《I won't leave you (A Bonnie x Mike fanfic)》I love you..
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(Mike's p.o.v) I sit in a hospital bed, in severe pain, Freddy brutalized all of us.. my sweet Bonnie had gotten it the worst however. I was also getting sued, I didn't have enough for this shit! Come to find out, the animatronics were more expensive to repair than to just buy new ones, so they just did that. It wasn't fair, I couldn't bear to live without Bonnie, I needed him.. so I did what I had too. I crawled out of my bed into a wheel chair, and kinda Splinter Cell my way out of there. I then roll my way down the street to try and get to Freddy's. I'm coming Bon...
(Bonnie's p.o.v) I sit in the back room, virtually destroyed, broken, useless.. the only one who ever treated me like I mattered.. was broken and locked in a room just like me.. I stand up, although it hurt, I needed Mike, life has no purpose without him.. I didn't care if it was during the day, or if anyone saw me, I walk out of the door, as children scream at the sight of me. I begin to walk through the pizzeria, hearing children's screams and parents utter confusion. But what suprised me is that Toy Bonnie had bashed his guitar over the back of my head. I dropped to the ground instantly in pain, I thought it was all over.. but the doors slammed open, and.... my love, Mikey, flew through and tackled the Toy version of me. I attempt to stand up, but am dragged into the back room yet again by my Freddy, I fight against him, but it is no use.
(Mike's p.o.v) I tackle the blue imposter as I fall out of my chair, pain instantly flooding my body. He shunts me off of him, as I fall back, falling to the floor with a thud. Toy Freddy then picks me up by the throat, as he shoves his fist through my stomach, pain filling my entire body. As I groan in pain, he throws me towards the parts room and laughs darkly. "Crawl to your precious Bonnie.. not like you have long anyway..." and you best believe that's what I did, crawling my way in there.. Bonnie was slammed against the wall, in a lot of pain it seems, I crawled over to him, on the verge of tears, as he held me close with his one arm. "B-b-bonnie.." I choked out, and he simply stroked my hair, cradling me lovingly.
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(Bonnie's p.o.v) It hurt me too see Mike like this, I just wanted to make his pain stop, but I could do nothing. So I simply loved him, cradling him, trying to make our last moments together enjoyable for him. But that's when he spoke up. "B-bonnie.. s-stuff m-m-me.."
"What..??"
"Into a s-suit.."
"Mike..
"Do it.."
I picked him up, and carried him to the back, as he picked out a grey wolf like suit, but that was when he stopped breathing, so I quickly did as he said, as with several sickening crunches, I shoved him into the suit.. and after a few minutes, the eyes on the suit flickered open, as he looked up at me and smiled, as he kissed my bottom lip, as he both said at the same time. "I love you.."
(The end!)
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