The Diary of Bonnie

The Diary of Bonnie  is a story owned by FunCookie. Made only for fun! ~

About Me!
My name is Bonnie the Bunny.

Why am I a bunny? I'm purple, for bunny's sake. I talk bunny. I see bunny. I eat bunny - well, not literally. Why can't I be the chicken? Oh wait, the chicken is a chick. Chica. Crazy Chica. So, why can't I be the bear? Freddy acts the most immature...oh wait, he's bossy...but he acts immature on stage, at least!

I live in Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Morning. Day. Evening. Night. I don't like it. I can never see the world! I remember when I was a little boy with limbs and hair and cool stuff, I wanted to go all over the world! Paris. Italy. Spain. Now the only place I'll ever be in is Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

Or maybe...I'll only see Parts & Service. Soon. I know I'm rotting. Last week a kid tore of part of my right ear. It's STILL not fixed. The repairmen never come. Maybe they used to be night guards. I attacked a night guard. I don't like it, but Freddy says "Attack them or I will make you Out of Order!" even though he doesn't work here.

Foxy's Out of Order. I think he's AWESOME. He's cool. I'd like to be a fox. Well, I wouldn't like to bite a guy's head, though. You heard of the Bite of '87? Every toddler, kid, teen, adult, or old person should know about the Bite if they're reading my diary. They'd have to come in Freddy Fazbear's Pizza to get it! And EVERYONE coming in Freddy Fazbear's Pizza HAS to know about the Bite.

Change the subjects from pirate foxes and bites and stuff. I play guitar in the band. Electric guitar. I've seen acoustic guitar and I'd REALLY like to play acoustic. I can't play in the band now, because a kid threw a Coke can at my guitar and put a hole in it. I would have bit his head if I wasn't turned off! I love my guitar, even though I prefer ACOUSTIC guitars.

SOOOOOOOOOOOOO...that is everything about me! Now I'm writing everything that is actually happening in my life. It might be quite boring - 6AM, turned off, 7AM, put on, daytime, entertain, night time, attack. Sigh. Maybe my life will be entertaining...hopefully. If Chica doesn't go mad on PIZZA! Darn, she can't even eat it and that crazy chicken would MARRY pizza! Bonnie the Bunny outtttt!!!