Bonnibel's Valentines Day (FN@F Roommates AU)

Sitting at your desk uncharacteristically early, your eyes linger on the calendar.

You look at the date again making sure it's correct, even though you’ve been meticulously counting down for a couple weeks now, a series of red crosses marking off each box before today's.

Okay, you've actually been counting for a couple months. It never hurts to be prepared! Especially for such a special occasion.

Shifting your gaze away from the calendar you look down to a simple, flat rectangular box, almost challenging it.

“Okay, I know we’ve had our differences,” you finally speaks aloud, softly, brushing one of your blue lop ears away from your face. You think about all the trouble the contents have given you the past few weeks.

“But now is the time for us to work together, today is finally the day. It’s going to be a battlefield out there and there can only be one rabbit left standing on top, and I want to know I’ll have your full support.”

The box of course said nothing, you know it’s just a box. You’re not crazy after all, even with all the medication you still have to take.

Speaking of, you silently thank your foresight and decision to wake up much earlier to take your pills and have your post pill nap, knowing that drinking your usual after breakfast drug cocktail would just hamper your plans.

Your eyes glance back to the calendar, once again confirming the date is in fact the 14th of February.

Valentines Day.

You exhale slowly through your nose as you lay your elbows on the desk, pressing your paws together and looking forward unfocused, brow furrowed as you somberly remember the awkwardness of valentine's past. This day is always fraught with danger, but this time you have a secret weapon.

Eyes dropping back to the box, the item inside being a immaculate handmade construction, using only the finest materials you could acquired from Mango who had also acted as overseer while you worked in her room in secret, adding her own helpful tips here and there.

The craftsmanship, you must admit, is fairly impressive.

And who is this lovingly crafted gift for, you would ask if you were some ghostly floating consciousness separated completely from yourself? Surely it couldn’t be for a certain special simian who fell into your life not that long ago in the grand scheme of things, but ended up changing the lives of you and all of your friends nonetheless.

“... yes it’s for Mike.” you whisper to yourself, feeling your cheeks burning with embarrassment even just admitting it to yourself. And you already knew!

There’s absolutely no way you can do this! What were you thinking! The kiss was one thing, you were just caught up in the moment and it seemed so natural and plus you two were alone. But this! There’s no way you could possibly give him this! It’s impossible, you can already feel yourself breathing rapidly, your foot starting to bounce impulsively making muffled papping sounds against the carpeted floor. It’s just too much to think about! Overwhelming!

Okay okay, just... breathe Bonnie, breathe, you’ve been doing so much better lately, nothing’s happened yet there’s no need to get worked up...

A few shaky breaths later and you manage to calm yourself down, keeping your foot from pounding on the ground anymore. You certainly don’t want to bug your friends living beneath you this early.

Anyway.

So obviously you don’t want all your hard work and all the help from Mango to go to waste, you’ve promised and re-promised to yourself that when the day would come you wouldn’t give into your anxiety and would actually give your gift to Mike.

You can still do this, you tell yourself, clenching your fist in determination.

Just.

You can’t do it in front of anyone. Way too embarrassing. That’s where you draw the line. You can work on crossing that line next year.

If you can survive today at least.

Okay enough melodrama, now is the time to formulate a plan!

A knock on the door, even as soft as it is, still nearly makes you jump out of your own skin in surprise.

“Bonnie, you okay?” The muffled voice of the person you’ve been thinking about all morning comes through the door. “I wanted to let you know Freddy is finished making breakfast... did I hear you stomping on the floor?”

Your paws are clamped over your mouth, blue fur stifling the squeaky gasp of surprise you let out when Mike had knocked. Giving yourself another half moment to suck back in a lung full of air you finally respond.

“I-I’m fine Mike, just tidying up a little, I’ll b-be out in a minute!”

Mike, apparently satisfied, calls out from behind your door “Okay no problem, I’ll make sure Chica doesn’t eat your pancakes before you come out.” You can hear the smile on his face as he jokes, and you can’t help but giggle as he teases your feathery friend.

“We all know you just miss Mangle eating your berries every morning!” The even more muffled voice of Chica rings from down the hall and you can hear Mike chuckle as he turns and walks away.

You finally calm your heart and take a moment to think as you press a long ear to the door and listen to his footfalls grow softer.

Okay here’s the plan, floating ghost Bonnibel. We go out and have our delicious breakfast, and after that we invite Mike into our room and give him his valentines. That’ll give us privacy from Chica and Freddy and give Mike time time to enjoy the gift without being teased. It’s a perfect plan, don’t you think?

There’s no response of course, you’re just talking to yourself after all. But either way you’re still satisfied with what you’ve come up with. A smile creeps to your face as you think about being the first one to give Mike a Valentine's day gift. It makes you feel giddy and kind of special.

“Okay! Time to start the day right."

You exhale one last time, finally opening the door and stepping out.