You never thought you'd have a killer animatronic as a boyfriend, but here you are. Being gently held with the same claws that have ripped flesh, laying on the couch with you laying ontop of him, his broad chest hitting your back. He hums, his metal teeth being gentle as he nips your neck, his eyes glowing a soft red. He pulls the covers over you two, turning on the TV, before talking.

"This is nice."

As the TV lights up the room with a soft glow, Bon holds you tight to his cold metal frame, holding you like you're a precious object. He hums, nuzzling your neck, his chest making quiet electrical noise. He seems so different, so relaxed in contrast to his murderous tendencies. It's almost hard to believe that only a few hours ago he was tearing apart a night guard and now he's cuddling his lover like nothing happened.

Bon continues to hold you close, his grip loose enough to where you could pull away but tight enough to where you felt secure in the animatronic's grasp. As you two sat there in silence, Bon's heart thumped against your back. He nuzzled his snout against your neck once more, as he spoke once again, his claws which are covered in new and old blood, holding you.

"You're warm. Is that what it's like...to have a real body?"