"Officer, can we have some music?" Springtrap asked as he laid back in his seat. Goldie nodded and put the radio on. Invincible by Skillet came on.
"Oh, I love this song." Springtrap said happily.
"Target on my back
Lone survivor lasts
They got me in their sights
No surrender no
Trigger fingers go
Living the dangerous life" Springtrap sang, Goldie listened. While he was now singing properly Goldie thought Springtrap's voice almost 100% matched the actual guy singing the song. It was quite good. Goldie soon learnt that Springtrap wasn't as bad as they said, he obviously was just someone who liked to stir trouble but also had no trouble getting his hands dirty. In blood that is, Goldie totally wasn't thinking of something else. Springtrap continued to sing the songs that the radio put on while Goldie was trapped in his thoughts.
The trip went faster than the previous, because Springtrap hardly talked at all. Goldie grew a tad worried.
"Hey, you haven't said much." Goldie said, Springtrap sighed as he was looking out the window.
"I've had… a lot on my mind recently." Springtrap admitted. Goldie nodded, he checked the GPS which indicated they only had around five minutes left.
"Want to talk about it?" Goldie asked.
'Yeah, I doubt you would want to talk about that.' Springtrap thought.
"No." Was all he said. Goldie sighed. 'Since when did he not want to talk about something?' Goldie thought.
Springtrap was in his own head, daydreaming.
"Officer?" Springtrap yelped as he felt golden arms wrapped around his chest and torso.
"Yes Springy?" The bear said close to his ear, Springtrap shivered a little at the closeness, he felt electric pulses shoot through his nerves. Springtrap leaned his head against the neck of the bear behind him. Goldie smiled and nuzzled is cheek making more electricity shoot through Springtrap's nerves. Springtrap turned around so he could face Goldie.
"Officer?" Springtrap whispered, Goldie cupped his face and brought him closer. Springtrap closed his eyes and leaned his face closer until they ki…
"Springtrap?" Springtrap awoke from his daydream and began to blush.
"Uhh what! Uhh! Yes Officer?" Goldie cocked his head.
"Are you ok? I called your name three times to tell you we're here." Springtrap blushed more.
"I'm fine, just lost in thought."
"I can tell." Goldie got out the car and Springtrap followed. Goldie observed the small house, he went to the door and knocked. Springtrap continued to blush as the images from his mind continued to replay in his head.
The door opened to show a fat yellow chicken. She had violet eyes with a purple top and black pants, she appeared to be around her fifties, she smiled warmly.
"Why hello, what can I do for you Officer?" She asked.
"Are you Chica?" Goldie asked.
"Why yes I am."
"Do you mind if we ask you some question that could help us with our case?" Goldie asked politely.
"Why of course, come in I've just backed some biscuits." She said as she led them inside.
"Who might you be?" Chica asked Springtrap.
"Oh, I'm Springtrap, I'm helping Officer." He replied. Chica gave Goldie a look as to ask why Springtrap doesn't use his name.
"He never calls me by my name." Goldie said,
"What is your name?" Chica asked.
"Goldie." Chica nodded. She led them to the lounge room.
"Sit down, I'll be right back." Chica said as she walked away.
"I hope this is quick." Springtrap thought.
