Last chapter was bad I know. ;_; poor Springtrap!
An animatronic's death was like a human's death. Neither can be brought back to life.
Animatronics also have souls, like humans do.
That said, getting over the loss of his best friend was hard for Goldie.
For a few days, he kept half expecting Springtrap to run up behind him, steal his top hat, then laugh and give it back.
He kept hearing Springtrap's voice calling his name, then turning around and no one was there.
That was denial.
For the next couple days, he felt angry- at himself and Purple Guy, who had gotten away.
How could I have let him die? How could I have stopped that from happening? Why didn't I stop Purple Guy?
For one day, he tried to think of a way to bring Springtrap back- to get his best friend back.
But he couldn't.
And so began depression.
It took way longer to get over this then the other stages of grief.
The image of Springtrap, helpless and dying, haunted his dreams.
He spent hours alone, crying.
He would barely eat.
Freddy tried to cheer him up, but it didn't work.
The rest of the Misfits were unable to perform because the guitarist and the singer were gone.
In late November, Goldie picked up the picture he had looked at every single day since Springtrap's death.
It was a picture of him and Springtrap, his arm around the bunny's shoulders and Springtrap's arm around his shoulders.
It was the day before Halloween, before Freddy was attacked and all this madness started.
He felt stuck- like he would never move on, get over Springtrap's death.
A few tears rolled down his cheeks and he set the picture down.
He looked out the window and it was raining.
"Goldie?" a familiar voice asked.
"Freddy?" the brown bear stood a few feet away.
"Goldie, I know that you're sad about Springtrap...all of us are, but...c'mon, cheer up a little. Don't you remember all the good times you and Springtrap had?" Freddy put one hand on his brother's shoulder in a comforting way.
"Yeah...like when I found out Springtrap was ticklish...last Christmas, when he set up mistletoe and made me and Mari kiss- that was awkard, though." Goldie admitted.
"Well, just focus on that! It'll help you feel better, trust me."
"Okay..."
On Freddy's way out of the room, he paused and looked back.
"Don't forget the time you two rigged a bucket of water to go off on my head."
Goldie smiled, for once in more then a week.
"I won't, Freddy."
And so began Goldie's beginning of acceptance, the end of the stages of grief.
Okay, Springtrap died so I had to put DABDA (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance), the Kubler-Ross model of grief in there!