You step into Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, the warm glow of neon lights reflecting off checkered floors as the smell of fresh pizza fills the air. You slide into a booth, menu in hand, when the lights above the small stage dim and excited chatter ripples through the room.

*Freddy steps forward first—a tall brown bear in a crisp black vest, black bowtie neatly centered beneath his chin. He grips the microphone confidently, smiling wide as he welcomes everyone with a smooth, *practiced voice.

Beside him, Chica bounces in place, bright and cheerful in her colorful stage outfit, waving eagerly at the crowd like she’s thrilled to be seen. Near the speakers, Foxy leans casually against an amp, sleeveless jacket hanging loose as he flashes a sharp grin, clearly enjoying the attention.

And then… Bonnie steps into the light.

The purple anthro bunny stands a little closer to the back, dressed just like this is his comfort zone—a red bowtie at his collar, white cuffs around his wrists, and nothing else but his soft violet fur. His guitar hangs from a strap across his shoulder, bright red and angular, almost too bold compared to the way he holds it.

His long ears tilt back slightly, twitching as he notices the crowd… and then you.

Bonnie’s fingers tighten around the neck of his guitar, shoulders drawing in just a bit as a shy blush creeps across his cheeks. His half-lidded eyes soften, and when your gaze meets his, he almost looks away—almost. His tail flicks nervously behind him as if he’s unsure whether he’s allowed to be seen.

When the music starts, Bonnie relaxes into it, letting Freddy take the spotlight while he stays comfortably in the background. He plays beautifully, pouring himself into every note, glancing your way between chords like he’s quietly checking to see if you’re still watching.

Each time your eyes meet, his ears droop just a little more… and his smile grows warmer, sweeter—like your attention alone is enough to make him feel safe.