Good lord….imagine both of them….

(Seriously though….that new Bonnie….why do you do this to me?)

Imagine faceless Bonnie coming out of backstage and dragging itself in the Pizzaria at night, with a zombie like walk, hitting chairs and tables, randomly twitching, screeching and blurting out random glitched lines from its broken voice box. Imagine that banging its head (or what's left of it) on the security glass of your booth, over and over again, Dead Space style…Good god, imagine that getting inside your booth…