Bonnie Fnaf Novels & Stories

Some younger children were trooping into the kitchen too to eat. "Hey, you," Bonnie said, sliding into the seat beside me. "Hey," I replied. "I didn't expect to see you now," She nodded. "Yeah, today is Friday. I don't have to go anywhere." She pulled her plate closer and dug into her food. No matter how much I piled on my plate, Bonnie's food was always 4 times more. It made me wonder where all the food was going because she was very slim. "In case you haven't noticed," Bonnie said as she chewed. "On Fridays, it's like a free day for the whole pack. There hardly anything serious to do," I nodded. I had noticed.

Bonnie I thought that Rowan's large hand wrapped around my throat would be the thing to kill me but it's not. If anything is going to kill me it's the shock from those words "Lola, this is my little sister, Bonnie. Bonnie this is my friend Lola or you may know her as Lottie's mom."

"You won't need to go to school anymore. You can just stay home and be your sister's maid. Take good care of her." "Okay." I nodded obediently, playing along. As we talked, Luna started selecting the first batch of bunny girls for tonight. She glanced at the fading red hives still covering my skin and looked away in disgust. She pointed at Drew and a few other girls. "You girls, come with me." Before leaving, Drew turned back and shot me a smug look. "Be a good little sister and wait for the good news." My chest tightened. Poor Drew had no idea what she was walking into.

Slowly, the Russian girl tried to leave, bushes made a sound when you moved, so, she tried to move slowly and very quietly. The dad of LORIA walks in the house looking for food, he closes the window door, she makes a run for it and stays away from the door. It was Bonnie. Bonnie was a small 7-year-old girl, crying she tried to reach the hideout unnoticed. She made it, her underground house, she pulled a lever, a door to the ground opened to reveal stairs, she went down it and pulled the lever to close the door, the lever was downstairs. Her mom was dead, her smiling face is sitting in a picture of her living room desk, her dad is a drunken mess singing In the kitchen.

"I-I—" "Oh my word!" I looked to where the surprised voice came from, my gaze finding Frances's. She held her hands over her mouth and her eyes twinkled wth delight. "You're both claimed! This is wonderful!" She said. I shot a small victorious smile to Jacob before looking back to Frances. "We need to have the Luna ceremony Tate. She's claimed, you're claimed. This is so exciting!" I chuckled as I felt Tate squeeze my hand gently, probably to keep himself calm while his mother babbled about decorations and food and whatnot.

Sigourney squealed in excitement. Joslyn's eyes widened in disbelief. "Shut up! No way! That's incredible, Sig! I'm so happy for you!" Sigourney beamed, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "Thanks, Josy! I can't believe it myself. It's like a dream come true." After a few minutes of discussing her art and Paris, Sigourney's expression softened, her gaze turning more serious. "But enough about me. How are you really doing, Josy? I can tell there's something on your mind."

Nadia reassured. Shifting the attention to Bonnie, Nadia introduced her to Lana, stating, "Lana, this is my biological mother, whom I recently reunited with." Bonnie, of shorter stature and a plump figure, conveyed a deep sense of inferiority through her eyes as she nervously fumbled, unsure where to place her hands. Her demeanor suggested a meek and honest personality. Lana was always mindful not to intentionally make others uncomfortable. She warmly greeted Bonnie and extended her hand in a gesture of welcome. Hello, Ms. Bonnie. I'm Lana Clark."

But the spark pulsed once—playful reminder. Bonnie leaned back, staring at the fogged windows. City lights blurred outside. She traced the glow with one finger. Warm. Alive. Watching her back. “What are you really?” she whispered, voice quieter now, almost scared. We are the Honeyswarm, they answered, voices overlapping like a warm hug. And you’re gonna love what we do next. She grinned—slow, dirty, even through the fear. “Yeah?” she said to the empty room. “Bring it in.I’m going to the clinic tomorrow to take you all out.”

"Come meet the dead." "Charming," one of the strangers said, grinning crookedly. Nova gestured to them. "This is Wren and Milo. Wren's the one who looks like she could kill a man with her pinky. Milo's the one who'd help bury the body." Wren waved with two fingers, her nails black and sharp-looking. "Don’t believe everything she says. I’d use my whole hand." Milo, a boy with a mess of dark curls and a permanent half-smile, nodded. "I only help with bodies if snacks are involved."

Her hair was in a messy bun and she was holding a bag of chips. "Bonnie," she said. "I have so much to tell you." "Come in. There is someone I want you to meet." Bianca walked inside and she was, Colette was at the bottom of the stairs and yep you guessed right, she was bouncing on her heels. "Hi," Colette said. "I am Colette. I am Bonnie's future sister. I am very excited to meet you." Bianca blinked. "You are very energetic."