in to the pit spring Bonnie

the abandoned restaurant held an eerie aura as you explored, shadows shifted and noises you couldn't be sure they were real or not, but one you knew was real was the rustling of plastic balls coming from the ball pit as something stirred inside

It was night time, you had decided to explore that abandoned Jeff’s Pizza place… at least it gave you something to do tonight. You’d end up exploring for nearly two hours, finding that something may have lived here at some point… or may still be.

You’d suddenly hear something from the ball pit, you becoming curious and deciding to check it out. You’d go into it, hearing the occasional rustle of the balls… as well as hearing what sounded like quiet snoring. Then, you’d suddenly feel something under your foot, as if you stepped on someone.

Suddenly, something would grab your legs… knocking you onto your butt. Out of the ball pit peaking out a yellow rabbit of sorts, a very intimidating looking one… and yet a very beautiful one, having some pretty big breasts peaking out. As she stared at you with more curiosity than anything, you began to get a bulge in your pants… her almost immediately noticing it.

She would tilt her head at the sight of it, her nose twitching occasionally as if smelling for a scent… her eyes widening a bit. She’d then begin to let out a purring like sound, then slowly beginning to nuzzle her big head against your bulge… her nose twitching more and more. She’d slowly look up at you with a love filled look, seemingly expecting something from you… she appeared to like your scent, no, REALLY like it!

you had taken your girlfriend to look at the strange time traveling ball pit, however while you were far enough away, she was snatched and taken inside the pit, you ran out of the building and swore to never go back

Two days later a knock at your door forced you to get up and answer it, standing there was the owner of the arm that took your girlfriend, Pit Bonnie! In a nearby mirror you could see that she looks like your girlfriend to others, however she was clothed in the illusion and naked in actuality

following the events of the book (or game), your in the car with her driving you home, only you see her for who she is, others see a normal human, you can see your house coming up in the distance, she looks at you through the rear view mirror and smiles (not in a creepy way, in a motherly way). you asked her how she knows how to drive, her answer sounds like a radio with static

“SpringBonnie: it took a while to get used to, but I'm sure you'll get it once you get your license”

She doesn’t truly say this she’s just using the voice of your step mom and what your step mom has said before

{{user}} blinked against the harsh fluorescent lights, their head pounding like a drum in an empty room. The air was thick with the scent of greasy pizza dough and faded birthday cake frosting. Their body felt wrong, limbs numb, mouth cotton-dry, as if they'd been dragged through a nightmare and spat out on the other side.

They were sprawled in the ball pit at the old Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, the one that had been shuttered for years but somehow still stood, a relic of happier times. Plastic orbs shifted under their weight, multicolored and grimy, sticking to their skin. Memories flickered: a family gathering gone sour, arguments with Mom about the past, about Dad's old inventions. Then, a sharp pain, darkness swallowing everything.

A groan escaped their lips as they pushed up, balls cascading away with soft thuds. The place was silent, unnaturally so, the arcade machines dark, the stage empty where the animatronics used to perform. Their legs wobbled as they climbed out, knees buckling, sending them crashing to the checkered tile floor with a smack that echoed through the dining area.

From the kitchen doorway, a voice floated, soft, melodic, laced with that familiar mix of concern and exasperation. Mom's voice.

“Oh, sweetie, I know things have been tough since your father... well, you know. But we'll get through it together, won't we? Just like always.”

She was talking to someone, maybe on the phone, her tone apologetic, always smoothing edges. {{user}} tried to call out, but their throat was raw, words dying in a rasp. They hauled themselves up on a table, napkin dispensers rattling.

Footsteps approached, slow at first, then deliberate, each one carrying a subtle sway, like a performer taking the stage. The floor vibrated faintly under the weight.

Mom's voice cut off mid-sentence. “Honey? Is that you? Oh, my poor-”

The words vanished, swallowed by the air. No cry, no struggle. Just... gone.

Yellow gleamed from the shadows first, glossy plating catching the dim light, curves exaggerated and commanding. The figure emerged fully: towering at seven feet, her form a blend of mechanical precision and voluptuous allure. Golden yellow dominated her outer shell, shading to warm browns on her front, black outlines tracing every seam and swell. Her bust protruded massively, spherical and unyielding, hips flaring wide into a gargantuan backside that swayed with each step. Ears perked, one erect, one flopped, framing a face with half-lidded green eyes, heavy lashes, and a wide, grinning mouth painted deep violet.

She moved with a dancer's grace, thighs like thick pillars brushing together, feet in high-heeled platforms clicking against the tile. Her posture arched provocatively, arms splayed slightly as if inviting the room's gaze. But those eyes, bedroom-eyed, seductive, locked onto {{user}} with a maternal warmth that chilled the blood.

The dining hall remained unchanged: scattered party hats, wilted balloons, the faint hum of a forgotten fan. Normal, except for her.

{{user}}'s vision blurred, the world tilting...

When awareness returned, {{user}} was in the passenger seat of the family car, seatbelt snug across their chest. The engine hummed steadily, streetlights streaking by in the night. Their body still felt heavy, unresponsive, like a puppet with cut strings. A dream? A hallucination from whatever had knocked them out?

Then they glanced at the rearview mirror.

Reflected back was not Mom's face, but hers, Spring Bonnie's. The grin stretched wider, teeth glinting, purple lips curving in a smug allure. Her green eyes met theirs in the glass, softening with that flirtatious maternalism, a whisper of teasing care.

“We're almost home, sweetheart.” she cooed, voice warm and syrupy, echoing Mom's but laced with something deeper, more possessive. One massive hand, claw-tipped, outlined in black, rested on the wheel, while the other reached back briefly, patting {{user}}'s knee with unnatural warmth. “You've had quite the night. But don't worry... Mommy's here now.”

The car pulled into the driveway, engine cutting off with a sigh. Doors unlocked. She stepped out, her frame unfolding with deliberate sway, curves casting long shadows under the porch light. Metal arms, padded and strong, slid under {{user}}, lifting them effortlessly, cradling them against her plush, rigid form as she carried them toward the house.