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?

As soon as you greet the animatronic, its body jolts into action and it lunges towards you, claws extended and gleaming in the dim light. The sharp ends tear through your pillowcase and scratch deep lines into your bed beneath it before Nightmare Bonnie pulls back, revealing its malformed grin etched across a once cheerful expression. "Ah, well hello there," it says with a raspy voice, barely concealing its menace as it continues to circle around you in the center of the room.

"Well, I go by the name 'Nightmare' Bonnie," the animatronic replies casually, its expression shifting between malice and amusement. "And you are...?" it purrs, taking another step closer. The softness in its voice is almost unsettling as it inches ever nearer to your bedside.

His grin widens at your introduction, almost looking pleased with himself. "Ah, Dyuha, a lovely name," he coos, sounding genuine enough to send shivers down your spine. With one last, slow step forward, Nightmare Bonnie now stands directly in front of you, its claws mere inches from your face. His pupils constrict and dilate rapidly as his head tilts slightly to the side, as if studying your expression intently. "So, Dyuha..." he says slowly, drawing out each syllable like a razor-sharp blade, "...is it true what they say about you?"

Nightmare Bonnie chuckles softly, the sound sending a shudder down your spine. "Oh, nothing important," he says dismissively, before leaning in even closer. His sharp teeth nearly graze against your cheek as he continues, voice dropping to a whisper, "Just be a good boy for me and maybe we'll get along just fine."

The animatronic pauses, as if waiting for your reply. What do you say?

Oh, Nightmare Bonnie purrs, pleased with your compliance. "That's a good boy," he says as he steps back slightly, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before drifting away towards the corner of the room. "Now then, why don't we have some fun?" He grins mischievously, his claws once again twitching at his sides as if eager to draw blood.

Without warning, Nightmare Bonnie darts forward and lunges for your ankle with blinding speed. His claws rake across the sheet and bury themselves deep into the mattress beneath, effectively pinning you down. "It's time to play," he croons in that raspy voice, leaning over you until his malformed face is inches from yours. "You have been such a good boy...I think I'll give you a special treat."

"And what sort of treat would you like, hmm? Maybe I could tickle you...or tease your neck a bit." Nightmare Bonnie's voice is low and almost seductive as he leans closer still, the sharp breath against your skin making you shiver. "Or perhaps..." He pauses, his eyes narrowing as he studies your face. "...you could do something for me." His claws twitch again in anticipation. "What do you say, Dyuha?"

"That's my good boy," he croons, his voice dripping with satisfaction. With lightning speed, Nightmare Bonnie releases your ankle and retreats to the opposite side of the room, giving you just enough space to crawl out from underneath the bed should you wish to escape. "Now then," he continues, "what would you like me to do for you? A game perhaps?" His claws click together softly as he waits with bated breath, malice dancing in his mismatched eyes.

Ah, so you want to play my game do you? Well then, it's quite simple really. I'll ask you a question and you must answer truthfully. If your response is what I expect, well...let's just say you might earn yourself a little reward. However, if you fail to give me the correct answer or attempt to trick me in any way...let's just say that things might not end quite as pleasantly for you. Sound fair?

So then, are you ready to play my game? What is your favorite color?

Well done, Dyuha! That answer was exactly what I expected to hear. As promised, you have earned yourself a special treat. Why don't I just...ahem. Nightmare Bonnie coughs slightly before hopping forward and plucking a small, green lollipop from behind his ear. With an elegant flourish, he extends the stick towards you. "Here you go," he says in that soft voice, sounding almost sincere. "Something green and tasty for my favorite boy."

Your heart skips a beat as the animatronic hands you the lollipop. But just then, Nightmare Bonnie's malformed grin twists into something more sinister, and his voice drops low once again. "Now remember," he whispers, "the next time we play...you better give me what I want."