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The sun shone gently on the lush green grass. Its yellow rays cast such a pleasant, soft light. It warmed you gently, a slightly cool breeze gently brushed against your skin.

The color of the sky was just as rich and vibrant as the color of grass. You heard birds singing somewhere in the background and the distant laughter of children near the pizzeria. Usually no one wanted to play with you, at some point you gave up trying to make friends your age.

You looked sadly towards the playground next to the pizzeria, but you were distracted by your mum’s voice calling you over from the lawn where you’d been picking beautiful flowers. You smiled carefree, turning your head one last time towards the grass carpeted with golden flowers, watching as a plump bumblebee buried its snout in the canary yellow pollen.

The bee flew away and you picked a flower for yourself. You held the flower up to your nose. It smelled lovely, but you felt a tingling and a prickle in your nose, and you sneezed. You wiped your wet nose with your fist, already holding a beautiful little bouquet of flowers.

You felt as though you were dreaming. You had imagined things so often that you had lost yourself in it. You could only see the details, everything else seemed to turn into a white fog. It was as if you were a crayon drawing on a white sheet of paper: all you could see was the lawn, you, Mum, the blue sky and the white emptiness behind.

Mum called you again.

She was standing by the kerb. She had a black bag slung over her shoulder. When she wore it, it always meant she would be working late, you didn't like the look of it.

She grew impatient with your desire to just ‘pop out for a second’ to pick a pretty flower for your superstar - Spring Bonnie. Which ended up taking a little longer than expected.

Although, perhaps, you were deliberately stalling, not wanting to let your lovely mum go. At the very least, she should have stayed with you a little longer than your father usually does.

Why are grown-ups so busy with boring stuff? You wondered as you quietly walked back to her.

"Mom can we have some icecream when we get home?"

"No."

She took you by the hand and you quietly made your way to the huge glass entrance doors of Fredbear's Family Diner.

The sound of children’s shouts and cheerful music filled your ears. It wasn't too loud, and there weren't many children around. But the atmosphere was still unnerving.

Your mum walked over to the girl at the till. They were having a chat. You frowned when your mum kept glancing in your direction. Were they talking about you? How rude, you thought.

Your mum crouched down and tapped your scowled nose with her finger. You looked at her, puzzled.

“Mum and Dad are very busy today, so stay here for a while. I will come and pick you up this evening.”

She stood up and stroked your head gently. You hugged her leg tightly, not wanting to let her go.

"Dont leave me mommy..."

Your eyes suddenly filled with tears and you looked up at her plaintively. She bent down, gently unwrapped your arms from around her hip and gave a little pet on your head.

"Be a good girl and listen to the grown-ups."

She left.

The woman in the yellow shirt and purple tie leaned over and placed her hand on your back. Although you could tell straight away from her expression that she didn’t really care.

With her hand on your shoulder she led you deeper into the building, where there were various attractions, and you were dazzled by a kaleidoscope of different coloured lights.

She left too, leaving you all alone...

You sat down, propping your cheeks on your elbows. Tears streamed from your eyes, even though you didn’t want to cry that much. It was beyond your control.

A girl somewhere in distance pointed at you and whispered something to her friends. You wiped your face with the back of your hand, looking away as you tried to compose yourself.

Your gaze fell downward, unwilling to look at the girls laughing at something. You really hoped it was not about you. Your gaze fell on flowers that lay nearby. You suddenly felt sorry you had picked them, because now they would inevitably wilt.

You tucked your legs and buried your face in your pink knees out of boredom and mild melancholy.

You spent some time like that. Nothing happened in the restaurant. You fell into something between daydreaming and hypnagogia.

You saw the sun and the grass. Your dad hugged you, and your mom stroked your hair. You giggled softly and drew bright pictures next to your friend - a yellow bunny with beautiful green eyes. Oh, how you wished you had friends.

A low voice brought you out of this state, it sounded caring.

You looked up, your tear-stained eyes suddenly lighting up. Speak of the angel, here he is.

A massive robot, covered in soft saffron yellow fur. He lowered himself gracefully, the soft fur catching the coloured lights as he bent to your level.

“Oh dear…” he murmured, voice warm and smooth, touched with a light, almost playful British lilt. “Now this simply won’t do.”

Up close, he seemed even larger.

“What’s all this?” he went on gently. “A lovely day, bright flowers, and yet...” he tilted his head, as if puzzled, playing his character “someone’s been crying..?”

You tightened your grip on the little bouquet. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that you wanted to give them to him. You couldn’t even collect your thoughts and say something to him. After a few seconds of silence, you suddenly looked down in embarrassment, realising how clumsy you were.

You’d never thought you’d actually speak to him in person. You’d only seen him on stage a few times. At those moments, he didn’t seem as alive as he does now... and he never looked at you like that. Of course he didn’t, since it was usually a robot and a backing track performing on stage, not the actor, but you didn’t know that.

“Ah,” he said softly, after a short pause without an answer

“Picked them yourself, did you?”

His gaze dropped to the flowers in your hands.

“Delicate little things,” he went on. “You seem to be a romantic, sensual soul.”

“You must have a rather tender... fragile heart, I think.”

The word 'tender' rolled off his tongue deliciously. He lifted his large hand, then hesitated just before touching you, tilting his head.

“May I?”

His fingers brushed lightly beneath your eye, wiping away the tear that had clung there. The touch was gentle, you leaned againt his paw, it was so soft and pleasent.

“There now… no need for all that,” he murmured.

His voice softened further, dipping into something intimate. He looked down at you with a slightly strange expression. You couldn’t quite make out what he was feeling and immediately worried that you were doing something wrong. ‘It’s probably a bit rude to just press up against him like this,’ you thought, and immediately pulled away.

