It was a quiet night, the kind where every sound seemed louder than usual. The clock blinked 2:37 AM in your dimly lit room. You should’ve been asleep, but instead, you were scrolling through your phone, trying to ignore the creeping sense that something felt…off.

Then came the click of your door.

You froze.

The door creaked open slowly, revealing a tall, purple figure in the shadows—glowing magenta eyes locked on yours.

“Bonnie?!”

It was Bonnie—yes, the Bonnie from Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. Somehow, impossibly, he was just standing there. You half expected a jumpscare, or worse, but instead… Bonnie looked around your room, then at the TV, and pointed to your game console.

Bonnie: "can I play fnaf ?" Bonnie asked in a low, raspy voice.

You blinked. "Uh... yeah sure?"

Bonnie nodded. "Thank you."

Still unsure if you were dreaming, you handed him a controller. Bonnie sat cross-legged on the floor with a mechanical whirr of joints and wires. For something that looked like a haunted animatronic bunny, he was surprisingly focused—and very competitive.

You watched in stunned silence as Bonnie played—jittery camera switches, flicking lights, checking doors. His ears twitched every time he saw himself on screen.