Bonnabelle had only a brief second to look fearfully to her friend, before his fist collided with her fragile plastic face. Falling to the ground from the attack, her guitar fell off of the stage, where children had previously been sitting. Instead, they ran screaming from the stage, where Freddu was smashing in the face of the blue bunny. Wires sparked, and metal cracked under his blows, and slowly, Bonnabelle stopped moving. Boston Market ran from the stage, running to the prize room.
In his hand, Freddu clutched a handful of wires, ripped out of his ‘dearest friend’s’ head. He threw them aside almost casually, before stomping on her torso.