Warning

AU (The children didn't posses the animatronics and moved on after purple guy died)

Sentient robots

Springtrap isn't possessed by Purple Guy. He's just gone insane.

Possible typos / writing errors

Small spoilers to FNAF 3

Any recognizable characters or locations belong to Scott Cawthon. I only own the name for Purple Guy.

Flames or complaints will be used to cook Fazbear's pizza.

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Hi, Wilson! Why are you looking so blue today?"

The small boy sniffled and looked up at the towering animatronic with teary grey eyes. "I-I was picked on at school."

The yellow animatronic's smile dropped to a frown and his ears drooped slightly. He knelt down on one knee in front of the pale skinned child and gently tucked a loose strand of jet black hair behind his ear. "Again, huh?"

The boy sniffs again and nods, hugging his knees close to his chest.

"Same boy?"

"Uh huh..." Wilson whimpers before hiding his face against his knees. "They made fun of me because I'm friends with you. They called me a "freak"... I-I'm not a freak...am I?"

Springtrap stared at the boy silently, gazing into his pain-filled eyes. "Of course not! There's nothing wrong in being friends with someone like me. Yes, I'm just a machine. But I'm not like those mindless 'bots you'd see at Disney Land. Fredbear and I are special robots! And our job is to make sure kids like you have a fun time here at Fredbear's Family Diner." He finishes his little lecture by giving the boy's nose a playful "boop" and causing him to giggle in response.

"Thanks, Springy. You really are a good friend to me." The boy sniffs as he gives the bunny a small smile.

The yellow rabbit grins and pulls the young boy into a comforting hug. "Now why don't you turn that little frown of yours upside down and let's play some games together!"

Wilson grins a huge grin and eagerly bobs his head. "Okay!" He says before taking the rabbit's large hand and following him over to the arcade portion of the restaurant.

...

He felt hollow inside.

Despite having a decayed corpse in him for the last thirty years, he still felt hollow inside.

The withered animatronic roamed the halls of his new home. The building was small and the rooms were placed in almost like a pattern. After memorizing their locations, the image Springtrap got in his head was of a running man. The thought humored him a little, but not enough to remove the ache he's felt in him ever since he'd been boarded away from the outside world.

For three decades he's sat alone in a dark room with the rotting body that had once been his friend. Occasionally he would talk to his friend, but when really he was actually talking to himself. He'd mimic his friend's voice and acted how he would've responded when he was alive. He had to stop a few times and mentally remind himself that Wilson wasn't alive anymore. Sometimes he'd imagine hearing his friend's voice in the dark calling out to him and telling him that everything would be fine.

It was the closest thing he had to comfort during his time of agonizing sorrow.

"Hello."

His broken ears twitch and perk as best they could while he turned his head to look over in the direction of the childish voice. Had a little one snuck in and gotten lost? It'd been so long since he's had any kind of contact with children. He could still remember the days when he was in Fredbear's. A rare smile slowly stretched across his maw as he allowed his processor to wander back in time.

Fredbear's...

He could still remember the warmth of the spotlight as it shone down on him and his partner/friend when they were on stage. He could still remember the sunlight shining through the large clear windows and filling up the entire restaurant with almost a golden amber glow. He could still remember the happy laughter of children as they played with the arcade games they had to offer at the time, or when they were jumping in front of the stage during a performance.

The golden years...

When he arrived to the room where he heard the voice he snarled in disappointment after seeing that he'd been tricked by that man in the office again. Growling softly, the withered rabbit stomped out of the room back to the storage room where he was placed in when he arrived. He needed a few minutes to blow some steam before going after the guard again. He assumed the guard must either have schizophrenia, or is just downright paranoid. He's seen the man jump at things that weren't there, or just suddenly scream for no reason. It was quite amusing to watch, actually. Certainly better than sitting around all day doing nothing.

He pushed the metal door open softly before entering the room. From what little light he had, he made his way over to the darkest part of the room and stopped in front of a corner. He lowered his eyelids halfway as he stared at the hidden slumped figure in front of him, his ears lowering.

"Hello, Fredbear... It's me..."

Springtrap's voice was soft. Softer than he's ever spoken in. He did so out of fear that the guard might hear him, but that was very unlikely since he is busy trying to fend off against invisible enemies that don't exist. A loud scream coming from the office assured him that he wouldn't have to worry about any eavesdropping that might occur.

"It's been a long time since we've spoken to each other. Hasn't it, my friend?"

The animatronic laughs to himself dryly before letting out a long sigh that ended in a soft whistle. He keeps staring at the figure, as if waiting for an answer from him. But the only response he got was the same damn silence he's dealt with for the last three decades. The smile he had on his face drops an inch while his ears droop even more.

