A/N: In Honor Of The Release of FNaF3:

My humble interpretation of Golden Freddy. Enjoy.

Night 5, 4:30 am

The two animatronics had Mike cornered.

Mike, poor Mike, sniffled, "Please, don't. I'm not an endo. Oh, lordy, seventeen's too young to die!"

Freddy answered, "Purple Man, you're going down!"

Golden Freddy murmured, "Finally. After all these years..."

"Freddy, please?" Begged Mike.

Freddy took a step forward.

Mike turned to his last hope. "G-golden Freddy?"

Both animatronics froze. "What did you just call me?" Demanded Golden Freddy.

Mike was shocked that he wasn't dead yet. "Golden Freddy. Isn't that your name?" He asked.

"NO! Golden Freddy! As if! Where in all that's good and moral did you ever get Golden Freddy from?"

"Well, you do look like...Freddy..." Mike stammered.

"I am Golden. He is brown. My eyes are black. His are blue. Honestly, are you colorblind?"

"Well...that's what the...ah...why...there's...the Golden...can't have...two...Freddys...he...he...eheh..."

Mike laughed nervously.

Freddy facepalmed.

Golden Freddy paced back and forth. "Golden Freddy. Golden Freddy. What'll it be next, Brown Freddy for you? Purple Bunny for Bonnie? Boy, Bonnie'd sure raise a stink about that."

"Bonnie'd hate that." Agreed Freddy.

"Well...maybe... a special name...for a special...teleporting...guy?" Mike suggested lamely.

Freddy stared directly at him. "Who do you think you're kidding?" He asked.

"Nobody." Mike admitted. "Ya know, if you'd just walk around like normal and didn't do that creepy poster thing, I bet everyone would know your-"

"It's not my fault the Marionette ran out of suits to put our spirits in. And the poster's part of my entrance." Golden Freddy grumbled.

Mike, ever helpful, said, "Phone Guy said there was an extra golden suit locked away somewhere."

"Springtrap." Said Freddy automatically.

Mike was very confused. "But it's Autumn right now." He said, puzzled.

"Never mind."

"So if Golden Freddy's not-"

"Do not call me that."

"What is?"

"Itsmee."

"Itsmee? That's your name?"

"Yes! Don't you see it flashing on the screen every time I try to kill you? Is your eyesight really that bad?"

Freddy patted Itsmee on the back. "Calm down. Anyway, if his eyesight was that bad, he wouldn't have gotten this far."

"Some people call you Yellow Bear." Said Mike, trying to make things better.

"That's even worse. Golden Freddy. Yellow Bear. Ugh." Said Itsmee. He looked around. "Well, now that that's settled...Purple Man, you are..."

"Hold on. Hold on. If I don't get to call you by a conjecture, than neither do you. My name is Mike."

"So that's your real name!" said Freddy accusingly.

"Nononono! I am not-oh, forget it. Now that I've gotten Go-Itsmee's name, don't I deserve a another chance? Maybe you could go tell Bonnie and Chica-those are there names right? That I'm Mike, not Purple Man."

"Hmmm...Very well. We'll be back soon. Very soon." With that Freddy and Itsmee exited.

Mike shut the door behind them. "PHEW!" He exclaimed, wiping the sweat of his brow.

An incredulous voice behind him then asked, "Is it really true that you just called Itsmee Golden Freddy?"

"ACK!" Yelled Mike, slamming the door on Chica at the last possible moment.

"I'll take that as a yes."

A/N: So, what did you think?