So! Another day, another chapter. I meant to put a Happy 4th of July in the other chapter. But, there was…. Complications.

But I must venture fortworth!

Mike: Its Forward dumbass.

Oh yeah. XD! Hopefully you took note that Mark and Felix are none other than Markiplier and Pewdiepie! If you found that out, Good fer yew! G-Good far yew!

Chapter 7

Mike was sitting in his leather chair contemplating on how to brutally murder all of the furries. Had he forgotten about his death? No. Was he going to try to kill them? Yes.

It was all a miscompetitve way of trying and failing. But if he was going to go out, Twice let me remind you, he was going to go out with style. Mike looked at his hand, brown with steel ligaments. How had it come to this?

It was like yesterday news. Mike left his house at 11:30. Arrived at 11:37. Said hi to Chris. Died at exactly 1:00. Never found his body.

Mike rubbed his forehead and lifted his arm, revealing ripped pants. Mike sighed and threw the pants into the corner,

"A fucking waste…"

Right about now, Mike SHOULD be relaxing on his bed catching some Z's, with a nice fat check on his bedpost.

But instead he was reincarnated in a Freddy suit, doomed to roam these halls until he was to be taken apart, or melted down. Both of which sounded horrible.

Bonnie and Foxy had taken Doug,(Yes from Up), inside the cove to get away from Mike. It wasn't all bad really. Mike just wanted that Dog teared limb from limb.

But it was to no avail, that the gang WANTED mike away from Doug. For his safety of course.

Turns out that Doug is a Mute. Can't speak but can respond using signs and shapes. Mike thought that Doug being Mute was great. So no one can hear him scream.

Doug also thought he was Mike. Like the actual Mike. Which also, seriously ticked real Mike off to no end.

Mike looked up from thought and saw a faint golden shimmer. Only one thing could do that. It was one thing Mike feared than his own shit.

A shape of a Golden Freddy appeared in front of Mike. With no tablet to shield from his gaze, Mike could only stare in utter fear as Goldie loomed at him awkwardly.

He was in bad shape. Head turned at an awkward angle, arms and legs limp at his side, black pitiless eyes that seemed to rip into your soul.

Then the damndest thing happened. Goldie stood up. Like, actually stood Fully up. Mike swiveled backwards in his chair until he hit the wall. Goldie still advanced, to what seemed he would walk straight through Mike.

Goldie stopped about a foot away from Mike. Then he stared at him. It was creepy in every way, in the office a small room, with only two ways out. One of which Mike couldn't go through because of Freddy and Doug and the other was to go Past Goldie.

Goldie saw Mikes eyes flicker to the escapes. So he closed both doors and leaned on one,

"Hello Michael."

Mike blinked and gulped down a wadfull of something,

"This..is..civil…um hi?"

Goldie chuckled and pulled a chair from the side of he desk. He flipped it open and turned it backwards. He sat down and looked at Mike with a grin,

"I've been watching you for some time Michael. Sorry to hear that you,"

Goldie hesitated,

"Joined us."

Goldie leaned back and sighed when Mike nodded slowly,

"OK? Um… should I be worried or something?"

Goldie laughed and scratched his chin,

"Actually yes you should. You remember when you made pizzas with Chica?"

Mike chuckled nervously and nodded.,

"Yeah? What about it?"

Goldie clapped his knee and stood up,

"Here let me…"

-At the Coffee shop-

"Show you something."

Felix said pulling out a small photo. He laid it on the glass table and shifted it so Chris could see it,

"The yellow creature in the photo is called uhmm.."

Mark looked down and coughed,

"Golden Freddy."

Felix ahhd and pointed at Mark,

"Yeah! Goldie."

Mark closed his eyes and looked away,

"He was an asshole."

Chris, who was slowly letting the info sink in, said,

"So, is he a ghost?"

Felix gazed at the photo and shook hi head,

"He is a puppet."

In the Photo stood a blonde guard who was lying in a pool of blood. Foxy stood above him with an expression unimaginable of what had happened. People and other things ran about. But behind a small child was a faint gold shimmer.

Mark grunted as he swiped the picture away,

"This photo was from 1987. When yknow…"

Felix nodded as Chris lit a cigarette,

"Jeremy Fitzgerald got bit."

Chris coughed as he blew a puff of smoke in the air,

"Yeah, Question Mark. Guy was pretty cool. Where is he now?"

Mark piped up with a frown,

"Last we heard, he was with Mikes Mom."

Chris gagged on something and slammed his fist on the table,

"What?!"

Felix chided in nonchalantly,

"Yeah, Mike's dear mummy is in the hospital. Didn't he tell you that?"

Chris coughed until he could breathe again. People around him looked at Chris questioningly. So Chris shook his head quickly,

"No. Last I saw, he died a few fucking days ago."

Both men shifted uncomfortably in their seats and nodded solemnly. Chris jolted in his seat when an alarm went off, signaling that it was opening time. Chris sighed and threw a few bucks on the table,

"Alright, see you guys."

Mark and Felix walked away in different directions while Chris walked across the street and into Freddy's.

DX I AM LOSIN MEH MIND! Sorry guys, Two chapters one day. I left you guys here with a stupid ass cliffhanger so, forgive me.

Now, HAPPY FOURTHS! Take pride for today! Set off some fireworks, blow your house up!

Okay, don't blow your house up. That would be pretty bad. Anyways! I would like to thank you guys for taking your time to read my fic!

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