Disclaimer: I do not own Five Nights of Freddy's or any characters associated with the game. They are appropriately belonging to Scott Cawthon.

Pairings: Golden Freddy x Springtrap (Golden Bonnie)

Rating: T for Fluff and some disturbing images, mental infirmity and language.

Note: I am writing this fic as the animatronics having a strong AI and being aware of everything going on around them, with their memory banks in the AI programming having recalled the events that happened in the past. No spirits inhibiting them since I believe a person that has died stays that way. Also, this fic is written from Springtrap's POV and Golden Freddy's POV.

Past-Italics

Sweet Melodies

By

Marih Dimitri

Chapter One: Humans

The room is dark, damp and wet. Several raindrops trickled down from the worn out roof. There are many empty arcade machines that are scattered on the tile floor, some cracks and breakage being apparent. Rats infest the area as well as a permitting stench in the air. If anyone could smell it if it wasn't for the wood boarded up, covering the wall into this secret area. I flicked a rat away that was nibbling at the cracked shell covering my endoskeleton. The fabric was torn in places, with wires exposing out. The rain then ceased to fall, replaced by a shining light of the sun. I glanced upwards at the warm rays, it's funny how I can feel these things, but I guess it was due to my Artificial Intelligence. I was programmed to pick up human interactions and sensations, along with emotions. I often wonder if the humans that had constructed me really knew how strong those mechanisms were. It doesn't really matter anyways. I've been left to rot, nothing more than just a drifting memory.

"Hey, watch it with that lamppost. You almost hit me in the head with that thing."

Was that a voice I just heard coming from inside this building? "Hang up those pictures. We need to get this place ready in less than a week." "Yeah, Yeah! So I've heard!"

So it wasn't a malfunction in my hearing mechanism. There seems to be people inside the building. Actual people and they are working on the building itself. From the noise of some mechanical machinery and some nails digging into the walls, they were fixing up the place, but for what? They couldn't be using the building for a restaurant, could they? No one is that foolish to do so. This place has been marred with a deepening scar. Unjustified Death is what lurks in this old, forgotten place.

"Oh man. I totally can't believe we found this authentic Foxy head. It's going to look totally awesome being displayed on the top of the wall entrance."

Foxy?! Wasn't he destroyed long ago? I remember the early days of him playing along with the children, having them go in his pirate adventures. Those were happier times. I didn't realize that I was pressing my ears against the wood wall. I must admit, it has been ages since I heard human voices inside this building and the prospect of hearing them again intrigued me. Though I would prefer to hear the laughter and giggles of children playing around, but those days are long gone.

"This building is pretty old and needs some repairs. I would estimate that it's been 30 since this building was constructed. There are rooms that have been closed off due to some budget cuts in the past. However, there is one particular room that was sealed. The owners wouldn't say what was in that room except that it needed to be sealed off."

"Dude, that's totally interesting. We'll look into it, for sure. We've been collecting stuff."

That human with the hyper tone is starting to annoy my circuits. Ever since that day when HE snuffed the life of those innocent souls, I had little tolerance with adult humans. I wouldn't harm them, but, I would make sure that they would regret coming inside this building. Though with females, the one that would birth children, I would be more….lenient. That task in itself proved difficult when I'm sealed off from the rest of the building.

"This place gives me the creeps and it looks really old." "Ah, don't worry babe. This place is totally going to be fun for everyone. It's going to be the spook fest of the century." "Why did I agree to work in this place?"

"This place is alright, nothing much to it, except some old looking relics and kids drawings." "Duuuude, like you don't even know the half of it. Follow me, I'll show you to your work station. Ladies first."

"Alright, but don't call me babe."

Did I just hear right? Are they turning this place into a….horror attraction? How disgraceful! Using the marred reputation of this once joyous place for attraction to scare humans. If I get out of these walls, I'll give them something to be scared of.

A crackle of thunder vibrated through the walls, rain drops tickling back inside this perturbed wall. The rats scattered, frightening by the sounds. I myself welcomed it. It was a nice and soothing rhythm that seems to calm the tempest that is boiling inside of me. A flash of light quickly entered into the room, brightening up the place, but it was temporary for just as quickly as it flashed into the room, it vanished.

Hours passed by and night had fallen. My head tilted upwards and peered through a small, gaping hole in the roof. Stars had littered the sky, the storm tempest having passed on by. I no longer hear the humans. My assumptions are that they have left for the night, though I heard a distant shuffling of feet along with a sneeze. I must shut down for the night. I'll need to rest my circuits in order to see what tomorrow will entail and what more will the humans do to this place.

Sparks?! Where are these sparks coming from? Have I awakened? Hmm…the tendons seem to function properly. How long was I offline? Hmm…not much has changed in this room. The rats are still scattering about and the roof is barely containing moisture. This place has turned into such a decrepit space.

Bonnie's still here, resting on the floor. Though there are some wears from the ages that he's been isolated, he still looks as beautiful as the day I saw him. That was so long ago and happier times when it was just the two of us, bringing laughter into the children eyes. He appears to be offline at the moment. He's just probably resting his circuits.

Somehow, I feel heat radiating into my cheeks. Bonnie, he always did have that effect on me. I'll watch him for the rest of the night, like I always have.

Goodnight, sweet Spring Bonnie, my love.