Bonnie forced himself to smile for the kids sake though his grip on the guitar remained tight during the party, badly wishing he could be down there among them. Frustration entwined with the anger and jealousy. Instead of pushing it down or trying to control it he let it build and seethe knowing once night came he'd have a suitable target for it. He watched the party and the ensuing chaos longing to be part of it. The hour seemed to drag on, inching by. The part ended but his view of what ever was happening out on the main floor was blocked by the thick dark purple curtains the came down.<br/><br/>He never understood the need for the blasted curtain though he was sure it was used to keep the kid from seeing the techs the jammed metal tools into sensitive parts. Back in the old days, when the curtain fell it was a single to them that the show was over and to walk off the stage using the back stairs and go interact with the kids.<br/><br/>The smile dropped from his muzzle and with nothing to do other then stare the the purple cloth he brooded. The faint sound of footfalls on wood drew him from his inner thoughts. Turning his head he spotted a human making his way up the stairs, a lap top tucked under one arm.<br/><br/>He recognized the deep blue shirt and bright yellow patch on the left shirt pocket that identified the man as a tech. Anger surged into the back of his mind. Lips curling into a soundless snarl he waited until the human got close enough before striking. One arm wrapped the human and jerked him in close while he leaned down and gripped the man's shoulder with his jaws, a low rumbling growl spilling from his vocalizer.<br/><br/>He bit down just hard enough to leave bruises and a few indentions on the meat bags flesh under the thin layer of cloth. He enjoyed the way the man's face turned pale and his eyes widened in fear. Once he was sure the human had gotten the message, he released his grip and allowed the human to wriggled away and run off the stage.<br/><br/>Bonnie didn't care if the others didn't approve of what he had done. He had been used and abused in the worst ways over the years and wasn't going to tolerate it any more.<br/><br/>First chance he got he was going to find a way out then go back home but first he'd have to find where the old location was. Sure he'd miss the kids something horrible but being forced to stay on stage all day and not interact with them coupled with being treated as if he was nothing.........even if the old restaurant was shut down it was still home. More of a home then this place.<br/><br/>Home was were two of his closest freinds still remained.<br/><br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>The restaurant was not only considerably brighter and cleaner then the old hell hole he had worked at, it seemed larger. There were plenty of places for the damn animatronics to hide but he wasn't going to be here at night. He could tolerate them during the day time and planned to carry a taser in his pocket when he started just in case. He had learned the hard way he could drive all but one of them off for the entire night just by leaving a taser on his desk so they could see it.<br/><br/>He glanced over his shoulder to Jeremy and winced. The young man appeared to still be half asleep, was dressed in rumpled clothing and was covered in fine yellow hairs. He made a mental note to get a lint roller since the blasted rabbit shed worse then a cat.<br/><br/>A man in a dark blue shirt stumbled past, his face white as a sheet. The man darted out the doors.  Mike sighed in annoyance and inched the bridge of his nose. "So it starts."<br/><br/>They made thier way to the small security office with out further interruptions though he had to wonder why they were not using the manger's office instead.<br/><br/>Mike crossed his arms over his chest, the corners of his mouth turning down. The woman wasn't going to last a few nights with the rabbit stalking the halls. Hell he barely survived his first night, it had been sheer luck he had slammed the door down in time to trap the rabbit by the toes only to forced to listen to his howls of rage for the better part of an hour before the purple beast wriggled free leaving three toes and pool of dark fluid behind.<br/><br/>"I don't know what you plan to accomplish by reopening this lace given what happned at the old restaurant."