Project 87

by Salty Peaches-san

AU. Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, and Goldie have been trapped inside a government lab ever since they were murdered and became animatronics. But, when a group of mage teens stumble across them, they are able to escape and experience the sensation of being human for the first time in years. But, there is a great evil lurking beyond the horizon. Can they survive themselves?

1. Chapter 1

Project 87

A FNAF Fanfiction

By: Midnighter1203

AN: I know I'm supposed to be writing Chapter 3 of L&S, but I have no inspiration for it. Also, it is fucking snowing outside, and we are still stuck at school. ? So, enjoy this FNAF story!

Disclaimer: Scott Cawthon owns everything. I own only my ideas. (I wish I owned Goldie)

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The blood... it was everywhere.

There was screaming...

Sirens flickering in the distance...

The cuffs clicking around his wrists...

What was happening?!

Goldie's eyes flew open as he sat up. He blinked a few times before rubbing his eyes to make sure he was really awake. He could never be sure.

Especially after... That day.

Groaning to himself, Goldie turned to look at the clock on the nightstand. The time read 5:30. Sighing, Goldie turned to the side, stood up, and went to make his bed. The guards will be coming soon, he mentally reminded himself. Might as well freak them out a little more. After all, it's not every day an animatronic bear makes a bed.

Oh, did I forget to mention Goldie was an animatronic bear? Oops.

But there he was, endoskeleton, wires, and all. To himself, he thought he looked pretty human, just built out of metal, bolts, and wiring. And with a few odd details sprinkled here and there, like a pair of bear ears and top hat attached to his head, or two unique black eyes with white pupils. But still, he looked human.

However, he had overheard the guards calling him a " shitty rotten bear costume", and telling him to "go back to Chuck E. Cheese, ya fucking rip-off," which had him wonder, what do they see in place of me?

As he finished pulling the sheets tight, Goldie's thoughts wandered to the others. Where exactly are Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, and Cupcake? I haven't see them in a while. God, please let my brother and my friends be okay. Especially Foxy. Seeing him after he was released from "Pirate's Cove" was disheartening. Not to mention how many times they bring up...

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...The Bite of '87.

Goldie shook his head dismissively. He shouldn't dwell on the past. Especially now, when he should figure out where the others were. They kept the 6 of them separate, Freddy ending up with Bonnie, Cupcake, and Chica, while Foxy was taken to different rooms before finally put with the rest of them. Goldie was left alone mostly. However, sometimes he could eat and chat with them. But never for long. In fact, he honestly couldn't remember the last time he was able to just be free and move around. He constantly felt like he was on display, never truly free from this hellhole that he was forced to acknowledge as home.

And sometimes he forgot. He forgot who he was, where he was. He forgot his friends, the guards, everything. Those were the worst. He would become trapped in this mindlessly numb void, screaming and fighting everything that seemed to grab at him, before somehow freezing up and falling asleep. Later, he would find out that he had blanked out and fell into a seizure. One time, he had nearly destroyed the entire cell. Not to mention nearly biting one of the guards' head off.

But, wasn't that why he was here? To forget the outside world, and to be studied, because he was a freak of nature? A sentient bucket of bolts?

He could sometimes remember glimpses of the past. A restaurant, spic and span. He and his friends singing along to something on a stage. Sometimes it was individuals. Cupcake and Chica covered in flour. Bonnie playing a guitar. Foxy dancing a pirate jig. Freddy playing an arcade game with another boy. Those memories were the closest thing he had to actual happiness, and he treasured each one. There was also one that was very blurry, but he could distinctly remember a man's voice telling him that he was proud of him. His father's voice, perhaps? He couldn't remember the face, just a shadow.

"Hey! You fucking little bastard! Get over here!" Goldie was snapped out of his flashback by one of the guards, Vincent probably, calling him over to the gated window. "Coming!" He yelled, quickly finishing off his neatly made bed, and walking over to the gate for another day of torture. All the while wondering, "Will we ever be free from this cage?"

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Sorry for such a short chapter, but I promise that this story will be picking up soon. I have a lot of ideas, but currently KH: Light and Shadows is my main priority, with this and other stories being posted as fit. Also, updates will be either every Friday or as chapters are finished and beta-read. Hope you enjoyed, and REVIEW! Constructive criticism really helps me out. Thanks!