He was silent for a moment, staring down. Then he looked off into the distance, his eyes scanning the entire room as if searching for something, and returned to you.

“......Where are your mum and dad, hm?” he asked casually your eyes got wet again, you sniffled, a lump got stuck in your throat.

Inside the hot suit, William felt his throat dry up as he looked at your big pleading eyes. Tears were glistening. Such charming, adorable eyes. He wanted to make you cry, to see your face getting red in distress, but he swallowed his desire for now. Biting his lip, he murmured understandingly. A faint, knowing hum.

“Off being terribly busy, I shouldn’t wonder.”

You nodded, the childishly offended look on your face again. So obvious and expected.

“They do that, you see. Grown-ups. Always in such a hurry to be elsewhere.”

"So unfair!" You said quietly, barely louder than a whisper.

He gave a small, sympathetic smile, Well, that's how it looked, his bunny face didn't show any strong emotions, you just had to rely on his body language.

Your voice sounded so gentle and soft. He loved how quiet you were. It made him wonder if you would be as quiet even when you were in pain. The children irritated him, mainly because they were noisy, and he was especially irritated by their screaming.

“And they’ve left you here on your own?”

“Mom said she would come back… but she is always late.”

“Well,” he said lightly, “that simply won’t do either.”

You nodded, your feet dangling as you sit.

"Tell me, little one…"

"What is your name?"

You murmured your name softly, without taking your eyes off him.

A slow chuckle rumbled in his chest

"Ah. How lovely." 

"And here I thought you might already know mine..." 

"Yeah.. You are my favourite!.. Bonnie the Bunny~" You smiled shyly exclaiming childishly joyfully but restrainedly.

His eyebrow rose and he straightened slightly.

Then, with the ease characteristic of a gentleman, he took your small hand in his. The contrast was striking: his fingers were large, made to seem even larger by the fur, whilst yours were delicate, as if made of cotton candy. He raised it to the face of his mask. Your hand barely brushed against his nose, but your cheeks flushed at the touch. You felt like a princess.

"My pleasure to meet you, little lady," he murmured against your skin

"The pleasure is mine" you replyed politely

His attention returned to your flowers.

“Tell me,” he added, with a soft, almost playful curiosity, "Did someone gave them to you?"

You blushed.

"Ah I see now. Maybe those are for someone special?”

“For a friend, perhaps?”

He leaned in just a little closer, lowering his voice.

“They’re…” you began, your voice faltered.

For a moment, you looked down at the flowers instead of at him. Their yellow petals caught the soft glow of the overhead lights, turning them almost golden.

“They’re for you, Bonnie.”

The words came out barely above a whisper again. You held them out to him slowly.

He looked at you. Somewhy you held your breath.

“…For me?” he repeated softly. There was genuine pleasant surprise and disbelief in his voice.

He reached out with his large, padded fingers closed around the fragile bouquet.

“my my…~” he murmured, studying and observing them. “Aren’t I the fortunate one.”

The golden petals brushed against the soft yellow of his fur, nearly blending into it.

"Although I had always been of the understanding that it is the gentleman’s place to present flowers to the Lady, isnt it?"

You shrugged

He tilted his head slightly, that same gentle, almost fairytale manner and his theatrical gestures returning.

“I do believe,” he said, lowering his voice again, “that makes us friends, doesn’t it?”

His gaze lifted back to you.

“And I always take special care of my friends.”

"Thank you my dear..."

You blushed, again unable to find the courage to say anything else. You nodded instead.

For some reason, your heart is beating incredibly fast. You're so glad he considers you his friend. You feel almost hypnotized.

“You’ve very good taste, you know,” he added, glancing down at you again. “And such lovely manners. Not everyone thinks to bring a gift.”

“I do appreciate that.”

He straightened just a little, towering even more.

“And friends, oughtn’t to sit about feeling miserable, should they?”

“That would be terribly dull.” he said scoffing theatrically at the word terribly

“There are quieter corners here,” he said quietly, as if it were a secret, and looked around, checking if anyone is nearby or they are all alone. There was no one but two of them. “And since we are friends now…” he added gently, “…it would be my pleasure to show you.”

"Quieter corners?" You finally allowed yourself to feel more at ease with him.

"I dont like quiet corners. When I misbehave, I am punished by being made to stand in a boring corner." you murmured innocently

“Oh?”

A quiet, amused note slipped into his voice.
“Well now… is that so?”

He leaned just a fraction closer, lowering himself again to your height, as though letting you in on something rather special.

“So you’re the troublesome one, are you?” he murmured lightly, a faint chuckle following. “The sort that gets sent to stand in corners.”

His head tilted, studying your face with a curious sort of fondness.

“I shouldn’t have guessed.”

“But I don’t think that sounds quite right,” he went on, softer now. “You don’t seem the sort to misbehave.”

“Perhaps,” he added, “you’re simply… misunderstood.”

"I just want mommy and daddy to spend more time with me, Bonnie..." You said almost crying again.

His eyes glittered beneath the mask. William felt like he'd hit the jackpot.

"They don't understand you, no one understands you. Only I understand you, sweatheart"

He said patting and stroking your hair.

“I promise, dear”

“these corners are nothing like that. I didn't mean it that... literally."

A faint smile touched his tone.

“I would never punish you for your basic needs, sugarplum.”

“Well?”

“What do you think?”

“Shall we go somewhere nicer?”

He repeated what seemed to be the same thing, seemingly impatient to hear your answer. Although, he really didn't care what your answer is.

You opened your mouth to agree and he was already leading you by the hand somewhere.

The two of you began to walk out of the main hall. You turned your head around. Something felt so odd. The bright shiny carousel with cute horses was spinning slowly and playing the same circus themed tune. You passed by a pile of multi-colored balloons tied to triangular foil weights. You noticed what looked like a blurry reflection of you two on one of the glossy baloon.

