Act I: Chapter 7- The Unknowing


Sitting on the stage was boring, and I was anxious about Chica and Foxy. They had been acting up lately, and me sitting on the stage with just Freddy made it hard to deal with. It was Chica or Foxy, every night. Foxy sometimes did it, staring into the window on the right hall, or it was Chica doing as she did. It was worrying Freddy, I could tell. They were not themselves at night; whichever of them wasn't staring at Emma all night was sulking alone; Chica in the kitchen and Foxy in his cove. Irritatingly, Freddy told me our game was unplayable until the others got better; from whatever it was they were sick with.

So again, Like the weeks before, I sat alone on the stage with Freddy. He said nothing, only glanced at the dark hallways, hoping that the normal Foxy and Chica would emerge from them with smiles on their faces. Though Chica was in the Kitchen and Foxy was in no mood to smile from Emma's window. It was obvious that Freddy had little to no idea what was happening. I think I might, but Chica yelling in the kitchen for a little boy to go away just filled me with worry. Foxy did similar as well which lead me to believe that they were both sick with the same thing. Oddly, though, it only affected one of them and only at night. I didn't like to think about it much, it made me feel even worse knowing that even if I did find out what was wrong with them, that there would be no way I could have helped them. Slowly, but surely, all four of us were spiraling into a deep, deep sorrow filled era of our lives. And we had no warning of it.

There isn't much to say to Freddy anymore, he hadn't said a word to any of us in a week, except during a performance. I decided it best to check around, mostly out of boredom. On my way out, I saw Freddy look up at me, and, if we could, he would have been crying. Instead he showed me a sad little face, like one of true sorrow and depression. I had to find out what was going on with the others; I hated seeing Freddy like this.

I said nothing, but I tried to smile as best I could. I still left him though, there was no way I could stay there looking at him when he was like that. It hurt to much. The air felt colder than usual, and that my gears were turning slower I knew. What interested me was how deathly quiet it had gotten in the entire building. Before, it was filled with quiet whispers of me and Freddy, Emma screaming, or Foxy's random sea shanty. Now, with all of us like this, we were nothing but quiet. I hated it. I decided to head to the kitchen, and see what it was Chica spent all her time in there for. It was even colder in there.

I felt like there was ice hanging from my arms and legs. There was something in the dark, I could feel it. I turned the light on. Nothing. I knew I felt something, I had to find it. I looked around the room, trying to find every single difference that this room had. I noticed the freshly painted walls, neatly kept fridge, clean counters, and… discolored flooring tiles. Yes, it was very, VERY, subtle, but it was THERE! The flooring had a pattern, Black, white, black, white. But this particular part of the floor was different. Black, white, white, black, white… the other side was black, white, black, black, white… something was here. I found that this pattern was repeated in a square shape… under a fridge. Maybe…? I pushed it, and Ha! I found a handle under it! I knew it! I didn't waste time to think about why they hid this, or why it was so hard to get to. I just pulled it. Like I thought, the differentiated tiles were a trap door! The light in the kitchen was bright, though at first I couldn't tell what it was even with the light. It was… yellow… no… maybe goldy yellow. It looked strangely like…

"F-Freddy?" I said nervously. This was not at all what I expected would be in here, not that I thought I would have found anything. It was quite similar to Freddy, in fact, it was the exact same body! Just yellow. It also had dull green eyes. Who was this?! I pulled him out, and as I did so, I heard a strange… giggle. Almost as if there was… I shut my eyes tightly, scared for whatever reason. It was a child! In the building; after hours! I pulled the golden Freddy thing out with me as I hid my face in my chest. I didn't open my eyes until I felt my back hit the wall. Upon opening them I saw… the empty kitchen. I sighed; it was nothing. I got the suit back to the stage. Freddy's eyes widened.

