Board Thread:Other Roleplay/@comment-28629433-20150522193202/@comment-26434802-20150523150249

(I'll just have a little opening for my characters, then!)

Bonnie sat on a few crates while polishing his gun. He talked to it endlessly. "You are Bonnie's only love in this world, I want to make sure you will never leave Bonnie!" Bonnie began to hug his gun, which looked very strange to the other animatronics on BLU.

"'Ey, Bunnynuts." A voice said from a corner. It was an animatronic fox, drinking a can of "BONK! Atomic Oil". "Y'know you're gonna get a disease if ya keep that up!" Foxy took another swig of the oil "And gettin' a disease in the middle of a war... Well, that just ain't right, bud! Only time I'd let that happen's if you were on RED!"

"You are little baby bot." Bonnie sighed "Stay away from Bonnie's weapon!"

"Yeah, sure. I wouldn't even wanna!"

Bonnie continues polishing his weapon. "Foxy is not good friend. Bonnie wants to be friends, but Foxy is bad."

"Yeah yeah yeah, that's your mum, for ya, pal!" Foxy laughed, trying to annoy Bonnie some more.

Bonnie jumped off the crates and pinned Foxy to the ground "You do not talk about Springtrap like that! You are bad man!" Bonnie tightened his grip around Foxy's neck.

"H- hey, pal! I was jus' kiddin'!" Foxy said, desperate to breathe.

Bonnie realized what he was doing and let go of Foxy. He went back onto the crates with his gun "Was not funny joke."

Foxy ran around a corner and got another can of oil, he started to drink it silently.

*Meanwhile, in the RED base

Mangle sat innocently building a teleporter. While she had been doing this for as long as she could remember, there was something about the devices that always fascinated her. She went and got some more metal, before deciding that she'd take a small break. Now, all she'd need to do was construct the exit somewhere strategic. Mangle took a lie down on the ground ''"Where?" ''She asked herself, before someone walked over her. Toy Chica.

"Hey there, Mangle!" She said. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, dear. I'm just tired right now." Mangle sighed, she closed her eyes a little before being reminded.

"Mangle, this isn't a spa. This is a battlefield! There's gonna be a lot of death, destruction... so much horrible stuff! There's a time and a place for mucking around!"

Mangle sighed. "Toy Chica, you're right. I shouldn't be resting my tired endobones, I should be out there, getting hurt, getting even more tired, perhaps even getting killed. I build these things for the sake of the team, and our employer, not for the sheer joys of war."

Toy Chica looked down. "Well, Mangle. If you're ever in need of a quick healing, just give me a call, alright?" Toy Chica walked away, back into the supply room of the RED base.

"Oh, I will." Mangle sighed. "I will indeed."