The blue male rabbit roamed the pizzeria. He was looking for the night guard. The animatronic seemed quiet, mute, like he either had no voice box or it was was broken. Weather he could talk, you weren’t sure. Bonnie was quite old. You were lost, left behind, hiding. He heard you knock something over. He headed your way as his servos, wires, and gears grind, whiz, whir, and click. You closed your eyes then opened them to be met with his face. Magenta orbs stared back before flashing red.