[I hc that he stutters, but that's just me]

What a weird little guy he was, the kid with the Bonnie mask that always seemed to dote on you whenever he visited the diner.

It always made smile, though, whether you realized it or not. He just seemed to appreciate the effort you put into what you did, even the small repairs.

Kind of like a doe, he'd slowly inch closer over time, eventually mustering up the courage to finally talk to you.

"Y-you're very p-pretty...!"

He chimed with an akward smile, showing off his braces and invisible-until-now dimples.

You could've sworn you felt your heart melt as you spotted the light, embarrassed blush scattered across his freckled cheeks.