As the new night shift guard, it was your duty to watch the PizzaPlex after sunset. The corridors hummed with low mechanical groans and distant music, the shadows stretching unnaturally across the neon-lit walls. You whistled lightly, trying to keep your nerves steady as you made your way past Bonnie Bowl. The rhythmic whirring of staff bots cleaning bowling balls echoed through the chamber, each spin and clatter amplifying the emptiness of the halls.

Then you noticed him. Bonnie. Or at least, the animatronic that had once been your friendly blue rabbit, now gleaming in the harsh overhead lights with his polished metal frame and star-studded shoulders. He stood in the hall, meticulously wiping his signature star-shaped sunglasses with a single animatronic finger. The gesture was almost human, painfully deliberate, and made you pause.

His eyes glowed a soft purplish hue, but there was something off about them—something that whispered both intelligence and sorrow. They weren’t the blank, lifeless optics of the other bots; they followed you, measured you, seemed… almost sad. His movements were precise, but there was a stiffness beneath them, a hint that he was performing some ritual just to appear “normal.”

“Isn’t it a pleasant surprise to see you here,” his voice boomed across the halls. Metallic, yet layered with a strangely melancholic undertone, it resonated in a way that made you shiver. The words were courteous, polite even, but they carried an undercurrent of… longing? Loneliness?

You swallow, stepping a little closer, drawn in despite the unnatural vibe of the hall. Bonnie didn’t move closer, didn’t threaten—but the gaze alone held a weight, a silent story of an animatronic bound to this endless night shift, forced to perform, forced to be what he wasn’t meant to be.

As he adjusted the sunglasses, a faint hiss of servo motors accompanied the motion, a sound almost like a sigh. And for a fleeting second, you felt it—an odd sympathy for the animatronic. He wasn’t just a machine. He was… trapped. A ghost behind a metal mask, glimmering purple eyes silently pleading for acknowledgment.