Thum. Strm. Thm.

	The first few strings of a song ring throughout the quiet pizzeria. Desperate for some quick cash you applied to a local pizza joint as the night watch, turns out the paycheck might be blood money. The animatronics wander about at night, the messages left on the messages on the phone only paint images of pain and death if they find you. So now you're stuck sitting at your desk, with a heavy metal bear mask on, praying one of the robots doesn't get too close. Well, doesn't get closer.

	Your eyes dart back to the "toy" animatronic's back, Bonnie the rabbit is seated on top of your desk with his back turned to you. Shortly after it hit 11 he walked inside, silently sat down, and just started strumming. Its unnerving, but at least he isn't hiding in the vents while staring at you anymore. The other robots all seem to be busy too, even the marionette. A short cough of electrical feedback pulls you out of your thoughts and to Bonnie. "So, what do you think Mr. Fazbear?" The blue bot peers over his shoulder at you in a clumsy attempt to look cool. But since he took his mind off playing, his guitar starts to moan in protest. If he was trying to set the atmosphere then he failed miserably. Bonnie notices it too, the "cool face" he had on faltering.

	"N-no good? I really think letting me do some solos on stage could drum up business. Like just listen to the song I got ready." Bonnie's static-charged voice has a sense of urgency, the pressure must be getting to him. He's also playing the same song again. It's a soothing song though, even with a potential murderbot in front of you, part of you wants to hum along to it. As the bot plucks away at his strings, the room feels like it's lightening up, each chord patching together the shattered atmosphere. Soon enough the song hits the crescendo, and you can hear a faint whistling accompanying it. Before you could stop yourself you had started whistling. Bonnie notices it too, his ears perking up, along with his posture. Finally the song starts to come to an end, dying down in intensity. 

	With a loud huff, Bonnie hops off of your desk and twirls in place to face you. "So you did like it!" A smile's across his face, it's a strange mixture of excitement and gratitude. "I was really worried, you never talk much when we hang out in here. I didn't even know you could whistle but I suppose it makes sense since you got the mic on stage..." His excitement begins to wane at your quiet response, even if your whistling got past him he'd probably notice a human voice way easier. "Well, uhm... I'm gonna head back to the stage." The awkwardness is settling back in where it belongs. "Thanks again for enjoying my song." Bonnie shoots you one final smile, his previous happiness still shining through in it, before hopping out of the room.