, feeding you I can handle.”

He allowed her to lead him to her food absentmindedly, placing more of his focus on what the hell happened the day before. His headache still wasn’t going away, but nothing was misplaced, moved, or taken so at least no one broke in. 

A sigh escaped his lips as he realized that living alone was doing him more harm than good. If he had a roommate, he could have figured out what happened. “Should have taken Cass up on her offer…”

Cheesy screamed again, reminding him once more that he still had not fed her. He was apparently more out of it than he originally thought, so he went ahead and gave her what she wanted before heading to the living room and collapsing on the couch.

He should have grabbed some aspirin while he was in the kitchen, especially since he only now noticed the bump on his head. Had he passed out standing up? It was the most likely answer, since it wasn’t exactly uncommon, but he’d gotten plenty of sleep the day before that so that really shouldn’t have happened.

It could just be that his body was finally fighting back. Scrap was right, better sleep would benefit him a lot more than the bullshit he was currently working with.

“It’s really funny to watch you think,” an all too familiar voice suddenly spoke up next to him, causing him to flinch away from the bunny. “Your face gets all scrunched up like you have to work really hard for it, it’s hilarious.”

Hm. So the demon has a sense of humour. “At least I can think at all,” Canetheus shot back, still out of it enough to not realize that 1) he was acknowledging the thing and 2) he’d just talked back to a fucking nightmare.

It didn’t seem too bothered judging from the bark of a laugh it replied with. “You’re a lot more entertaining than that kid you know. He would just cry and fight us but you changed your entire schedule to keep us away. I’d almost say you were obsessed.” Was it… grinning? It was hard to tell with the whole animatronic problem it had.

“I’ve seen obsession though. You’re obsessed with that research project of yours, but definitely not with us.” It only just now clicked for Cane that it had been saying “us”. He didn’t like it implying he would see it’s friends in the waking world too.

“Well, you can tell your pals to fuck off, because I’m really not up for my house becoming a monster nest,” he replied, briefly bothered with how quickly he started talking to it but mostly annoyed with idea that he’d have to deal with all of them.

The bunny gave that barking laugh again instead of reply, even slapping a clawed hand down on its mangled knee. “Oh, you’re funny. It’s not your house we’re attached to, you poor, tiny human. It’s you.”

Well. That was unsettling. For a moment Canetheus just stared at it in its horrible magenta eyes (actually, its eyes were actually kinda pretty, from an aesthetic standpoint) before letting out a strangled, and near hysterical laugh.

It seemed confused by that, which only made him laugh again. “Wow, you really do think I’m stupid! I know you’re attached to me you dumbfuck, I just wanna know why.”

Apparently, the nightmarish version of Bonnie really wasn’t expecting that, because it leaned back and scratched its chin in an almost comical way. “Quite frankly, we don’t know. One day we were with that crying brat and the next we were following you. You’d just moved in, I think, and we were just standing outside your door.”

That really wasn’t much of an explanation. “You mean, you’ve been here since day one? I wasn’t even seeing you guys in my nightmares my first few weeks here. It was only after I got the job at the diner that you started showing up.” He’d been having the nightmares he was used to before that, the ones that he could handle. Sure they were grotesque and lingered for hours after waking, but they were tolerable.

The nightmare simply shrugged, not sure what to tell him. “We don’t choose where we go, and we had to build up energy before revealing ourselves. Being the ghost of something that never lived is quite the process.”

It was a relief to know that he wasn’t actually being haunted by the five original kids that died at least, but not very comforting to know that the original four had been sentient in their own way and apparently angry enough to become the nightmares that they now were.

It must have been the fire. Cane had read about it plenty of times with how obsessed the forums and fan sites were with it (that one, and the other two that had also taken down Fazbear Entertainment buildings). It would certainly explain why they all looked the way they did. Fire simply does that to animatronics.

“So… the original four had their own sentience?” That got a nod. “Okay. What about the big yellow one? The one that looks like Fredbear?”

It had to think on that one for a moment, as if it was trying to remember who he was talking about despite the thing being rather hard to forget. “Oh! Yeah, no, that’s literally Fredbear. Like… the original animatronic. He had sentience long before that kid ever latched onto him. But boy was that girl angry. She changed him forever.”

So, the girl that attached herself to Fredbear (Cassidy, if the newspaper clippings were right) was angry enough that her rage became his rage. Because that’s what Cane needed right now.

He didn’t want to think about that right now, that was one thousand percent something that future Cane who had energy and seven aspirins could deal with. So he asked something else.

“What do I call you?” That got its attention again. It kinda tilted its head at him, seemingly thinking the question over.

“Why not just Bonnie?”

“Why would I call you Bonnie?”

“Technically it’s my name.”

“I’m not calling you fucking Bonnie.”

It huffed at his refusal, crossing its arms and probably pouting like a child. “Fine. What do you wanna call me then?” Dude. This is why he asked YOU.