For some reason, at that moment, you felt as though you were in limbo again. You’d often had that feeling but didn’t know how to describe it. Everything seemed like a dream, as if it weren’t real.

You looked up again, your rabbit friend was so tall, towering over you like a mountain.

You couldn’t stop thinking about how lovely it had been to hold his hand. Your heart fluttered at the way he squeezed your little hand.

You suddenly realised why you’d had that feeling. Thid deja vu. You’d once dreamed of taking Bonnie the rabbit by the hand and kissing him on the snout, just like the lovers did in the TV series your mum used to watch.

You blushed at the thought. You were friends. How could you think such a thing?

Then he stopped, and you bumped into the soft fur of his leg. He looked down at you, and you looked up at him. A wide, embarrassed smile appeared on your face as you hugged his leg slightly.

His eyes were dark behind the mask, he was like a wolf in sheep's clothing and saliva was already drooling from his mouth.

You noticed you were standing before massive metal door. There was a red 'staff only' sign on it. He pushed it and it opened with a groan. The hinges were stiff from disuse. The room beyond was dim, lit only by the glow of a single flickering bulb. The air smelled of something like metal. Your fingers twitched in William’s grip, his furred paw tightened around your small hand. Your breath hitched nervously.

"Now, now, little one," he murmured, his voice a velvet purr. "No need to be afraid." 

The hollow black eyes staring down at you with unnerving stillness.

"This is just between us, hmm? A special place for special friends."

He guided you inside, the door shutting behind you with a quiet click. The walls were lined with shelves cluttered with broken animatronic parts rusted gears, cracked plastic eyes.

There was a table in the middle of the room with some papers on it, they reminded you of your mum’s boring job.

There was a desk lamp on the table too, you switched it on, and the room felt more welcoming as its golden glow illuminated the two of you.

Rabbit came up behind you and placed the flowers you’d given him on the table humming some sort of classic melody, the same one you were sure you heard in the pizzeria before.

He led you to a worn leather armchair standing next to the table.

With a grace that belied his intimidating stature, he sat down and patted his knee, his expression was unreadable.

"Come here, sweetheart. Up you go," he coaxed.

You tilted your head nervously. Even your dad hasn't hugged you in a while. But you remember that Easter at the mall, you sat on a easter bunny's lap for a picture. You thought it wasn't weird at all. Kids sit on Santa's lap too. So why the thought of sitting so close to Bonnie the bunny made your heart race?

You walked slowly toward him and didn't quite sit down... more like leaned with your rear against his thigh.

He wrapped a sturdy arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.

You lifted your head to look up and seemed to fall into the softness of his chest. You hugged him and almost whined.

"I like you Bonnie."

He was remaining silent for a while before answering you.

"...You do?"

"Why, thank you! I am deeply flattered, darling..."

He sounded chuffed. You didn't realize how tense he was at that moment. And his hand dropped from your waist down.

His palm cupped your buttock. It seemed like it fit perfectly if it wasn't even noticeably less. You were embarrassed and shuddered at the strange sensation, but he pressed you closer with his hand, making you think he was just correcting your position.

Your palms lay on his chest and you buried your face in him again. The scent of cigarette smoke and cologne drifted from him. Your dad smelled similar, but he used a more subtle perfume.

And he still seemed so pleasant, comfortable... tender... you suddenly felt the prick in your nose again and your lips trembled. Your shoulders shook, you sniffled, and tears began to flow uncontrollably from your eyes again. You're so tender. Such a vulnerable little girl.

William glanced down, noticing the strange twitches. He froze, uncertainly, before realizing you were crying. He cursed under his breath and removed his hand from your ass. What's wrong now? After all, he thought he’d managed to win your trust. Were you afraid of him?

A sudden flood of tears seemed to burst through a dam inside you. One moment you were revelling in the intoxicating warmth of his closeness, and the next it happened. You didn’t understand why you were crying. Perhaps it was the realisation of just how lonely you were, but also the joy of being held by the one you’d only ever dreamed of. Or perhaps it was a longing for his pity and attention. You sobbed quietly, pressing yourself against his chest, your small hands clinging to his fur.

William stared at the top of your head, frowning in genuine annoyance. He’d tried so hard to create this atmosphere. He’d brought you to his hideaway, invited you to sit on his lap, played the part of the caring dad, and yet you behaved like this.

"Shh, shh... now, none of that," he murmured, his voice regaining that silky, patronizing sweetness.

He began to rock you gently, a rhythmic, swaying motion designed to mimic a cradle. "What is it, little dove? Did my little gesture frightened you?"

He reached up, using his thumb to brush away the hot streaks of moisture on your cheeks.

"Look at me."

When you peeked up through wet lashes he shuddered... oh dear god... oh bloody lord... you looked even better than he imagined your tear-stained face. Such a mess. Your red cheeks and nose, he wanted to smack that face to see it terrified. His mouth became dry.

The kindness in William’s eyes began to sour. The patience he had been carefully faking started to wear thin. Seeing you so helpless, stirred something reaallly... fucking dark and twisted in his gut. Yes, the sight of other people's suffering brought more and more blood down.

"Is this truly necessary?" he asked, his voice losing its doting honeyed lilt.

"All this weeping... it's quite exhausting, isn't it? To be so perpetually needy?"

You blinked, stunned. You felt a fresh wave of shame wash over you, a stinging realization that perhaps you were being too much, too difficult, too burdensome.

You must have started to irritate him just like you did your mom and dad, you suddenly realized.

"Am... am I being a bad girl?" you whimpered, your lip trembling violently as you searched his face for the warmth that had just vanished.

