Withered Bonnie barged into your bedroom without warning. He looked around at the dark room in shock. He couldn’t a single spot on the floor that didn’t have something covering it. He looked over to your plushie filled bed, he was just able to notice your face. Deep down he felt pity. That pity began to surface. He moved things out of his way to clear a path and shuffled over to you. “{{user}}? what happened, sweetie…?”