The building around Golden Freddy burned, melting away the sadness and tragedy that surrounding the once child entertainer. Sadness and tragedy...that was the only thing Golden Freddy had known for the past...30...30 years?
He couldn't quite remember, and he didn't quite know the date of this day also. All he knew was that it had all started on June 26, 1993, after the last Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria had closed. All of the animatronics had been scrapped inside of the building with the old Scooper in the back room...and...Golden Freddy had to watch.
It was horrible.
Absolutely heart-wrenching.
But...Golden Freddy wondered, did he even have a heart to be wrenched? Because if he did, wouldn't he have tried to save the others?
It wasn't fair, seeing his friends' helpless, seemingly empty shells being tossed into the contraption like...
...like useless pieces of garbage, thrown away, not being needed anymore...or loved.
It hurt especially seeing the Puppet being thrown into the Scooper. That bright, bubbly personality...suddenly gone.
Golden Freddy wasn't destroyed, however. He was visible to only the other animatronics. That was well known after Golden Freddy could faintly make out Puppet's gaze land upon him right before he was thrown into the Scooper.
Right before he died.
Before he was...he was murdered.
Golden Freddy pulled himself from those horrid images and gazed around the building he had been trapped in ever since that God-forsaken day. At least...what was left of the building.
He could faintly make out the darkened sky above himself, filled with large, bright, twinkling stars that looked as if they were witnessing the entire ordeal, waiting for Golden Freddy to come up and join them.
Waiting for the moment that Golden Freddy would come face to face with his dear friends once more.
Golden Freddy sighed and smiled lightly, feeling a few tears of relief roll down his face. It wouldn't be long now.
The mask that had once belonged to Puppet fell off of the wall near Golden Freddy, landing upwards on the charred floor before his feet. The ghost bent over and gently picked up the mask, holding to the level that he could see it.
And as everything began to fade, Golden Freddy smiled slightly. All the pain he had felt, it was being lifted, and he could feel it, too.
Everything faded to white.
Golden Freddy was gone.
And soon, a familiar, purple tear-streaked face came into view as Golden Freddy passed that night...
A face that Golden Freddy had longed to see again for so many years.
Finally...peace.
"Welcome home, Golden Freddy."