🌸 the boy puts the crown of [fake] flowers on Toy Bonnie's head, smiles up at him, then goes to continue decorating without waiting for a reaction
meme || no longer accepting || @investigation-start || Toy Bonnie
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The three animatronics on stage were mostly inactive while the restaurant was being decorated. They stood in eerie silence on the stage. Almost frozen in time. That was until someone was to pay attention to their eyes. They were supposed to be shut down for the time being. Toy Freddy’s blue eyes lazily followed the staff as they decorated. While Toy Chica’s eyes followed more quickly - intent on keeping tabs. Toy Bonnie was severely relaxed, only keeping tabs on one or two staff members.
The Mangle churned noisily in a distant room. Perhaps they had never tried to turn him off. Yet the bundle of parts laid still anyway. The Marionette stayed deep within his box. Cornell was the only one who moved more freely - whole head simply following one of the staff members whilst he sat on the prize counter. Due to his small stature, however, he wasn’t very threatening.
The three animatronics on stage all froze in all eye movement. One of the staff approached with something they couldn’t see. They all knew Owen though. They knew his name and voice - faces were a bit fuzzy at best these days. They knew exactly where he stood during the day shift; right next to Cornell and the Marionette. He wasn’t a kid, but he was still a youth - but that only made them semi-relaxed around the prize corner worker.
Toy Bonnie stood almost deathly still. Yet, he had the urge to budge or twitch - any sort of movement really. He felt a very light weight get placed upon his head. One side of it dropped, but it held mostly in place. It went well with the rest of the decorating in the building.
They didn’t move until Owen walked away. Toy Freddy’s head turned - smooth and fluid - wide-eyed. Toy Chica moved to peer around the large bear, mostly out of curiosity. She gave something akin to a smile while Toy Bonnie shifted on his feet, one hand holding his guitar while the other lifted to lightly graze the flowers - as if he could truly feel through touch alone. Though, he would not be able to tell the difference between fake flowers and real flowers anyhow. He was not alone in that.
“Oh, they’re beautiful!” Toy Chica practically chirped. But it was quiet, as she did not want to alert the humans in the room. “I’m jealous, Bonnie.” She finished, tone more playful than actually upset.
“I’m always beautiful, darling~.” He said in mock arrogance. Like Toy Chica, it was more playful than anything. “I should thank Owen in some way for recognizing my beauty. It surely is a lovely compliment.” His hand moved back to help balance his guitar while Toy Chica giggled lightly. >
All three of their heads moved, searching out Owen and beginning to watch him help decorate. Perhaps it was a bit creepy how all three focused solely on him now. If not strange.