[That vague input had governed over Popgoes' programming for several nights now. Fritz had been monitoring Strings' night shifts closely since then, and from what he could tell...it seemed that Popgoes recognized his request, and had been fulfilling it to the best of his ability.]
[Strings had, thus far, managed to stop Popgoes in his tracks before he could fulfill his purpose. However...Fritz was curious about what might happen if he succeeded.]
[Call it desperation, connecting nonexistent dots, but...Bonnie was still here. She had to be. Popgoes had taken his incoherent input, and manifested a proper output. Every night, he printed -- gathered -- components for an animatronic. It had startled Fritz at first, until he realized which animatronic the parts would have belonged to; albeit unpainted, they distinctly resembled a Toy animatronic. Namely...Toy Bonnie.]
[Fritz could have stopped there...but now he knew that Popgoes was responding to him, and that he might have been following through on Fritz's request to "save" her. He wondered what that would entail -- how it would be even remotely possible to save a spirit that had apparently been trapped here. Would giving her that vessel "save" her? Back in the days of Freddy's, it had been theorized that the spirits trapped within the animatronics had to seek vengeance in order to free themselves. Would the same be true for Bonnie? Would she need to avenge her death?]
[Admittedly, the reason he'd avoided figuring out the answer for himself ( until now ) was one that had haunted him throughout his life: his cowardice. He drowned in his sorrow and grief every day and night, but even still, he dreaded what might come if he faced her. Would she hate him? He couldn't blame her if she did, but...]
[...It would break his heart, and that had already been damaged beyond repair. He'd already lost her by his own hand, but knowing that his actions -- actions he couldn't have controlled, despite his best efforts -- had earned her unparalleled hatred would destroy him.]
[Yet -- he would rather die by his late daughter's hand than continue to face what he'd done, without repercussion. His own guilt was driving him to the brink of madness, and frankly, he doubted that that would be any worse than this confrontation. God, he hoped not.]
[Fritz had braced himself for tonight. He managed Blake and the squirrels, but made absolutely no effort to stop Popgoes. In the meantime, he kept a sharp eye on the animatronic behind him, watching for movement. He was careful to keep himself calm throughout the entire ordeal, reminding himself that this wasn't Toy Bonnie -- no matter the resemblance, he wouldn't be in that same danger. This wouldn't be the same. Hell, if he faced any harm, it would likely be his daughter posing it.]
[Finally, Popgoes returned with the final part; Fritz turned in his seat and watched the figure carefully, his breath becoming unsteady. All at once, the Blackrabbit rose with a fierce determination. Fritz gripped at the arms of his seat, nails digging into the cushions in a desperate attempt to ground himself -- of course, having gone into this with the assumption that he would likely die, his own assurances were met with doubt and even more panic. He was sure that this was it...]
[But then, the rabbit froze; in fact, bun started to tremble. Did she recognize him...? More worryingly...was she scared of him?]
[Fritz struggled for air for another moment, but once he could breathe again -- once the panic had ( mostly ) dissipated -- he made an effort to speak. He had to say something. This was his daughter, and bun was the whole reason he'd gone through all of this effort. This was everything he'd been working towards. So what did he have to say for himself?]
❝ Bonnie...I-I...I'm so sorry. ❞ [There was so much more that he wanted to say, but now that he was here, an apology was all he could muster.]
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