Chapter 2: Newcomers

'For as the days continue to past, the longer did our friendship last. But to what happened on that fateful day, It seemed so vague and so hard to say...

For longer as the days go by, the darkness in my heart where it resides, but tiny as the light may be. You're there in my heart eternally.'

Freddy glares at Goldie. "What on earth are you doing?"

Goldie jumped and looked over to him. "H-huh? oh nothing sorry about that. Deep inside feelings."

"That explains the shadow." Freddy said.

Goldie looked over and screams, hides behind Freddy.

Freddy facepalmed. "Its just your shadow."

"N-no its not..." Goldie cries.

"Can you just continue your story?" Freddy asked.

As the days continued on and show biz seemed more and more better, Goldie and Salvage both have their equal share of the crowds. After the noon show in the back, Salvage took a tiring breath and sat down in the back stage area.

"Wow that was REALLY tiring." Sal said. "But I seemed to notice something different. They're adding a new area."

"Hm? I did sorta notice that too. Maybe they'll fill us in about it later. Or we can check it out tonight." Goldie said, sitting down and noticed a worry look on Sal's face. "You're not scared about it are you?"

"Huh?" Sal shook his head. "No... It's nothing. Let's check it out tonight."

Later that Night as things were closing: Goldie peeked out seeing everyone leave and sat to edge of stage.

"Night Gold." the last worker waved to Goldie and left with everyone else.

Goldie watched all them leave in their cars soon becoming out of sight. He looked around and listened for any noise.

"Hey Sal, it's all clear now. Let's go check it out." Goldie signaled.

Sal yawned and walked out. "I think I dozed for a moment... What we checking out again?"

Goldie pointed to the far corner to a station of a counter top and shelves. "Over there, remember."

Goldie grabbed Sal's hand and dragged him over. "Now let's see what we got. Quite a few boxes."

He opened one that was partially opened and it was full of plushies. "Hey look. We're cute plush toys~"

Sal looked around and eyes glued to the much bigger box. "G-goldie... Do you hear music?"

"Music?" Goldie wondered and walked closer trying to listen, soon humming to it.

The two jumped as the box suddenly opened a little. Goldie nearly hiding behind Salvage, looked over his shoulder and looked to the bright white eyes that peered from the darkness of the box.

"H-hey there? You new here?" Sal asked.

Goldie and Salvage walked closer and the box closed. The two looked to each other.

"Hey." Goldie knocked. "Come on out, we wont hurt you. Just want to get to know you since you work here now."

Salvage leaned up against the side of the box, listening to the music. "Still listening to that music though."

Goldie thought a moment. "How can we get him out to talk... GOT IT!"

Goldie started singing 'Pop the Weasel' and seemingly really enjoying it, Sal stared confused on what he was trying to accomplish out of this, but fell back as the figure in the box opened the lid to the box and hanged over the side of the box looking down on him.

"Oops... Sorry about that. I think it's a thing that happens." The boy said, he was dressed in blacked that striped white to his neck and wrists, his eyes were black with white dots and hair dark like night, his cheeks had purple stripes like tears. To the right side of his face showed a mask nearly resembling his own face.

"Score one for for the Gold." Goldie cheered and got closer to the boy and leaned on the box. "What's your name kid?"

He looked up to Goldie staring a bit blank, and turned away emotionless. "Jack... Jack Marionette."

"Nice to meet you, Jack. I'm Goldie Fazbear and this is Salvage Springtrap. We work on the stage performing for the kids." Goldie said adn watched as Sal got up.

Salvage dusted himself off. "And your job being to scare kids?"

"Sal..." Goldie said disappointed.

"No... I think I may be quite surprising... But... My intentions of work is to give to the kids. Those toys over there to give to them so they're happy." Marionette said and rubbed his head. "At least that's what I think... I've been having some dark thoughts before ending here... And its all fuzzy so I dont know what it is."

"Dont worry about it. Things are fine here." Goldie said.

Sal looked at him uncertain from when he met Goldie, the blank stare... He shook his head and ears turned back seeing a light from down the hall. "W-what's that?"

Goldie looked confused. "A light? there shouldn't be anyone here. You know anything, Marion?"

Marionette jumped, eye twitching."M-marion? Don't be calling me such a ridiculous name, please."

Goldie was about to say something but began to hear footsteps. "We better get back to the stage. We'll talk later, Jack."

Marionette nodded and lowered back into the back peeking to watch the hallway. Goldie and Sal hurried back to the stage, but Goldie stopped turning back to see that Sal slipped on the floor.

Goldie went over and help Sal up and got him back to the stage. Goldie peeked out seeing a strange man with a flashlight walking around looking at everything. Soon saw him walking over the box Marionette was one, petting the top of the box.

"Hope you have fun soon enough with this new life." He soon walked off back through he hall and it became quiet once again.

Goldie looked to Sal. "Hey, you ok?"

Sal flinched and nodded. "Just a small slip that's all..."

"Usually they keep the place clean... Guess someone forgot tonight." Goldie said. "Rest up for now."

Around six, Goldie sat there on stage in deep thought confused over things that just happened... He suddenly flinched to a dark image. "No... Can't be that again. Is Marionette connected to it?"

Before he knew it, he saw the workers come in, one particular caught his attention: paled skin, hair was dark nearly purple, he even wore a sort of purple colored uniform compared to the others.

"That a new guy?" Goldie wondered to himself, he watched as they playfully shoved the new guy around and to the stage.

"Hey, so you're the famous, Gold Bear? I've watched you perform at the diner when I was younger. Great to finally meet you in person. "He said and held out his hand up to Goldie. "My name's Vincent, I'm a new worker on the floor with everyone."

Goldie stared and smiled and shook his hand. "Pleasure, Vincent. Sorry you can't meet Salvage right now. He's still asleep."

Goldie kept staring at him as he smiled and thought to himself. 'Why can't I read that smile...? I can't tell if it's real or fake.'