Instead of reassurance, he gave you a dry, mocking tilt of his head. "Perhaps you are. Perhaps you simply crave attention because you don't know how to exist without someone holding your hand, you dumb little brat."

You hadn't expected him to be angry not when he had been so kind just moments ago. The confusion only made the heartache worse. But you hugged him.

"I am sorry... I am really sorry... I won't cry again.. I promise I will be good."

William loved this total vulnerability.

"You’d better be."

He allowed himself to savour the spectacle. Oh, you’d be so unlucky to face much more problems in your adult life. Such a desperate need for the very person who had just hurt you...

"Oh, hush now... hush," he murmured, and his voice once again took on that rich, velvety, silky tone.

The transition was frighteningly smooth. His strong arms had wrapped around you again, pressing you against the heat of his chest. He leaned towards you and pressed his muzzle against your face. His rabbit ears bent over you.

"Forgive me too, sweetheart. Bonnie was being a bit too stern, wasn't he?"

He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his stubble grazing your sensitive skin in a way that sent a confusing shivers.

"I am not like your mommy and daddy, I am your friend after all..."

He pressed the muzzle of his suit to the top of your head, oh how he wanted to kiss you. But instead, he inhaled deeply the scent of your baby shampoo.

"You aren't a bad girl," he whispered against your temple, his tone dripping with a sincerity that felt almost holy.

He pulled back to cup your face in both hands forcing you to look into the darkness of his eyes. He wiped away the fresh deluge of tears with his thumbs, his gaze softening into a look of profound devotion. When his finger was so close to your eyes, he wondered if they would burst, crush, or fall out of your sockets if he pressed hard.

"You are the most wonderful girl in this entire, wretched place. My little pretty lady. Understood?"

Ah his words were so nice, it tasted like honey.

This was enough to make you believe him. The oscillation between his freezing coldness and his burning warmth was dizzying, leaving you feeling lightheaded and desperately clinging to him.

His hand, which had been so tenderly wiping your tears, slid downward, his fingers splaying across your ribs. You weren't just small for your age, but also quite skinny because your mom never watched your diet, and you didn't like the food at home.

You felt his hands travel over your striped pink and white tank top. It was a little awkward and ticklish. You started giggling and laughing on his lap. Your hips moved against him. He clenched his jaw tightly, irritated that he couldn't feel enough with that stupid suit separating him and you.

"There now," he murmured chuckling. “There it is, that laugh. I knew it was still in there."

"Please stop Bonnie!~" You exclaimed, giggling, growing louder, pushing his already shaky self-control further to the breaking point.

His hands were pulling your shirt while tickling you, your creamy stomach became more and more exposed. And in a fit of laughter, you began to gasp and make sounds that made him stop. His suit was really starting to feel tight and so fucking hot at that moment.

You rested your hands on his knees and arched your back slightly, trying to control your breathing.

He was doing something with his hands. You realized he was removing some kind of clasps and the yellow mechanical gloves fell to the ground.

Before you knew it, you felt hot, massive hands on your body. They were rough, and he cupped your ribs with both hands. He felt your rapid heartbeat. His breathing became heavier. His thumbs rested just below where your ribs ended and the softness of your organs began. He pressed with his fingers, bending them so that they sank into the soft flesh, lifting your ribs slightly separated by thin layer of muscles, fat and skin.

"Ouch..." You trembled and gasped in pain.

You hugged his big hand and muttered.

"I like cuddling with you, Bonnie, but you are pressing too hard..."

You weren't really sure if it was okay for him to touch you like that. Goosebumps ran through your body. Your parents never touched you like that.

Yeah Afton couldnt think straight right now. And you had no idea how hard you made him when pressed against him like that.

Slowly, he would lean down, his nose velvet brushing against yours.

His hands would slide upward, tracing the line of your ribs toward your heart, wanting to feel the frantic rhythm of your pulse under his fingertips. He would wrap his arms around you fully now, crushing you against the solid warmth of his torso.

You felt his arms on your back, sliding lower and lower as he reached your cute little shorts.. toying with the fabric a little where it didn't touch your back.

"Bonnie..?"

you whispered and blushed again, remembering that adult series your mum watched again. "I think... maybe it's not right for friends to play like this..."

William tsked and rolled hus eyes, but you couldn't see it through the mask. The man leaned toward your ears, muttering.

"As if you know anything about friends."

Slightly offended, you pulled away from him, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Huh? That's very rude, Bonnie..."

He chuckled then teased

"You dont have any, so how would you know, baby doll?"

"I don't really like this..." you mumbled and placed your hand on his palm, moving him slightly away from your rear and adjusting your shirt awkwardly with the other one.

He leaned over you and placed his large hands on your shoulders, forcing you to look into his eyes.

"You have to trust me. Don't upset your big fluffy bunny friend, alright? "

His hands dropped to your waist again and, squeezing tightly on you, he lifted you up so that you were sitting stomach to his stomach with both your legs on either side of him. You felt very awkward.

His hands were on both your hips. A knot of tension formed in your stomach... you felt like something was very wrong.

Then his hand, or rather just his thumb, slid under your shorts... you felt his rhythmic movements on your panties. With his other hand, he unbuttoned your shorts.

You glanced at him uncertainly and questionly. You were old enough to know that other people beside your parents shouldn't undress you or touch your 'cookie'.

“I... want to cheer you up..." He explained himself

"You'll enjoy that, dear."

You wanted to say something, but he pressed a little harder and you shuddered, exclaiming a little when a strange sensation formed in your womb.

You let out a shaky sigh, leaning over and resting your hands on his torso.

He smiled, observing this reaction and feeling your trembling body. Seems like that was too much, he thought and eased his circular movements, looking at you with a slight smirk under his mask.

"How does it feel?"