"Look at this Freddy! I found… someone?" I said. I plugged him in, like Freddy, and sat next to him. "When he turns on, if he does, we should figure out what he was doing in the floor of the kitchen!" I said. Freddy didn't say anything still, just stared at the suit. I think I saw his jaw quiver. "Freddy?" I asked him. He did nothing, but his eyes darted around everywhere. "Freddy! What's wrong with you?!" I asked him.

"B-Bonnie… d-don't… go back in the kitchen… he's in there!" He said. I blinked, confused. "T-there's someone else here with us… a l-little boy… I think… I saw him… a bit… and ever since then he's been everywhere… in my dreams… speaking to me… and… and I'm scared! W-where is Chica!?" He said. I never heard him this… horrified before. He sounded like what he was saying could have actually happened, which worried me a bit too. However, I knew that there was no way that was true; How could a little boy be 'everywhere and speaking to you?'? It made no sense.

"She wasn't in the kitchen… so try the bathroom? Why do you want to-" I started, but he left quickly, heading for the bathroom. If I wasn't his friend, I would have been mad, but I could tell he was stressed, so I just sighed and looked our guest. Something I didn't think about came to my mind… had Freddy caught what Foxy and Chica had? Would he start to hang out around the door to Emma's room too?

I shook my head, that was crazy. Plus impossible, considering that Freddy and I didn't get too close to them. How could he have caught it? Regardless, I stopped thinking about Freddy and started to look at this 'Golden Freddy'. After grabbing a rag from the back room, I began to wipe him clean of dust and dirt. He was a older model, that I could tell. He had a really old date on his neck, the last number was smudged but it said "I96X" He was made in the 1960's? If I heard Katie right after our last cleaning, it was 1975! He was much, much older than all of us! If he could turn on, I could get so much information from him! I heard the hum of the charge filling him up; he should be on by now. However, he was still his powered down, unmoving self. I took a deep breath… and opened up his head panel. I was an amateur electrical engineer, but I saw a green wire cut in two. They looked like they were still functional, and they seemed to be in good condition, but it was clear that someone purposely cut the wire. I snapped my finger, running back into the back room and grabbing a tool box. I saw Katie use this when she repaired Foxy's broken wires; a wire stripper, and duct tape. Carefully removing the plastic sheet around the wire with the stripper, I tied the corresponding wires as best I could. I duct taped them back, and pushed his power button after shutting the panel. His eyes lit up!

"*ahem* Ugh… w-where…" He choked out weakly. I guessed he still had dust in his servos, he needed to run for a bit before it all got clean. "Spring… B-Bonnie…? Is that y-you?" He asked. Spring?

"Um… not sure what the 'Spring' Part is for, But my name is Bonnie! Well met!" I said happily, extending my hand in what humans called a 'Handshake'.

He stared at my hand, then back at me. "You clasp my hand, then we shake them, that's how you greet someone new!" I said. He did as I said, then looked back at me.

"W-what is this place?" He asked me. Surprising, honestly.

"This is Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life!" I said.

"Um… ok…" He said with a wrinkled brow. Even he has those…

"Um… yeah." I said, suddenly embarrassed. We sat, saying nothing. "So… um… what were you doing under the floor?" I asked after a bit.

"I was… under the floor?" He said, confused. I nodded "Hm… the last thing I remember was waving goodbye to a dear friend of mine… looked a lot like you… right before they closed him away. Then some people powered me down… now I'm here." He said. I could tell he was nervous, more nervous than Foxy after Freddy scolds him.

"Well… um… so you don't know anything about this sickness?" I asked. His ears perked up.

"Sickness?" He asked me.

"Well... I'm not sure what it is… but the others are going crazy with some thing… Freddy told me he saw a little boy… and I assume Chica and Foxy did the same." I said.

"Chica and Foxy?" He said.

"Oh! I forgot to ask you your name!" I said. He looked highly confused, and it only then dawned on me that he had just woken up in a strange place, was bombarded with questions by a stranger, and had one of the worst second-hand wiring job connecting his AI chip to the rest of his body. I decided to slow my roll.

