Funtime Freddy: I am tthhhhhe sleep deprived m-man… Funtime Freddy: *stares down at his hand (and Bon-Bon)* …And thhhheeeese are my s-sleep deprived hands… Bon-Bon: I’m not a hand!
@fazerleaguesaid;;[JOLT], in reverse with funtime freddy and bonbon bc i crave bunny therapy!
It’s just another night. Sunrise approaches, all is quiet, and he rests through it all. Until suddenly he’s not, and Bonbon’s consciousness is slammed into him without warning.
He jolts, startled awake, his centre of gravity disrupted, and it takes looking towards the one whose arm he’s attached to to figure out why that was.
A nightmare. Freddy was having a nightmare, body seized by its grip; that would certainly explain it.
He knows firsthand what Freddy’s panic post-nightmare looks like. He’d encountered it many times before; some nights in the breaker room were harder than others, the endless darkness reaching down to smother them into its awful abyss. It was difficult being treated as mere objects by the staff, too. The flashes of electricity, the bonds of maintenance, the lack of freedom, of exploring their sentience. Trapped trapped trapped, that’s all they were. There was plenty for them to be afraid of.
Tonight, Bonbon wonders what fear had plagued Freddy’s dreams thistime.
He’s quick to jump into action, swivelling himself around to come face-to-face with the large bear. Though his paws hover as if wanting to offer their physical comfort, Bonbon doesn’t touch Freddy just yet. The sudden, forced power-up that follows a nightmare was disorientating at best, so it was important for him to give Freddy some time to come to his senses.
Still, Bonbon’s ears droop, saddened by his companion’s misery. It’s blatant, how much he wants to take it all away. He’d do it in a heartbeat if he could.
“Freddy? Hey hey hey, you’re alright.” Bonbon’s voice drops to as soothing of a murmur as he can make. He can feel it rumble in his own chest. The bunny’s head lightly tilts, purple eyes searching, observant, gauging Freddy’s awareness, expression encouraging even if the concern bleeds through.“You’re safe, I promise. It’s just us. Can you try to focus on me, big guy?”