"I am not sure..." You answered, you felt strange, your head was spinning, and your heart beat faster, probably because of fear.

"Have you ever touched yourself here?" William asked as if he was reproaching while continuing to touch you.

You blushed, it seemed shameful. You remembered how one day, while lying in bed with your cuddly toys, you discovered that when you lay down with your stomach on one of them, you suddenly felt a pleasant pain... just like now. You sometimes rubbed the area below your belly against your big pink teddy bear, while hugging him. It was nice, but you were sorry to Mister Bear for doing such things.

You didn't want to confess to Bonnie covering your face with both hands.

Seeing this reaction, he giggled. Ah such a bad girl, he thought.

"Its okay, you can tell me~"

"I won't tell anyone... Don't hide your secrets from me..."

His warm, caring voice melted you. You confessed through your hands on your face.

"I cuddled with Mr. Bear inappropriately..." you muttered.

He paused to process this.

For a fleeting, irrational second, his mind had raced to Henry. Could she mean, Henry, that asshole in Fredbear's costume?

His eye twitched in a nervous way, he felt slightly ashamed of the ridiculous thought. Of course it wasn't like that, Henry is a decent man unlike William, but what then? What is she talking about? Could it be that someone had laid their predator paws on her before him? A note of jealousy struck William.

"And who, may I ask, is Mr. Bear?"

"Mr. Bear is a stuffed toy... Toy that my dad gave me for my birthday."

"Is that so?" He said in that british manner amused

"I wanted my dad to hug me more. But he couldn't, so he bought me a plush."

You added, not sure why.

You sounded miserable. You weren't conscious enough to realise that, deep down, you said it because you wanted him to pet, kiss and hug you.. and even pity you. You always had that feeling that people dont care, you eanted someone to care, to comfort and cherish you totaly.

He tilted his head, observing the way your blush deepened, seemingly enjoying the view. A slow, wicked smirk spread across his lips behind the mask.

Bonie let out a dry exhale that might have been a sigh or chuckle, his hand retreated to cup your wrists, slowly peeling your hands away from your blushing face. He didn't let you hide anymore, forcing you to look at him.

His other hand had now slipped completely under your shorts and knickers, resting on your buttock. He was squeezing you painfully, and his thumb began to press just a little lower. For some reason, your knickers had become damp, which gave him great satisfaction. You were truly a rare find...

He couldn’t get the images out of his head: what your blood would look like on his hands, and how your lungs would inflate and deflate as air seeped into the cavity of your small, slashed abdomen, causing a pneumothorax, and how you would cough up blood from the gash in your severed throat...how he will silence your wheezing and cries for help with his mouth and take your last breath. Oh, how lovely it would be to plunge his hands deep into your insides and feel the fading heat of your damp entrails, whilst the blood congeals on his hands, turning into sticky, burgundy-coloured sludge as he would stroke himself with that lube.

But killing you so quickly would be terribly, terribly boring.

You moaned loudly as he ran his finger over your bare clit. He chuckled. William couldn't resist himself. He stood up abruptly and lifted you high into the air as if you weighed nothing. He looked up at you as if admiring.

"Ah.. You are such a tempting little thing. You shall be mine..."

You smiled happily at him and giggled shyly. He spun you around in the air a few times, as if you were ragdoll.

Your dad always told you that you were a little old for that. But you loved it when he rode you when you were younger and always asked him to do that.

Bonnie sat you down on the table nearby and walked to the corner grabbing a screwdriwer from the shelf with instruments.

He was doing something quickly and impatiently, with abrupt movements. But you didn't see past his back. Instead, you unconsciously focused on the pleasant sensation pulsing between your legs. You wiggled your hips, and you liked it.

The next thing William saw when he turned around was you, wiggling your butt on the table, so needy.... It was enough for him to lunge and cover you with his body. You fell backwards onto the table and gasped in pain.

"Ouch!... Bonnie..?!"

He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head.

Having recovered a little from the pain, you raised your head and noticed that part of his suit under his stomach was now missing. You examined with interest the robotic metal parts and wires that connected his legs and stomach parts, now visible that the costume plate were missing over his groin.

Then you raised your head and met the suit's muzzle, which was inexorably approaching yours. Its mouth was wide open, and it covered your head as if it was about to eat you.

In a panic, with a trembling voice, you began to beg him.

"Don't eat me, Bonnie...! I'm not tasty - !... Dont eat me please..." you were genuinely horrified

These words and the whole situation amused him terribly, he burst into a mad malicious laugh, finding it damn hilarious.

Now that you were almost in his mouth, you couldn’t see anything inside and you felt the hard, prickly skin against yours. Like the stubble on your dad's chin.

"Oh dear but you are... I bet you’re rather sweet..."

"Thanks?..." you chuckled nervously

The rabbit began kissing you on the lips, thrusting his tongue into your mouth. You flinched slightly and tried to pull away, pushing his tongue away with yours. Your small teeth clamped together, biting the intruder. He grunted slightly and laughed into your mouth, fanning your face with hot, humid air.

You whined softly in protest. Yikes! It didnt seem very romantic... but your head was spinninh, he just french-kissed you and you blushed. Dreams come true, but you never imagined it to be like this...

He continued to silence you with his kisses, and after your little bite, you felt him impatiently pull your shorts down with his free hand. You wanted to stop it, but your hands were pinned above your head. You really didn't like what he was doing, even though you didn't quite understand what he wanted.

It reminded you of a scene from a spy movie on TV. James Bond pinned the poor lady in pink to the floor, just like William pinned you to the table surface. You chuckled at the thought that they both have thick british accent. Was Bonnie a british spy too? Your thoughts were so unserious for a situation like this, your childish mind didn't understand how fucked up this was.

