Bum Bonnie 1

Michael's flashlight flickered in the dark hallway. His footsteps echoed off the walls within the abandoned diner. The sound of metal clashing alerted Michael. He walked over to a room where he thought the sound came from. He opened the door and... Nothing. He turned around and saw a mechanical beast with saws for hands running towards him from across the hall. Michael turned around and started running. He ran towards the main entrance of the diner, the mechanical beast a few yards away Michael pulled on the door handle, but it was stuck. He turned around. The mechanical creature got to him, raised it's saw hands in the air and
"Bullllllllllllshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhitttttttttttttttt!" Bonnie said from couch. She chucked an empty burger box at the television." When the guy turned around the robot should have already shoved one of the saws up his ass." Bonnie emptied what was left of the bottle of beer she was drinking into her faceless head, then tossed the bottle into an overflowing trashcan. "Fucking amateurs," she said to no one in the dark apartment.
Mike opened the door to his apartment. He rounded the door with several bags of groceries embraced in his arms. "A little help, Bonnie?" he asked.
Bonnie, without looking away from the screen, brushed the garbage on the coffee table beside her with her one arm. "Did you bring any pizza?" she asked.
"No," Mike replied. Mike laid down a bag with a box in it."The pizza special ended yesterday. I got corn dogs."
"Corn dogs?" Bonnie said, picking up a corn dog. "How the fuck am I supposed to eat these?"
"I dunno Bonnie," Mike said. "Just try."
Bonnie dumped the dog back into the box. "How's the mall gig?" She asked.
"It's alright," He responded while putting the groceries away. "I'm up for a promotion if I keep up the good work. Best of all, no killer robots."
"Very funny, asshole," Bonnie said. "How about I go over one night and stuffing a mannequin down your throat?"
"The only thing you'll stuff is another pizza down your mouth," Mike retorted.
"Hmm..." Bonnie grumbled.
Mike stood waiting for a comeback. He looked over to Bonnie. Her stitching was loose. The sticking out of her limbs were dirty and mangled. Her padded skin  was brown with hints of blue. Her metal parts where showing signs of rust.
"Hey," Mike said. "Wizzyland is going to open in a few weeks. Maybe they will give you a  job."
"Stand around in a ride mouthing the same damn songs all days," Bonnie said. "No thank. I already went through that shit."
"What if you ask to be one of those walking around characters?" Mike suggested. "Hell what if you became the mascot."
"That'll be the day," Bonnie said, chugging down another beer.
"Bonnie," Mike said. "I want help you out, but you have to be willing to get out there. Look at yourself. I used to fear you. Now I just pity you."
Bonnie stayed quiet
"If you get the job." he added. "We'll go out for pizza. My treat."
Bonnie turned her head to him. "Really?" She asked.
"Really really," Mike said.
She paused. Her red LED lights blinked on and off.  Her wheezing breath flowed in and out.
"Ok. I'll go tomorrow for an interview." she Bonnie. "But I choose the pizza."
"Alright," Mike said, walking towards his room. "Good night then. I got work tomorrow."
"Night," she said.
Mike stopped, turned his head towards Bonnie, who went back to lounging on the couch. He smiled, shook his head, and walked into his room.