HURT-COMFORT

Strings: ...where are we?

Bonnie: I don't know.

Strings: Where's Simon?

Bonnie: I don't know.

Strings: ...what do we do?

Bonnie: I don't know.

(Strings is silent for a moment before he takes a seat, his back against The Blackrabbit's. He looks around, seeing nothing but an endless white void.)

Bonnie: ...are you dead?

Strings: I don't think I can die.

Bonnie: Then, how are you here?

Strings: How are you here?

Bonnie: ...

Strings: There doesn't seem to be much else we can do except talk...and you seem saddened.

Bonnie: What gave it away?

Strings: Your mood. Your body language. The tear tracks across your face.

Bonnie: This isn't even my face...my real face anyway.

Strings: ...Simon told me you were killed by Father. Is that true?

Bonnie: It is...he didn't mean it. My death was my fault...I wore a mask that I made a while ago for nostalgia's sake. Dad thought I was something else.

Strings: Father liked to keep secrets, didn't he?

Bonnie: A lot of secrets.

Strings: He had a lot of nightmares, I think.

Bonnie: What gave you that idea...?

Strings: Me and the others were made to help make them better. I think I was the only one he didn't redesign into being cute and cuddly.

Bonnie: I wonder what you would've been if he did.

Strings: ...I would've liked to be human.

Bonnie: It's nice...to be human. It can suck, but you never truly appreciate something until you've lost it.

Strings: I'm sorry that you didn't get to live a full life.

Bonnie: ...I want to say 'it's okay', but it's not...I think I know why I can't move on. Have my Happiest Day.

Strings: Happiest Day?

Bonnie: It's a term I made up. When I was alive, I was a ghost hunter. I researched everything I could about spirits and the paranormal. The afterlife. I was right obviously, but...I didn't find that out in a way I liked. When someone is killed, they're given a second chance by the forces of nature itself, and left to wander Earth as a spirit until they move on from what is keeping them. When they do move on, it's probably a very happy time...a Happiest Day.

Strings: Why can't you have yours?

Bonnie: Beause I can't move on from what happened to me...how do you move on from your own death? How do you move on when you have no one left? How can you move on when you were proven right in the worst of ways?

Strings: I don't know.

Bonnie: Exactly...I'm stuck here until I figure it out.

Strings: Wherever we are, you mean.

Bonnie: ...I think we may be in WeaselWare. My dad's system.

Strings: That makes sense...how do we get out?

Bonnie: There should be a way. I don't wanna leave right now.

Strings: ...Simon's deactivated. So, I'll stay with you.

Bonnie: ...why?

Strings: Because no one deserves to be alone when they're hurting. I don't know how to help you move on...but, maybe we can figure it out together. We're family.

Bonnie: Family? Do...you have a spirit inside you? Of Mom? Uncle? Dad?

Strings: No. But Father made me like he made you. If you want to be, we're like siblings.

Bonnie: ...I think I'd like that.

Strings: You're smiling. Are you feeling better?

Bonnie: A little...I think I was saddened before because I would be going through this alone...with no one to talk to about it...I was a little lonely in my life anyway...

Strings: A little?

Bonnie: I had some friends...I'm not sure what their reaction was when they learned I died.

Strings: If they cared about you, they are probably still saddened by it.

Bonnie: I guess that makes sense...thank you.

Strings: For talking to you?

Bonnie: For staying.

Strings: You're welcome...sister.