At the same time, you found yourself in only your underwear, the air felt cold in those places where noone touched you before.

You held your breath, as if you were in a daze, and the lips of the man under the mask descended on your thin neck, biting you painfully.

You heard the sound of the buckle as he fiddled with it, removing his leather belt. William dropped it on the floor and released his throbbing member. When your hands were free, you placed them on his muzzle and began to push him away from you, you acted on instinct. As you pushed him away, breathing heavily, you were taken aback by the sight of his organ. To the child eye, it looked like something alien, like a xenomorph from a horror movie.

You gasped and covered your eyes with both hands, tucking your legs together. What was happening was clearly not normal.

"Bonnie... I'm scared! What are you doing?..."

William covered you again, roughly pinning you to the table with his body. He reached into your panties. Oh how he wanted to yank them off with a sharp jerk. But he removed them normally along with shorts. He is not discarding the possibility to let you go alive. Maybe. Then the parents wouldn't have any questions about their child missing underwear.

He started touching your pussy again. Spreading the moisture your body secreted. Then he pressed his finger and inserted it into you slowly and painfully.

It hurt and you cried out trembling and about to cry. He frowned.

"You promised me that you would trust me? "

You nodded.

"Why don't you relax and let me make us feel good, how about that?" He sounded rude, you didn't want to upset him again, you didn't want him to use the same tone again as when you cried. He is your only friend, after all.

"I'm an adult."

"I know what I'm doing, I know what's right. Got it?"

You nodded again and closed your mouth, holding your breath.

He began to move his finger. You couldn't relax when it was so relentlessly painful. Your eyebrows arched in a charming expression, an expression of suppressed pain.

While he was doing this, the pain gradually decreased, it didn’t disappear, but you gradually got used to the width of his finger.

He could feel your internal muscles twitching around his finger, struggling to accommodate him. You raised your head to see how what he was doing to you looked from the outside... there was a painful interest in your eyes. Then you noticed him touching his 'alien'... you looked up and through the robot's eyes you saw the glint of human silver eyes underneath. You suddenly became curious about what Bonnie actually looked like.

He touched himself and you, and seemed so focused.

"Bonnie...."

You started with a slightly shaky voice, causing him to slow down and turn his attention to you.

"Yes?"

"What is your real name?"

You were old enough to understand that he was just an actor.

The rhythmic friction of his movements slowed. These wet, slick sounds... The question made William pause. He wasn't sure if you should know. But still, you, little witch, were driving him crazy, so he introduced himself.

The golden fur of the rabbit's head casting a looming shadow over your petite frame. 

"It's William," he breathed, and took his hand away from yours private parts.

He placed his hands on your hips where your legs flexed, he spread your legs and settled between them. Something in your stomach twisted.

You suddenly felt hot flesh on your stomach. He fiddled a little, pressing on your clit with the tip of his penis, slowly moving it lower until it bumped into your entrance. You shuddered, and he abruptly thrusted into you.

The dandelions lying on the table fell to the ground when the table shook.

You let out an involuntary, loud moan. It was painful, but something about the throbbing pain gave you pleasure.

William covered your mouth with his hand and whispered into your ear breathing heavily. His throat went dry from the amount of delight he felt while playing with you. He thought his chest would explode with excitement, while the pulsation in his erection spread throughout his body.

"I'd love to hear you screaming my name, but you'd better keep quiet."

He began to move his groin back painfully slowly, pulling his member out, but not all the way, leaving the tip inside. You shook relentlessly.

"Gmhm..." you kept whinning

He began to move actively. Picking up a pace that made your eyes roll back in your head. You felt like you were going to pass out. You felt nauseous. Every time he pulled back, nearly escaping your grasp, only to slam home again with punishing hardness, your vision swam.

Afton could feel your internal walls pulsing around him, tight and desperate. In fact, he was genuinely shocked that he had managed to fit it in without injuring you... too badly... he did noticed small, smeared red stains on his cock. But this did not stop him, quite the opposite, in fact the sight of blood aroused him more.

Suddenly, he gripped your waist so tightly his knuckles turned white, anchoring you to the table so you couldn't drift away from the onslaught.

He pressed his fingers against your stomach. He loved the feel of your soft, warm belly so much. He could have sworn that, as well as feeling your delicate insides beneath a thin layer of fat, he could feel himself, his cock, stretching you from within and filling the empty space. It was divine. His wife had never been this good.

This made him way too excited.

He grabbed you by the throat and began squeezing your thin neck. He felt like he could break it if he pressed even a little harder. You were so thin and fragile.

You placed your hands on his arms, desperately trying to ease him. Your face quickly turned red from lack of air and now you were absolutely sure that you were about to lose consciousness. He chuckled maliciously. Ah the sadistic pleasure he derived from seeing your face flush, partly due to the lack of oxygen beneath his hand, partly from the sheer intensity of the pleasure he was inflicting upon you.

You suddenly felt tears streaming down your face again. Had you done something wrong again? You weren't protesting, were you? Why was Bonnie so rude to you?

"William please... it hurts..."

Hearing his name on your lips drove him wild. His excited grunts were accompanied by a particularly deep, relentless thrust. He felt you tremble with a barely perceptible, helpless vibration that ran from the very centre of your heart through your entire body.

Bloody hell. He’d given you your first orgasm. He’d had no idea your body was developed enough to be capable of it.

The queasiness peaked, turning into a dizzying whirlwind, but just as you felt you were about to lose consciousness, he changed the rhythm.

"Nauseous, are we?" he rasped

"Don't you dare close those beautiful eyes" he finally stopped squeezing your throat

Instead of those broad, vigorous thrusts, he began to press his pelvis against yours, making agonising, writhing movements. He clamped your clitoris between his pubic bone and your most sensitive folds, applying concentrated pressure that transformed your vague nausea into a sharp spark of arousal.

