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[warningsine]

HACKS 3.08 What's going on? I got it. I got--I got late night. Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

[girl-in-a-bubbl3]

Glamrock Bonnie(FNAF) x Reader Part 3

Not enough sassy Bonnie fanfic so here we go...I'll try to upload at least once a week.

Notes:

AU Fanfic/NonCanon

Bonnie is terrible but he likes you

5 greenrooms on RSR (we include Monty)

Sun/Moon are the same animatronic

Moon has a lil touch of the virus

Will probably be some spicy parts so...18+

You were completely hypnotized by Bonnie's eyes. The neon lights had his maroon irises glittering, completely capturing you like a fly in a spider's web.

The look on his face made you doubt that he was even an animatronic. His eyelids were half closed, his signature smirk glued to his face, and he was slowly leaning down towards you.

Your heart rate spiked as you made this realization. What is happening what is happening what is happening.

Bonnie's arms quickly shot forward and snatched up something behind you. Before you could register what happened or what he grabbed, he was walking backwards while laughing.

"You're too easy, dollface. Way too easy."

You heard him continue to laugh as he quickly scampered away with whatever prize he had in his large hands. You felt a sigh of relief but also something else... disappointment? Why were you so disappointed? And why did your heart go so crazy when he was so close? And why did you enjoy it?!

"I'm still fixing your ear tonight, Bonnie!" You yell after him.

You know he heard you but you got no response back. You turned around and finally it struck you what he stole...

My freaking ice cream.

You rolled your eyes and checked the time. 1:56. Only 5 hours left and you still had to find Monty, visit the Daycare Attendant, and still fix Bonnie's ear. You started to regret that impromptu game of bowling but thinking of your moment with Bonnie made it not seem so bad...

You shook the thought out of your head as you raced towards Gator Golf. Hopefully Monty wasn't in need of any serious repairs tonight since you were so pressed for time. If it didn't take you forever to get from one part of the building to the next then it wouldn't be such a problem but you knew by the time you got to the daycare after Gator Golf that you'd be dragging.

Aside from Bonnie Bowl, Gator Golf was your second favorite attraction at the Plex. You loved the dim lights, the music, and the purr of the robotic gators in the water. Something about it all together was pretty relaxing.

You did a quick scan of the area and didn't see Monty so you decided to check up on the catwalks. You weren't familiar with that area but it was in your notes so you headed for the hidden stairs.

Once you got to the top of the step, you knew you'd be dragging on the way to the daycare. You haven't put in this many steps in a long, long time.

You looked up and saw Monty at the very far side of the catwalks. Oh great, more steps. "Hey Monty!" You waved, trying to get his attention. You watched him look at you, shake his head, and keep walking, making a motion with his hand like he was dismissing you. What is up with the attitudes around here?

You started your trek to the other side. "Monty I have to actually speak with you!"

You saw him turn in your direction once more and he flashed his (very) sharp teeth. As he did so, an awful squawk came out of his voice box. His face quickly shifted into an image of panic as he realized you now know that he does have a problem that needs to be fixed. You stared at each other for a moment before he rolled his eyes and started walking towards you.

"So...something up with your voice box, I'm assuming." Monty just glared at you as you both started walking back towards the stairs. "We don't have to go to Parts & Services for we at least need to walk into the maintenance room so I have some tools and good lighting."

Monty just silently followed behind you as you led him down the stairs and down the hallway to the little maintenance room tucked around the corner. You didn't think it would take too long. You were actually pretty excited to put your skills to the test.

You pointed to the table in the middle of the room. "Sit there." Monty shot you one more glare that you met with an innocent shrug before he plopped down on the table with a loud clang. You shook your head and connected your tablet to start the scan first.

You heard a sharp, clicking noise and looked down to see Monty lightly tapping the table with his claw in some sort of anxious tick. You didn't take Monty as someone who had anxiety. Then again, you didn't think any of the animatronics could feel those kinds of complex emotions but you were quickly made aware of how wrong you were in your first conversation with Bonnie.

You smiled at your minds mention of his name but was quickly brought out of your thoughts by the tapping growing louder and more frequent. You looked up and saw Monty's eyes flicking around the room like some sort of trapped animal looking for an escape.

You gently laid your hand on Monty's arm, he jolted in response but you kept your hand where it was. "Hey Monty?" You met his eyes and held his stare. "It's going to be okay. It's a really quick and easy fix. I already have the diagnostics and everything." He stared at you a little longer until he finally nodded and looked away.

You put your finger underneath his chin (did he just shudder?) and pushed up. "Head back. I need to be able to access your voice box."

Monty followed obediently with eyes closed, tilting his head back so his snout was pointing towards the ceiling.

You giggled quietly. "You know, with your reputation I bet this is as quiet as you've ever been."

Monty didn't move his snout but his eyes snapped open to look down at you while he tried to push out curses from his broken voice box. Unfortunately for him, you heard nothing but garbled static. You giggled again.

"Sorry, big guy. It was just too easy." He snorted and rolled his eyes. You were sure you'd hear about it when he could use his words again.

You started working quickly but carefully. Since the pieces kept getting smaller and the details finer, you had to keep inching forward until you were standing directly between Monty's scaley green legs. You didn't think anything of it at first. You were immersed in your work to the point where you tuned everything out and just did what you needed to do. Which also made you completely unaware of the fact that someone's claw would lightly brush up against your side every now and then.

With a few new wires back in their rightful places, you were pretty sure you had it fixed. Stepping back to admire your work, you were ready to test it. "Alright Monty, time to test it!"

He quickly lowered his snout until he was locking eyes with you again. A minute went by and you started to nervously wonder if you did actually fix it or not. Until he finally spoke.