"Well… m-my name is Spring Freddy, b-but my friend called me Golden…" Golden said. I smiled, patting his back.

"Here, have a seat!" I said, pointing to one of the many chairs and tables. He did as I asked. I sat down, opposite him, and began. "Well, Like I said, I'm Bonnie. This is my home, I work here too. I work with my best friend Freddy, and Chica and Foxy. We have night guard here, named Emma." I said.

"You have a night guard!? Where?" He said, suddenly highly interested. I blinked, confused.

"Whoa there old guy! One thing at a time! Like I was sayin... actually that's about it. Wanna tell me about you?" I said. He calmed down, and straightened his bow tie.

"Um… I'm from an older place… kinda like this… but only… much different. I worked with a good friend… his name was Spring Bonnie… ugh! I keep forgetting… ok… I think that was his name. Anyway… something happened… outside… and the place had to shut down. They locked my friend away, and they did something to me… I didn't wake back up until you found me…" Golden said. I scratched my head.

"What happened outside?" I asked, nervous about the answer.

Golden's face went stoic. "It was a little boy, tears soaked his poor little face… he was… someone killed him, right outside the door." He said. A little boy… so…

"Freddy said he saw a little boy…" I remembered. "You don't… it can't be-"

"It has to be." Golden said flatly. My fur rippled; How could it be? A child murdered many, many years ago, how could he be there?

"B-But h-how?"

"I… hate to say it, but… I think his spirit followed me here.. This is bad! That spirit is demented and volatile! Why would it not be? The police did nothing… the man was never found… and he was an orphan… no parents… no one loved him… it's… it's no wonder he's taking out his revenge… But… why is he after your night guard?"

"I don't know… Emma didn't do anything! Wait, wait, this is crazy, there is no way this sickness is a child. I mean, I haven't seen him." I said.

"Hm… but you say the others saw him… maybe he needs you to see him before he can possess you. Bonnie, you need to keep Emma safe… until this kid calms down, you need to be careful not to see him… and keep Emma safe… just be careful, ok? Now, go put me back into the hole, ok?" He said. He trudged back to the kitchen, and I followed behind slowly.

"But… If I'm protecting Emma… how can I play our game with her? We haven't even gotten her once… I really want to win and shove her, she's won everyday." I whispered behind him. "I hope Freddy and the others will be alright… but this better not take too long…"

"Is this where you found me then?" Golden said, pointing to the trapdoor in the floor.

"What made you guess?" I joked. He ignored me, climbing in. A thought crossed my mind "Wait, are you getting back in there! Don't you want to be out with us!?" I said.

"No… you have a lot of issues to sort out… and I've got a lot to think about… lucky me, there's a outlet here… anyway, do you really think the staff would let me, and old worn robot, sit with the new ones? Thought not." Golden said, frowning. I sighed, reassuring him I would let him out every now and then for a few hours to stretch. "Sure…" He said, looking away from the door as I closed it. I pushed the fridge back over the hole, and walked out of the room. My head drooped, and my ears fell near my eyes.

"Oh Freddy… Chica… Foxy… I hope this blows over soon…" I said to no one in particular, sitting down in a chair, waiting as I counted every second before Six AM, staring at the spinning stars on the ceiling. I had a lot of work ahead of me, and not just labor. I had to be strong for all of my mentally unstable friends, whether I wanted to or not. I couldn't risk seeing that child, if this was even the case. I have to keep Emma safe, in whatever way I can. And most importantly, I have to make sure the others don't dismantle themselves. Of all of them, Foxy was the most mentally broken. I'll start with him.


Author's Note-

This chapter is the one that finally introduces Golden Freddy! The lot is finally hitting the ground at a run! Which is worth a few chapters of filler, for sure. I'm having lots of fun with this story, let me know if you do too! I've already gotten a huge following from this, so you know, keep that up! Bye!


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