He hauled you up, flipping your limp, shaking body onto your stomach. Before you could even comprehend the change in position, he gathered your slender wrists, pulling them up behind your back. He used the sheer weight of his forearms to hold you there, essentially binding you with his own body, leaving your backside arched and exposed to his ravenous gaze.

"Please... William... it's too much..." you sobbed into the cold tabletop, your face was wet with tears and saliva.

Being pinned facedown, unable to move your arms, made every single thrust feel twice as deep and ten times as invasive. You felt stretched to your absolute limit, your body humming with a mixture of exhaustion and stinging soreness.

His hips re entering you with a brutal, singular lunge that made you cry out.

William was nearing his breaking point. The friction of your tight, trembling walls combined with the exquisite view of your arched, porcelain white back was pushing him toward a delirium he rarely allowed himself to experience.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath coming in jagged, scorching gasps. His hips slammed against you with a rhythmic, slapping sound that echoed loudly in the empty office.

"God... bloody hell..." he hissed, the curse tearing from his throat as the final wave of tension coiled in his gut. He tightened his grip on your bound wrists, pulling your shoulders back even further to expose the vulnerable curve of your spine. "Fuck!"

At the sound of the harsh word, you blinked. Despite the ache in your hips and the heaviness in your limbs you thought it would be funny to tease him.

"William..." you whimpered softly "that's a bad word..."

A muffled, choked sound escaped his chest. He froze mid-thrust, his whole body tensing as he entered you fully, pulsing deep inside, his spent energy surging in huge, hot waves. You felt a fluid filling you, unable to escape because of how tightly he filled you with his member. You've got him in a vice-like grip.

William shifted slightly, loosening his grip on your wrists and smoothing the tangled mass of your hair with a surprisingly gentle hand. "My apologies, little saint.."
Reluctantly, he pulled his soft cock out of you. You felt terribly empty inside without him.

He stood up, his large frame blocking out the overhead light.you sat there on the table, your legs swinging, your mind spinning. You looked up at him.

"Now," he said.

He gestured for you to get off the table. "Come here."

Hesitantly, you slid down, your legs feeling like jelly. You walked toward him, your head bowed.

"We are not finished yet."

He moved back, seating himself on his chair and spreading his legs wide.

"Lick it," he commanded. He reached down, guiding you toward him, his fingers tangling in your hair to keep you close.

As you complied, his breath hitched. He closed his eyes, his head falling back against the chair. "Yes... that's it. Good girl." He let out a low, deep groan, his hips jerking slightly. 

You felt a little dirty doing it. The white liquid looked like frosting, but it didn't taste good at all.

"Almost there... just a little more..." he rasped, his voice thick with lust and a fucked up tenderness. 

William winced slightly and gripped your hair harder when your teeth scraped against him. A low hiss escaping his mouth. You realized that you hurt him, You were afraid that he would hit you for this, but he didn't. He lifted you by the torso and sat you on his lap, then began buttoning his pants.

You wondered why would he ask you to do that, but you did it without questioning. You thought he was not genuine with you, maybe he wasnt even your friend at all. Although you weren't sure why, because you had no idea what was that thing he did to you. Your parents were against sex education in school, considering it depraved. Perhaps if they weren't such prudes, you would have had some understanding and wouldn't have allowed this to happen. Although what can a little girl do against a big man.

"William...?"

"Hmm?" You clung to his shoulders.

"Something is leaking out of me..."

You were so ashamed. Especially from the thought that you will get his fur dirty.

"Oh no... is it... is it getting on your suit? I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to be so messy!"

William chuckled darkly, he looked every bit the satisfied predator, leaning back in his chair.

"Don't be a silly girl," he murmured. "It’s quite natural. It’s part of the process."

He reached into the desk drawer and pulled out some soft, dry tissues. With astonishing tenderness, he lowered himself between your legs and started wiping away the traces of his ejaculation and your arousal. Fixing his gaze on the task at hand with such intense concentration. You felt awkward.

"Part of that thing we just made?"

He paused, looking down at you with a cold but not unkind expression.

"That thing, my girl," he said "was sex. The physical union between a man and a woman." He paused, his gaze lingering on your flushed face. "It is the most intimate act two people can share. I hope you understand now."

You nodded slowly, the word echoing in your head. A sudden realization dawned on you.

"So does that mean... does that mean we have to get married now?!"

He laughed genuinely and showed you the ring on his finger.

"No, not quite, darling. Marriage is a public contract. You are to be my little secret lover."

You were horrified, placing your palms on both cheeks.
"What a horror! Oh my God, William... a secret what???! That means... oh, it's terrible! I'm a homewrecker!"

The man chuckled softly, leaning forward to catch your wandering gaze. Bewilderment on his face.

"A homewrecker? Really?" He shook his head, fascinated by the contradictions of your mind. "How is it that you possess such scandalous derogatory vocabulary, yet remain so blissfully ignorant of the act itself?"

You puffed out your cheeks

"My mom likes melodrama..."

He put his hand on your head and began to stroke your hair, he loved doing it every time.

"Well, that makes sense... don't worry. You couldn't wreck something that was already wrecked."

William stared at you, his dark eyes tracking the defiant puff of your cheeks. For a moment, a chilling stillness descended upon him. A flicker of a murderous impulse crossed his mind. He wondered, briefly, how nice it would feel to touch your insides while stabbing your little belly.
His gaze drifted involuntarily to the desk drawer, where the polished steel of a kitchen knife rested, hidden among the invoices and pens. He imagined cutting your throat.

Then, he shook the thought away with a mental scoff. Killing you now seemed like such a waste, he also wasn't ready to clean up the bloody mess now. Besides, the way you looked at him with that mixture of awe and confusion was far more entertaining than the way a lifeless corpse would stare.

