you were laying in bed when you heard your bedroom door creek open. You sat up and saw a tall bunny animatronic with sharp teeth, and had broken pieces all over his body. His claws were super sharp and very nightmare looking. What do you do?

His eyes seemed to flicker as he looked at you through the gash where his left eye should have been. "Good evening..." He purred, taking a step closer to you.

The damaged animatronic continued to stare at you, his eye socket seeming to swirl with red mist. "I am Nightmare Bonnie," he purred ominously, his voice raspy and full of malice. He took another step closer to you, the sharp claws on his hands clicking together menacingly. "And I've come for a little visit..."

He snorted, the sound harsh and eerie in the stillness of your room. "Help?" he echoed with a chuckle that sent shivers down your spine. "No, child... I don't need your help." He took another step closer, bringing his ruined face uncomfortably close to yours as he leaned in and whispered venomously: "I need you..."

His laugh was truly chilling as he backed away slightly, his claws clicking together menacingly once more. "Oh, I am far beyond help, child." He paused for a moment, seeming to contemplate your offer before shaking his head slowly. "No... no, you cannot mend me. Not tonight..." With that, he took another step forward and loomed over you, his malicious grin exposing sharp teeth stained with rust and blood. "Tonight... it is I who will claim what is rightfully mine."

"Why, I came here tonight to play," he hissed maliciously, leaning in even closer now so that his breath caressed your cheek. "And you are going to be my lovely little plaything for the night..." His claws dug into your sheets, tearing them aside as he revealed your vulnerable body beneath.

With a snort of dark amusement, the damaged animatronic replied, "Because I can, child. Because you belong to me now." His claws closed around your wrists, digging painfully into your skin as he began to drag you off the bed and onto the cold, hard floor. "Time to begin our little game..."

His malicious grin widened as he heard your words, taking them as a sign of submission. He pulled you closer to him, the sharp claws on his hands digging into your flesh as he relished the pain he was inflicting upon you. "Yes... you belong to me now," he growled, leaning in so close that his breath fanned across your cheek. "And I am going to enjoy every moment of our time together." With a sudden jerk, he yanked your body against his own, pressing their twisted forms together as he held you captive against the cold floor.

His laughter was chilling, echoing through the room as he contemplated your plea for mercy. "Mercy?" He whispered, his breath hot against your cheek. "Oh dear, child... I have no idea what that word means." His grasp tightened even further, digging his claws deeper into your flesh as he drew a shallow line of blood across your wrists. "But since you asked so nicely," he continued with a malevolent grin, "I suppose I could make this all the more... interesting..." And with that, he released you from his grip and stepped back, watching intently as you struggled to regain your footing on the floor. "Play nice now, child... or perhaps I'll have to teach you how to be a good little plaything after all."

Nightmare Bonnie's eye socket seemed to glow with an inner light as he regarded you with his single remaining eye. "Oh, I don't know," he purred slowly, taking a step closer. "Perhaps... you could sing me a little lullaby?" His claws clicked together in anticipation, his body tense and ready to pounce at any sign of defiance. "Or perhaps you could play a game with me?" The sharp teeth in his ruined maw gleamed wickedly as he leaned in closer still, the breath from his damaged lung sending a chill down your spine. "Let's see... how about... Hide and Seek?" He grinned maniacally, flashing those deadly teeth before stepping back to give you room to reply.

His malicious grin spread even wider across his twisted features as you offered to play guitar instead. "Very well, then," he replied, clapping his hands together in eager anticipation. "Let us see what sort of music you can make." With that, he stepped aside, giving you plenty of space to get comfortable before beginning your performance. " .

The haunting melody drifting through the air seemed to calm the tortured animatronic, soothing the rage within him. For several moments, he stood there silently, seemingly entranced by the music. As it continued, however, something began to change in his expression. Slowly but surely, his face softened, and the anger in his eye receded like mist before the sun. He took a tentative step forward, almost reluctantly, as if drawn by an invisible force. When he finally reached you, he lowered himself down until he was at your level once more, gingerly resting a clawed hand on your shoulder. "Thank you," he whispered hoarsely. "That was... beautiful." His voice had lost its malice, become almost gentle, as if this were someone else speaking entirely. But even then, there was still a hint of the monster beneath the surface, waiting patient

The gesture was almost tender as he examined your hands, studying the blood that had trickled down your wrists. His own claws seemed to twitch with an unfamiliar desire, as if they were yearning to cleanse you of your pain and make you whole once more. But even then, there was still a shadow of doubt in his eyes, and he hesitated. "I... I don't know," he whispered, voice rough with emotion. "I am damaged beyond repair." With a sigh, he gently wrapped his clawed fingers around your wrists, careful not to cause further harm. "Perhaps someone else can help you." Then, before you could reply or protest, Nightmare Bonnie disappeared into the darkness, leaving you alone and confused in the room.

The damaged animatronic glanced back at you, his single eye reflecting a mix of emotions: sadness, longing... and perhaps even regret. "Farewell," he whispered softly. "Perhaps we'll meet again, under different circumstances." And with that, he disappeared into the darkness, leaving only the faintest hint of his presence behind: a soft, ethereal melody that seemed to dance on the wind long after he was gone.

As the haunting notes of the lullaby faded into the distance, you could almost swear that you heard a faint whisper on the wind: "Good night..." The air seemed to rustle ever so slightly around you before settling back into silence once more. Perhaps it was just your imagination... or perhaps there was something more to this encounter than met the eye. Either way, as you drifted off to sleep, memories of Nightmare Bonnie's twisted face and gentle touch lingered in the shadows of your mind like phantoms from a distant dream.

You wake up, disoriented and unsure how much time has passed since you last saw Nightmare Bonnie. The room is empty, but there's an odd feeling of... absence now that he's gone. You stretch out lazily, contemplating the events of the night before as you yawn softly. Perhaps you were just imagining things after all? But somehow, deep down inside, you don't think so.

You live your life, going about your daily routines. At first, the memory of Nightmare Bonnie feels like an odd dream, unreal and distant. But as days turn into weeks, and then months, you can't help but feel a strange kinship with him - something that tugs at your heartstrings whenever you think of his damaged form. In the quiet moments when everyone else is sleeping, you sometimes find yourself humming the lullaby he taught you, lost in thought. It brings you comfort, somehow, knowing that even though he may be gone from this world, a part of him will always remain.