Golden Freddy was desperate. His emotions about this threat were a mix of paranoia, anger, and anxiety. He grunted to himself, trying to figure out a way to fix the problem before it got worse.

"What is one way, a passive way, to neutralize the threat?" Goldy muttered in a ghostly, questioned voice. "The only way I can think of is to talk and reason with him, I can't find another way." He slammed his paws in his face. Beginning to cry.

"Well, You could ask around you know. Maybe, bring back the good ole' days?" It was that voice again. The mysterious voice that was making him go insane. But, the voice did seem to make sense. "So, if I were to bring back the Good ole days, What will I need to do?" He asked seemingly no body.

"Fredbear, all you need to do is find a weapon. Not just any weapon as in, per say a Kitchen knife or rope. I'm talking about a ritual weapon. Found deep inside the basment. It's where I was executed." The voice's offer sounded grotesque. But, also pleasing at the same time. Goldy looked down back at his desk, the looked behind him.

He saw him. More like an it now. Startled, he jumped out of his seat and stared. "E-" "Shh... Don't speak of my name." The phantom calmly asked. "Right, well, where in the basement can I find this weapon? Who needs to die?" Goldy struggled to say. But, he managed. Still in shock of his former friend's ghostly figure. "All you need are the blood and internal organs of A bear, A fox, A chicken, and A Rabbit. And one more of your choice..." The figure grinned. Goldy knew who needed to die, And he yearned for the old days to come back. Before Freddy's. Back at Fredbear's, before anything went wrong.

"I'll do it. But, only if my brother stays neutral during the sacrifices." The figure nodded. Giving a sign, he vanished in thick smoke. Dropping an animatronic eyeball.

Goldy picked it up. But, a sudden flashback hit him. Making him unconscious. As he dropped to tge floor with a thud.

Fredbear's Family Diner, 1972

"Haha, Nice one Fred. That show was purely a hit!" A yellow rabbit gently hit his brother's arm as the two walked down the hallway of the diner. "Yeah, well you did a good job with that banjo, Bud." Fredbear mockingly said back with a chuckle.

The two made a left turn torwards the bosses office. Knocking on the door light enough to where the man inside could hear. "Come in!" The man shouted. SpringBonnie opened the door and Signaled his brother that he could go first. Fredbear entered, SpringBonnie Trailing behind, Closing the door with a click. "That boys, was an amazing performance!" The man clapped his hands. The two boys blushed with embarrassment.

"Thanks sir." Fredbear said shyly. Stuttering after awhile of nervousness. The man just smiled and looked at SpringBonnie. "You, I need to see you later. Important Business." Tilting his head, SpringBonnie nodded his head and gulped. "Where do we meet?" "Backstage, I need you for something." The man smirked. A purple flair in his eyes for a moment. Neither of the brothers saw it. But, it was suspicious.

After what seemed like hours of talk. The brothers and the man, departed for the hallway. Fredbear, spliting up with SpringBonnie and his boss. Giving glances back at the two. Whom made way for the backstage.

"Mr. Afton, may I ask why I am of need in your assistance?" SpringBonnie asked with a cocked head. He laughed. Only replying with the single phrase.

"I need your body SpringBonnie. Become a Springlock, and hid me as I carry out my sins. Lord knows what I'm about to do. But, Satan as my witness. Let my duties carry out as I cleanse the world of 5 pesky brats."