FNaF: The Truth behind The Bite of'87

Bonnie' s P.O.V

I remember the screams that cut through the laughter at the party. The sound of tearing flesh and cracking bone. The blood that dripped from his jaw. The Bite of '87. We were never like that. This event was not a result of our elaborate programming. It was Bordem.  I remember why it happened in the first place
   We had always been left on during the night to prevent our servos from locking up. So we could move around a bit. But Bordem took over. I felt the sanity drain from our bodies, and our souls.
    It was his birthday and all of our friends were there. We were having the time of our lives, singing, dancing, playing games. Until it was time for cake. We followed Freddy into a room, where he revealed himself. It was not our beloved robotic bear, but the murderous Purple Guy. I remember the knife as it cut through my neck. And then it all went black. I had died. My body was crushed into a suit, as my spirit flowed over the endoskeleton like water.
   We were just his puppets, controlled by programming and unable to do what we wanted without getting in trouble. It was like this until our sanity was completely gone. There came the dreaded event, The Bite of '87.
   Then we were locked in a room. I plucked my guitar sadly. The tune reminded me of the year's I had spent on stage, performing for crowds as they enjoyed the music. But now, when I played, you could hear my rusted parts creak. It ruined the music for me. What was once rocking was now rusted. Just like the memories of joy.
    I truly regretted taking place in the Bite. I wished I could go back in time and prevent it from happening. I punished myself in the two worst ways. The suit ripped. I exposed my endoskeleton by ripping my face off, literally. If the victim had to suffer so would I. I will never forgive myself for the horrible thing I had done.