"I-it's been so long, old friend. I've been so lonely without you..."

There was a brief pause.

"Wilson's dead... He's dead because of me..."

The rabbit's eyelids close while his paws clench into tight, shaky fists. If it were possible, he would be shedding angry tears by now.

"He's gone, Fredbear... He's gone and it's all my fault... I just wanted to protect him; to be with him forever... That's what best friends do, right? Right?"

Silence.

"Well? Please, Fredbear! I need you right now..."

Silence. Springtrap was starting to become very angry. He spoke to the deactivated animatronic as though he were alive and just ignoring him.

"Answer me, damn it!"

The suit did nothing. Its bottom jaw hung open and empty eye sockets focused on nothing. Springtrap's frustrated cry fell upon deaf ears as he angrily punched the wall closes to him, leaving a large hole in it.

"You're always like this! You're always like this! Whenever I need you the most, you're not there! Whenever I need your help, you always come up with an excuse not to get involved! Ever since you befriended Fazfuck and his friends you've left me and Wilson to fend for ourselves. You ABANDONED us, Fredbear! And don't fucking deny it!"

Springtrap was fuming. The calm and seemingly shy persona he once had was long gone by now. He reached out both his paws and violently grabbed the suit by its shoulders, pulling him close until they were face to face. The golden rabbit stared into the black, soulless sockets as though they still had eyes in them. Those gentle blue orbs that have long since become a fuzzy memory in his fractured mind. By now he's tricked himself into thinking that both his friends were alive, and that they are just ignoring him because they're angry. What little sanity Springtrap had left was claimed by the growing mania inside of him.

"WHY, FREDBEAR!? WHY WON'T YOU ANSWER ME!? WHY DIDN'T YOU HELP ME AND WILSON WHEN WE NEEDED YOU THE MOST!? I... I..."

With an infuriated screech, the rabbit threw his friend to the floor roughly and causing his bottom jaw to suddenly become disconnected from his head. Realizing what he'd just done, Springtrap gasped and immediately pulled the bear into his arms as he got down on his knees.

"Oh! Fredbear! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean what I did! I'm sorry... I'm so, very, sorry..."

The rabbit carefully reconnected the jaw as best he could before gently reclining the bear against the wall once more. Gently, Springtrap ran his fingers through the faded gold fur. All the while mumbling apologies to a mere empty suit.

"I just... I just... I just miss you so much, Fredbear... I've been so lonely ever since Wilson died. You were the closest thing I had to a brother. You, Wilson and I used to be so happy back then... Where did it all go wrong?"

The rabbit whimpered, drooping his ears even more as his anger faded into sadness. Memories of the days when it was just him, Fredbear, and Wilson at the diner. Just the three of them - three unlikely friends - spending their days playing games or sharing stories. Wilson's smile wasn't psychotic or chilling, but rather sincere and...happy. He didn't have those dark bags under his eyes from the sleepless nights he's experienced ever since his father had sold the restaurant off to a company called Fazbear Entertainment.

When he and his companion were placed into the cold storage room, he never felt so confused and afraid. He and Fredbear only had each other until that fateful day when he actually left the room to socialize with their replacements. It would soon become a nightly thing for him, and he would unknowingly leave Springtrap feeling abandoned and alone.

"Why, Fred? Why did you have to leave me all alone like this? I would at least have you after Wilson died. I miss you so much. I miss the both of you so. Very. Much..."

One day it all became too much. He and Fredbear had gotten into a fight about Freddy and his group. He and Fredbear have gotten into small arguments before, but this would be the first and only real fight they would ever have. Something in Springtrap snapped and he lost his temper. He would end up dismantling and deactivating his first friend/brother figure for good. For the rest of that night, Springtrap "cried" as he held the dismantled animatronic in his arms.

Springtrap just wanted his old life back. He wanted his friends to be alive again. He wanted to be happy like he was during the "Golden Years" of his animatronic life. But then he remembers something, and a smile twitched on his face.

Smile... That's all he's ever heard from the employees of Fazbear's Pizza. He had a smile for everything now. While his friends couldn't smile anymore, perhaps he can do it for them? The rabbit animatronic closes his eyes and widens his smile as he pictures Goldie and Wilson being in the same room with him. Smiling.

Then he realized: the man in the office really needs to smile. He's the face of Freddy Fazbear's after all!

Yes.. Just smile... Smile and everything will be fine..., The rabbit thought with a dark grin as he slowly got back on both feet and making his way over to the doorway. He stops and looks back to give the bear a soft smile.

"Thanks for listening, Goldie... And don't worry, I'll keep smiling. For the three of us..."

There's no reply.

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Welp... You guys asked for it. Or some of you did...

But here's a sequel to Golden Friends.

Hope you enjoyed!