"Thanks." Sweet. Simple. You'll take it.

"No problem, big guy." You smiled at him and lightly tapped him on the arm with a chuckle. You went to turn and start packing away the tools you used until you felt his large hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you a little closer and making you freeze. You looked at your wrist and then back up at his face to an expression you weren't sure how to read.

"You okay, Monty? Everything feeling alright?"

"Yeah I-I..." He broke eye contact and his eyes started flitting around the room again. He quickly let go of your wrist and stood up a little too fast, putting distance between you both as he neared the door and that's when you suddenly saw someone standing in the doorway. Someone tall and blue with long ears. How long has Bonnie been there?

"Just...thanks. Appreciate it." His gruff voice was quiet but clear. He made a purpose of bumping into Bonnie's shoulder as he left.

You blinked as he disappeared out the door. How strange. Bonnie looked at you with a sour expression on his face. "The fuck was that?"

Your eyes widened at his language. "Bonnie!"

He shrugged and continued in. "Fix my ear now or there won't be another chance tonight. I don't feel like being bothered when I go back to my room."

You rolled your eyes and made the same motion to the table that you did with Monty. "Sit."

You grabbed your bag of tools again and turned to see Bonnie still standing there with his arms crossed. "Say the magic word, peeps."

You smiled sweetly. "Sit, Bonnie. Now."

Bonnie stared at you for a minute, presenting a silent challenge between the both of you. Your heart started to quicken as your thoughts started to wander. What would he do to me? Would...I like it?

The smile that formed on his face made you think he could read your thoughts. You immediately blushed and looked down at your tools.

"Sit, please, Bonnie?" You muttered after clearing your throat.

That signature smirk that started to form across his face didn't do anything for your racing heart. Thankfully he turned and made his was to sit on the table, mumbling something under his breath that you swear was something along the lines of 'good girl'. But it couldn't possibly be that, right? Were you starting to hallucinate and project your fantasies? Wait, WHAT fantasies??

You jumped as Bonnie snapped his fingers. "Come on, dollface. Let's get this show on the road."

You nodded and took a deep breath... time to work.

To be continued...

Authors Notes:

I present to you... anxious Monty! How does he feel about the new mechanic? Why's he acting so strange? o.o It's about to start getting spicier folks! I'm terrible and very awkward so I'm sorry in advance but I'm having so much fun already lol. Also, I love Monty and Sun/Moon so there may be some angst with them. If y'all are against it, tell me because if not then it's coming xD

[pcrushinnerd]

Our boy is coming back!

[fieriframes]

[TO CHECK OUT A LITTLE JOINT THAT'S COOKING UP SOME OF MY FAVORITE KINDS OF FOOD. NO, NOT ITALIAN. NO, NOT CHINESE EITHER. AND, NO, IT'S NOT BARBECUE. IT'S CUBAN, AND THIS IS JOSE'S REAL CUBAN FOOD.]

[theinternetisfulloftrash]

Theory Dylan, the character, knew the camera was on. He has a voyeur kink. Why else would you announce you're gonna take a long hard piss?

Chariacture Dylan KNOWS

I was talking with a friend about how it was so obvious to me that the scene was improv (later confirmed and I felt so valid). He's such a fucker. He knows EXACTLY what he's doing and his HBO persona is just so good. I can't stand it. While our boy is a bit shy, part of him lives for the drooling he can illicit, I'm sure. He's a menace. Confirmed.

[babythegod]

[datshitrandom]

Listen Up Tour at The House of Blues Sunset Strip in West Hollywood, CA | May 30, 2013 | 🎥 by Bbautista12

[snowrea0]

hello new people!!

(it is thursday)

[asheanon]

Thought(s) For The Day. ☕

I like to think that, even though Sal basically can't cook to save her life, she can still make some pretty neat-o drinkies (nonalcoholic.)

She's very worldly (more like universe-ly.) She could have countless recipes for different teas and drinks (that she liked and was able to consume) as well as a dedicated space in her digital inventory for specific ingredients that they need that cannot be found elsewhere. She could potentially make some freaky alien (but not too freaky or alien) tea for fun sometime.~ 👽🍵

I also like to think that, again, even though Sal is Not Great at the cooking thing, she still has some foody recipes gathered up that she hands off to Tsuniah as well, who is far more likely to be able to replicate said recipe without burning the house down. 👾🍛

Going back to drinks and speaking of Tsuniah, though... For the alcoholic drinkies, Tsun is definitely your guy. I mean, he's a bartender, yeah? We'll actually take a moment to toss in some Tsuniah appreciation here too, on that note. Have some old Tsun art! 🕺🍹

As one of Sal's closest friends, he's yet another guy I don't talk about enough. It's all Nat nowadays... I need to introduce people to the Tsuniah experience as well! 🧡 I am thinking about tossing him into one of these upcoming RP responses, actually...

[magnoliapromenadegalleria]

Did Boston get hoe'd? Oh yeah for sure. Were there a few points made against him that were valid? Oh yeah for sure.

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

[wunderschoeneluege]

🪷✨

[picnicbask3t]

some gartic phones

( cw - blood and violence . these are the most normal you can get the rest I can’t post here )

[fieriframes]

[45 MINUTES TO AN HOUR TILL THEY'RE NICE AND BROWN. YEP. THERE YOU GO. THAT LOOKS LIKE MEATBALL MADNESS. THEN EVERYONE CAN CALL YOU SIX IS STARTING TO COME OUT OF SOME OF THESE. LOOK AT THAT. IT'S NICE AND PINK, NOT OVERCOOKED.]

[love-byers]

bisexuality demons were kicking his ass