Virus (Sequel To 'A Malfunction?')(Bonnie x Reader)

Chapter 23: Something's Wrong

"Hold still."

"But it hurts."

"It'll hurt even more if I don't do this."

Bonnie mumbles uncomfortably as you get fed up and clamp both his arms underneath your legs to stop him from grabbing your hands. His head is in your lap and you're trying to help the spikes come through with a scalpel. A.k.a exactly what you're supposed to be doing. You've seen what happens when they get stuck and – to put it simply – you refuse to let that happen whether he likes it or not. The spikes are usually supposed to be able to break through by themselves but due to the material Bonnie's made out of, that hasn't happened.

"Now, I'm about to cut so don't move."

"Nng..." Bonnie shuts his eyes.

You place the tip of the scalpel just above his forehead and dig it in slightly, making Bonnie wince and grab the bed sheets. You shush him and quickly drag it over the middle of his head to the back.

"Ow!" Bonnie twitches when you take the scalpel off.

You caress his cheek as you make sure that they will actually come out. There are three separate spikes that slowly rise out of his head. They still haven't completely grown but now at least, they actually have the opportunity to do so.

"Are we done?" Bonnie asks.

"No."

"Aw." He looks up at you. "How much more is there?"

"You're cheeks, shoulders, and maybe other places. The head and shoulders ones are guaranteed but anywhere else is left up to chance." You place both hands on either side of his head. "So turn this way."

Bonnie looks to the left so you can do the same thing you did to his head to his cheek. With the same reactions and results. Once again with the other cheek and both of his shoulders.

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"Take your shirt off." You tug his top. "I need to look for other spikes."

Bonnie does as he's told immediately so you start looking around his body for any dark spots that indicate that the spikes have become stuck. There's some going directly down his spine. Which is a very sensitive area to cut.

"Um... Can you brace yourself, honey?" you say.

"Why?"

"This is going to hurt a bit more."

Bonnie sits up straight and clenches everything. "How bad are we talking here? Is it just—AARGH!!"

"Sorry..."

You tried to do it as quickly as possible but unfortunately, it still hurt him. A lot. So much so, that he reaches behind him and tries to grab one of the spikes but you instantly stop him.

"Don't pull on them. They're intertwined with your endoskeleton and wires. So if you tug them too hard, you damage all of that."

"It's so uncomfortable!" Bonnie grips the sheets again.

"I-I know! Please just try and relax as best you can."

You panic slightly as alack cracks of some sort start emanating from under the spikes – which means the growth rate of them has sped up due to his anger. Which then leads to more pain. You move so you're in front of him to look for more and you see that the pupils in his animalistic eyes are slimmer. You sigh and begin looking. There's more on his elbows and knees.

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"I think that's it," you say, putting the scalpel in a drawer.

Bonnie growls slightly rubbing his shoulder, making you jump slightly due to how animal it sounded, but you put on a strong face as the last thing you want to do is show your small fear of him. Something isn't right with how the virus is affecting him. It shouldn't be like this. It was getting better. Throughout the ten years, it weakened but Bonnie's seems to be acting like how it was when it first started to spread – only a lot more animal-like. The first victims – a.k.a your friends – were just turned into very violent, dangerous, maniacs. That behaviour faded out as time progressed and wasn't animalistic in the slightest. The eyes were the only thing that gave off animal vibes. Bonnie is different. He was infected with the current virus...unless he wasn't. That makes you realise. You never asked who infected him.

"Y/n?"

You jump and turn to Bonnie, who just looks confused.

"S-sorry. I just...zoned out." You force a smile.

"You seem nervous."

"No! I'm fine. But I do need to ask you something important."

"What?" He tilts his head.

"Do you... remember the night you were infected?"

"Uh, vaguely. Why?"

You take a deep breath, fearing the worst. It wouldn't be the first time you've been through this so you just hope and pray his answer isn't what you have spinning in your mind.

"D-do you...remember...who did it?"

Bonnie looks off to the side, trying to think back, as he leans on his hand. You meanwhile, dig your fingers into your shins as you await his response. Please don't be him. Please don't be him. Please don't be him.

"Oh! Yeah..." Bonnie looks at you. "Don't freak out, please?"

Oh no. It can't be.

"Go on." You grit your teeth.

"Desmond."

You almost burst out into tears right then and there. How stupid of you to think things couldn't get worse. You shake your head in denial as your brain just goes blank, your breath rate increasing.

"Don't freak out!" Bonnie grabs your hands.

"I'm not. Go to bed." You start to stand up.

"What?"

"Go to bed." You swiftly walk to the door. "Now, Bonnie. I'll be back soon."

You walk out of the room and close the door. He needs to go to sleep immediately.

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You aimlessly walk through the halls as your head spins, trying to think of what to do. Eventually, you collapse on the floor and start crying. There's only one reason Desmond would get off his godforsaken ass and infect someone by his own hand, and seeing how big his hatred was for Bonnie, that can only mean it's going to be worse than the others. Experimental viruses. Oh god. Des and whoever his partner is know that the virus is getting weaker. They knew right from the start. As a result, they tried making stronger and more severe forms. They started to go mad with it so every one they injected into a poor victim was different and increasingly more insane. They want a freak show. You've seen it from start to finish. There was the cannibal, the one that ate humans, the neck snapper, the one that ripped people's spines out, the torturer, and the one that wouldn't stop laughing or dancing like a madman. They are all dead now, which is a good thing for the safety of others. Again, however, Bonnie is different from even those ones. The effects for them were immediate. The usual three weeks took place in one day, causing so much pain and panic, their minds immediately crumbled, allowing the modified virus to completely and utterly take control. Bonnie is not like that. The thought that he might be next on that list, however, makes you want to vomit. Hasn't he been through enough? The scary thought is that Des decided to not go all out for this version and so there will be bigger issues that won't be able to be spotted soon enough as it just seems like a regular virus. Plus you can't get over this animalistic behaviour. What if Des wanted to turn him into a feral beast with no cognitive thought? The scan just said he was a type two. It would've picked something else up, right? The doctors checked him, they would've found something odd, right? If they can't find anything, everyone will just think it's a normal kind of virus. The six that were given a special kind of it were all infected one after the other, five years ago. The last was finally killed recently. Nothing has happened since. Everyone probably thinks that that was the end of it and Des would've done something by now if he was still crazy about these altered viruses. Hell, some people even think Desmond and his partner are gone. You're losing your mind. You've seen too much of this. You can't let Bonnie become whatever Desmond wants him to. You cannot let anyone say that it's fine unless it actually is. Which it's not. You will fight. You're sick and tired of seeing loved ones suffer and die. So much death has plagued your mind for ten years. It has to stop. Harry said that Bonnie will be the key to stopping and curing the virus. The virus will end. You'll make sure of it. You'll fight until every last animatronic is freed and safe. You make sure everything goes back to normal...

Or die trying.

Yes, I'm alive.