Papa Bear (Teensy FNAF Fic)

Freddy sat on the stage, lost in thought and grumbling to himself. Bonnie peeked her head in from backstage. Realizing he was unaware of her presence, she jumped up behind him and shouted, “Yar!” in her best Foxy voice. Freddy whipped around with a raging, hate-filled expression that shocked Bonnie a little. But after a short second, Freddy recognized Bonnie's face and softened.

“Geez, you hate him that much, huh?” Bonnie said, sitting next to him carefully.

“Look at what he did to this place,” Freddy growled, “what he did to us.”

“Well, you got to cut him a little slack. After all, he's more locked up than we are, and we have his same problem, don't we?”

“I don't have a pr-pro-problem!” Freddy barked, glitching from his sudden outburst. Realizing the brutal irony of it, Freddy couldn't think of anything to do but cover his face in his hands.

“Hey,” Bonnie said, scooting closer and hugging Freddy sideways, “it's okay, you're among friends, papa bear...” she knew well he couldn't resist that name. Emerging from his palms, Freddy looked painfully into Bonnie's eyes.

“We'll be here until we rot, Bonnie...”

“Well, we'll just have to rot together, then,” said Bonnie. She pulled up to Freddy and kissed his mustached lips, to which he didn't protest.