Mike's return to consciousness was… not graceful, to put it lightly. In actuality, it was a bucket of water splashed on his face. Needless to say Mike was jolted to wake immediately, to find himself still in his office, rather than stuffed inside of a suit, which was a relief. Although, the Golden bear looming over him presented a threat… Wait, Golden Bear?! Mike backed up, scooting against the wall and curling up in fear. He tried to ward the thing off by swiping his hand at it, to no avail. Mike opened his mouth to scream, when the 'Golden Freddy' pushed a finger against his lips, silencing him.
The gesture was… unexpected, and comforting. It seemed like the bear was trying to reassure him that no harm would come to him by it's hands. After a moment of awkward silence, the Golden bear opened it's mouth and said, "Hi! I'm Goldie!" In a cheerful voice, although higher pitched than what Mike would've expected. Mike blinked a little, trying to understand why that was the case.
That was when it hit him. Goldie was a GIRL. All Michael could do to respond to such an uncomfortable situation was stammer, "Y-You're a Girl." Mike wasn't really strong suited at talking to females, even if said female was an eight foot tall yellow bear suit. Goldie kept her face neutral, but said sarcastically, "Yeah, I'm a gal. Is that a problem?" Her voice was soft, but hinted Texan roots, vaguely.
"N-No… It's just that it's unexpected." Mike murmured, face acquiring a slight red tint. It was really foolish to assume that Chica would be the only female in the Fazbear family. He sheepishly rubbed his arm, now noticing minor details, like how her hat and bow was colored dark blue, or how the light flickered, casting shadows that changed and contorted against the walls.
"I'm surprised that you get all hissy fit 'bout that, but not the fact you still got those pretty little eyeballs in your head." Goldie said, adjusting her bowtie. She extended a hand to Mike, which he gratefully took, and stood. "F-Friends?" Mike asked, extending a hand toward Goldie, which she shook lightly, saying, "It's been quite some time since I've had a pal, so sure, why not?" Mike opened his mouth to say something when Goldie visibly tensed. "Pirate Cove. NOW." She snarled, prompting Mike to bring up the Pirate Cove camera feed.
Mike nearly choked. The curtains were thrown wide open, the sign that announced that the animatronic was out of order replaced by the term 'IT'S ME' in blood. Mike yelped, switching to the west hall to see Foxy barreling down the hall. He lunged for the door, which closed with an auditable "CLANG!", followed by pounding on the door and a string of curses in pirate lingo.
"I really can't stand him. Foxy's… full of himself, to say the least." Goldie sighed, propping herself up on the desk as a spot to sit. "If that's to say the least, I'd hate to hear your full opinion. I can't stand narcissists." Mike joked, flipping up his monitor to see, thankfully, that Foxy had withdrawn to his cove, peering out to see the camera.
"Yeah. That's true. You wouldn't." Goldie said, standing up and stretching. "Anyways, I gotta go." With that, she vanished, leaving the security guard alone in his office. Mike checked his watch to see that it was 6AM. 'Another night complete...' Mike thought a small smile forming on his face.
He was going to check the West Hall Corner tomorrow.