This is after the accident. Saying their final goodbyes, one is hit much harder than the others
Me: I'm bored Withered Bonnie: TIME FOR A BREAKDOWN!!! --------------------------------Poem--------------------------------- My head is a jungle a mass of wires But what tears me apart Is I can see you through the vines I can hear you screaming for me but you hand is not really there I try to grasp it, to pull you free But the mist just fades away I see the puddle under you I remember seeing it before My best friend My child Why is fate just as it was before?