Cane groaned, leaning back into the couch now that it was confirmed he would have to use his own braincells for this. He took a minute to think of a few combinations of ‘nightmare’ and ‘Bonnie’ before finally coming up with something.

“What about NightBon?” he asked, turning his gaze back to his monstrous companion. It thought the name over, humming quietly as if he was tasting wine. “Dude. It’s not fucking rocket science, do you like the name or not?”

It laughed at his impatience, but quit the act anyway. “It’s really bad,” it said, but cut off whatever Cane’s reply was going to be, “but works nonetheless. Better than you calling me something rude.”

It was tempting.

“NightBon it is,” Cane confirmed with a stern nod, before the reality of the situation fully hit him.

He’d just given a name to his nightmare. His nightmare was fucking real. He was sitting here, talking to the thing that had haunted him for two damn years now.

What did he just get himself into?

[masterofmaagnetism]

A Monster in the Dark - Chapter 7

[ self ship fanfic about Nightmare Bonnie and my insomniac s/i :) ]

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For the next three days, Cane managed to completely ignore the horrifying, and apparently clingy, bunny that followed him around.

It would whine, complain, and even threaten him, but he wouldn’t budge. He never even slightly acknowledged it- didn’t even give a snarky “did you hear something?” to his cat.

NightBon was, for all intents and purposes, all alone.

It was the only one of the nightmares that had gained enough energy to show up during the day and in real life like this, and also the only one that cared enough to. And what good it was doing it! It hadn’t had anyone to talk for three days!! 

Maybe it would have been tolerable if Cane was sleeping during the night and having nightmares, but he wasn’t. He was successfully sleeping during the day, probably because he wasn’t as scared of them anymore now that he knew one of them was a big fucking baby.

It couldn’t even get the cat to acknowledge it. She would just run off and find Cane whenever it tried to mess with her.

It was driving it near insane. So obviously that meant it was time to poke the bear. Or, rather, the bat.

NightBon had noticed something that apparently Cane hadn’t the first time he ever saw Spade. 

It knew those eyes.

Sure, this new nightmarish version of Bonnie had never actually been alive, or knew anyone that Bonnie himself knew, but he had the bunny’s memory. And he knew those eyes.

Oleander King had been the night guard at one of the original Freddy’s, the one that came after the Toys were dismantled. He sometimes worked the dayshift as well, but that wasn’t important. What was important was that his eyes were light grey, like clouds that were getting ready to storm. And those were Spade’s eyes now.

Not to mention the fact that Oleander had always been able to see ghosts, and Spade’s eyes had stayed locked on NightBon the entire time it had been there.

They could clean the insides of those animatronics as much as they wanted, they could even burn the bodies that had been housed inside of them. But those spirits would linger for the rest of eternity.

It almost felt bad for the fact that it was about to stir one hell of a hornet’s nest, but it decided that regaining Cane’s attention, and most importantly fear, was so worth it.

It could tell that Cane was suspicious when it was silent during their walk to the Diner, mostly from the way he was occasionally side eyeing it.

Though, he did seem to enjoy the quiet and brushed it off with relative ease. What a mistake that was.

It briefly noticed the surprise on its human’s face when it suddenly disappeared from sight and reveled in it before remembering that it was on a mission, and heading straight for Spade’s room. It took a few tries, but NightBon managed to get the door shut and locked.

It then turned to the animatronic bat, a wicked grin spreading across it’s mangled face. “Oleander~” it spoke in a sing-song voice, immediately catching the attention of its target, “don’t you think you’ve hidden long enough?”

“That’s not my name anymore,” the bat replied, his voice only slightly reminiscent of what it used to be. The part of NightBon that still housed the original Bonnie gave a twinge of disappointment, but that didn’t matter.

“Sorry then Spadey,” he growled at the nickname, which just made its grin grow wider, “I just have a teensy little favour to ask of you. Very tiny, I assure you.” It pinched its claws together to help its point, choosing to ignore Spade rolling his eyes.

It went to speak again, only to be cut off by Spade ‘sighing’ loudly. “You… disgusting creature, why on earth would I do anything for you? There’s nothing you can give me in return that I can’t get for myself.”

Unfortunately, he had a point. It’s not like it could bring him back to life, not that he would want that anyway (he was simply too attached to the other three animatronics).

“It’ll be fun,” NightBon offered, with a slight shrug. “And I guess your little friends could help too.” 

He may pretend otherwise, but Spade was still very much Oleander. Those closest to him meant the world to him, and he would do anything for or with them. They were his weak spot and it looked like that weak spot was working.

“... What is it you want?”

“So you’ll do it?”

“Only if the others agree.”

“Good enough.”

Canetheus was so going to regret ignoring it.

[masterofmaagnetism]

A Monster in the Dark - Chapter 6

[ self ship fanfic about Nightmare Bonnie and my insomniac s/i :) ]

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It was hard to go into work the next morning.

Knowing that his nightmares were real, or as real as animatronic ghosts could be, was so much worse than seeing them in his dreams.