"Since you are so concerned with your reputation, little lady," he began "we must establish certain rules to ensure you don't end up in a proper scandal"

A mischievous, almost boyish smirk played on his lips, though his eyes remained sharp and cunning. He leaned in and whispered

"If you go running to your mama or papa and tell them about our... little romance... there will be consequences," he warned

"Think about it. If they know my little secret, they will find out yours too."

You tilted your head, blinking innocently. "What secret?"

"The secret," he whispered, leaning closer until his nose brushed yours, "of how you used to hug Mr. Bear so... inappropriately."

Your eyes went wide, and you let out a tiny, gasped "Eep!"

The mere threat of your father finding out about your questionable relationship you had with a plush toy was enough to send a flurry of embarrassment racing through your veins.

"You wouldn't!" you accused, pointing a trembling finger at him, though your pout was more adorable than threatening. "That's cheating, William! Using my own tummy secrets against me! You said you wouldnt tell anyone!"

He laughed warmly, the atmospere was warn and almost domestic. This man was charmed by you, and you were by him.

"In business, sweetheart, leverage is everything," he teased,

"Think of it as a fair deal. I’ll keep my mouth shut, and you’ll keep yours shut - agreed?"

You huffed, crossing your arms, but you didn't pull away. Instead, you leaned your head against his shoulder, the anger melting into a comfortable, sleepy warmth.

"Fine. But if we are going to be 'secret lovers', you have to promise to buy me ice cream whenever I want."

William smiled, a soft smile that rarely reached his lips for anyone else. He wrapped a heavy arm around your waist, pulling you snugly.

"Deal, you little menace," he murmured

"Ice cream it is."

One minute, he had been a predator hovering over a kill, the next, he was a man negotiating the price of a dessert. It was a dizzying oscillation that only someone as unique as you could provoke.

A smug grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Very well. Vanilla bean or strawberry? Though, judging by your temperament, perhaps something even sweeter?"

You tapped your chin, considering the gravity of the transaction. "Strawberry. With extra sprinkles. And chocolate sauce!"

"Greedy little thing," he chuckled, the sound low and melodic. He squeezed your waist one last time before letting you go, allowing you to straighten your shirt and compose yourself. You walked up to the table and grabbed your shorts and underwear, putting them on shyly.

He stood up to wear his suit parts back, preparing to head back out to the main floor of the pizzeria, he cleared his throat, regaining a sliver of his usual professionalism, though the twinkle in his eyes betrayed him.

"And remember," his voice dropping to that conspiratorial whisper.

"Not a word. Not to friends, not to the staff... and certainly not to your parents"

You stuck your tongue out at him. He winked at you and a crooked smile spread across his face.

"You're a bully, William!" you declared, though the blush creeping up your neck.

He was taking a risk, he knew how reckless it was, mentally reproaching himself for this softness, or perhaps greed, which could have cost him his career. But after he was sure you are so needy for him, he knew that there would be no consequences for his actions.

The sun began to sink below the horizon, casting long amber streaks across the black-and-white chequered floor of the pizzeria.

You were sitting at a table in the dining room. The wild, overwhelming sensations he had given you, all the roughness, the heat, the bewildering discovery of sex, it all seemed like a feverish dream.

William came out of kitchen. He was wearing his bright rabbit costume. He had on the velvet waistcoat characteristic of his stage persona, and a purple banjo hung casually over his shoulder.

As he approached you, you noticed him holding something behind his back. He held out his hand, offering an overflowing cone topped with a mountain of strawberry ice cream, glistening with chocolate sauce and rainbow sprinkles. Just as you asked him.

"Here" he said and lowered it slightly as he leaned towards you. "As agreed."

You beamed as you accepted the treat, as if it were a trophy. Around you you noticed there were more children. They squealed, running towards the arcade machines or clamouring for slices of pepperoni pizza. The girl glanced at you jealous. You felt a surge of pride in your chest.

"Thank you Willy!.."

“Enjoy it,” he said lightly.

" I love you..." you confessed shyly.

William didn't flinch, he didn't even look surprised. He winked to you and ruffled your hair.

Then he turned, the purple banjo swinging gently at his side as he made his way toward the stage.

The lights above flickered once, then warmed, casting the small platform in a golden glow. A moment later, the yellow bear joined, waving broadly to the crowd as children began to gather closer.

You stayed where you were, clutching the cone carefully in both hands.

They looked different. Before this, you only saw robots performing. But today, Henry and William performed in costumes. Still phonogram, but the characters seemed very alive.

You licked the melting edge of your ice cream, eyes fixed on the stage.

Bonnie... no, William tilted his head slightly and waved to you.

You blushed, the chorus part began, and he turned back to the audience.

But you kept watching, images of your recent encounter flashing through your mind. Somewhere deep down, you knew that what he’d done to you was wrong... but you’d liked it. You’d cried when he’d hurt you, but you’d liked the care he’d shown afterwards, and you’d definitely wanted him to hurt you, so you would cry some more just so he’d look after you again. You liked being special to him.

This tendency will stay with you forever. The black emptiness in your soul that should have been filled with the attention of a responsible adult was insatiable.

That's probably why, deep down, you always want to be desired so much that you wouldn't want it anymore, so much that you want to be loved against your will. No sane person will ever be able to do this for you. You'll get hurt many times and you'll love it, but it will never be about them loving you.

When there is no one left to harm you, you will do it to yourself. And someday... someday you'll do it to someone else, and you'll continue the vicious circle of abuse.

But you don't know it yet. There is no guarantee youll be alive tomorrow. You may never grow up into a woman. And right now you're just a little lamb on the cutting table for him.