Bonnie Bon Bon **autoplay

       “i saw you.”

“ with christmas round the corner, why’s    that so hard to believe? i’m decorating. ”

“ jingle bells, fazbear smells, all is well    by day — when doors shut tight, late in    the night, monsters come out to play!! ”

"Ok let’s add that I am also bad for your  health. Too much smoking, and alcohol,  and all that. I’m also too salty.”

"Y-Yes…" she said, feeling rather embarrassed that Bonnie would even instigate that."We’re… just friends."

Right. Keep telling yourself that, Vixilina.

"Friends don't look at friends the way you look at each other." Bonnie spoke as she straightened up with a smile. "It's okay, I'm not going to mock you."

'isn't that funny? they've been mine too.'

"I don’t feel a damn thing."        It’s defensive moreso than harsh,        instinct working to protect a mind too clever        to ignore what she meant twice in the same night.        Yet the words themselves contradict his meaning,        and he looks almost angry when he realizes it.                    Anger, to hide the hurt. The ache.                    The way suddenly everything feels off.                    No, it always has, but never like this.         “This… whatever you’re tryin’ to pull… Don’t. Seriously.           I know damn well there’s death around me; haven’t been           th’ same since——”                     A hard swallow, a flash of memories                     somehow darker than the usual. Not hell,                     but death and pain all the same…                     Dean recoils from it on instinct, pushes it away                     because it’s too much. Unimportant. Not his point.          “Keep the psychic reading to yourself. I don’t wanna hear it.”

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“ if i was lying, my nose would go all    pinocchio and shit. i was decorating. ”

"you're not the puppet, chica.  you? decorating? now, i don't believe that."

      “No eating humans, humans are bad for your health.”