And the worst part was that NightBon was ecstatic to have finally been acknowledged. So much so, apparently, that it decided it was going to start going to work with Cane, which meant he was going to have a fucking monster that only he could see hovering over his shoulder all day.

He would have said something about it not possibly getting worse, but he knew better.

“Can you be quiet?” Cane hissed at his monster, before quickly glancing around to make sure no one heard. For the past twenty minutes NightBon had been going on and on about the kid they were last attached to (at least he knew he was right on the Christopher Afton trail) and it had been more than a little distracting.

He heard NightBon give a huff of annoyance, right before ignoring him and continuing on anyway. It was going to be a long day.

“You got better quick.” Canetheus perked up at the sound of Scrap’s voice, immediately turning to face him. He was thankful that NightBon chose that moment to get distracted by Spade and therefore move out of his way.

“Uh, I just needed some sleep,” Cane replied with a small shrug, gently putting down the tool in his hand. “A normal sleep schedule is still a bit of a stretch but I feel a lot better now.”

Scrap just looked at him for a moment, one of his eyebrows quirked in a way that showed he didn’t totally believe him. Thankfully though, he didn’t push it, instead just walking further into the room. “We’re finally opening next Friday,” he announced, almost smiling when he caught the grin now on Cane’s face.

“Really!?” he blurted out, standing up quickly and actually catching NightBon’s attention. He almost didn’t hear Scrap’s quiet chuckle, but the sound just made him more excited. “God, my baby sister’s been so excited to come, I can’t wait to tell her!”

“You have a sister?” Scrap suddenly asked, turning back to Canetheus, who suddenly seemed very shy under the scrutiny.

He never talked about his sister, preferring to keep her existence private. She didn’t live in the same town as him, instead living in the city a few miles away, so they mostly talked over video calls. His insistence on her privacy came from that overprotective brother instinct, and because he’d seen enough bad to know that he could never let it happen to her.

“Uh, yes sir, I do. She lives up in the city and she’s heard enough about this place from me that she asks every day when it’s opening.”

Much to his surprise, Scrap actually laughed at that. It was soft, and short, but shocking nonetheless. “How wonderful,” he replied with a small smile, his face suddenly looking much softer than it ever had. “Little siblings are just the best, aren’t they? Tell her she can be our first visitor if she shows up soon enough.”

With that, Scrap decided his little inspection was done and headed out of the little room that was made for Spade, Cane simply watching him go.

“You have a sister?” NightBon suddenly asked, making Canetheus flinch away from it before he calmed down with a groan. “Well?”

“Yes I have a sister, you literally just heard that,” Cane replied with a roll of his eyes, turning back to his project. With Spade done, all he had left to work on was the tweaking of the bat’s guitar. The guitar was based off of the original Bonnie’s when it came to shape, but the colours were the same shades of grey that coloured Spade’s eyes.

Due to Spade being a performer for adults, Scrap had decided that more muted colours would be easier for (usually tired) parents to enjoy. And if they preferred more colour, Sage’s room was for them.

“Yeah, but I feel like I should have known before now,” NightBon whined, crossing its arms to show how emotionally wounded it was about being left out like this.

Canetheus scoffed, rolling his eyes again. “We’re not friends. I don’t have to tell you shit about my life.”

NightBon winced at that one, placing a hand over its non-existent heart. “You wound me, Canetheus. I thought that after all these years of us psychologically torturing you that you would consider me a good friend.”

It was almost like this asshole was trying to make him laugh, because that statement alone was fucking hilarious.

“Yeah, you keep thinking that, I’m gonna actually do something productive,” he replied, ending the conversation there in order to focus on his work. After all, this guitar wasn’t going to tweak itself.

Thankfully, NightBon stayed mostly undisruptive and quiet for the rest of the day, outside of the occasional one-sided conversation with the inanimate Spade (the animatronic hadn't even been turned on yet).

However, by the time Cane was done cleaning up, he could tell NightBon was just itching to leave. He couldn’t understand why the monster was so desperate to get back to the house, having spent so much of its time in there, but he really couldn’t be bothered to ask.

The walk home was not quiet, despite his silent hopes that it would be. No, NightBon spent the entire fifteen to twenty minutes of it pointing out literally everything in sight, including things Cane almost accidentally ran into because of the lack of sleep.

“Do you ever shut up!?” Cane finally snapped once they were inside his house, actually succeeding in making NightBon fall silent in shock. “I’ve never even heard dogs yap as much as you!” he added, before letting out a frustrated groan.

“Don’t fucking say anything,” he growled when it opened its mouth again, flinging his bag onto the couch before storming off to his bedroom.

NightBon just stood there, watching Cane’s retreating form with a slightly tilted head. It definitely wasn’t used to being snapped at like that from anyone but Freddy, but it honestly wasn’t very bothered by it. It knew Cane was something of a pushover when it came to his nightmares, so it was sure that this was a very temporary thing.

It was going to wish it had been right.