"I need a freakin' smoke, dealing with your horseshit all the time!" Freddy shouted at Goldie, standing up from the table.
"Don't you go anywhere, Freddy!" Goldie said, standing as well. "Not until this," he pointed between Foxy and Freddy, "is solved!"
"Oh, go f*** yerself!" Foxy shouted, face down on the table. "He'll never forgive me fer somethin' I can't even remember doing, the Horseshittin' bastard. . ."
"Wanna run that by me again, sailor man?!" Freddy shouted at Foxy.
"Enough!" Golden shouted, the vents rattling with the loudness of the cry.
It worked, as a quiet fell over the room, the only sound was the echoing of Goldens voice in the vents and the slight whirring of the gears in the animatronics. Chica looked around a bit, then turned back to the others, a worried expression on her face.
"Guys, where's Bonnie?!"
Bonnie was silently sobbing, his eyes clenched shut. Suddenly he heard a noise from within the room. He looked up and gasped in shock.
There stood an eight foot tall, pitch black shadowy figure. The only things that weren't blacker than night were its eyes and every single one of its teeth. Instead they were blinding white against the blackness of the rest of it. Looking closer at it, it looked much like a rabbit. Its tall ears touched the ceiling of the small office, and occasionally its face twitched, as if it were smelling something.
The figure cocked its head at Bonnie, a raspy groan coming from its snout.
"W-What do y-you want? . ." Bonnie asked the shadow, shaking.
The shadow leaned forward, causing Bonnie to back up into the chair. The shadow cocked its head once again, seemingly to observe Bonnie.
"HEY!" Someone shouted outside the right window of the office.
Bonnie and the Shadow turned their heads to see Golden pounding on the glass.
The shadow let out an unholy screech at the bear, then faded into wisps of dark smoke.
Bonnie felt a wave of sudden and extreme anger at the bear. But just as sudden as it came, it stopped. . .
. . .and Bonnie slumped forward onto the floor.
"-think he's coming to. Bonnie?"
"Lad, Ye okay?"
Bonnie opened his eyes to see a blurry Foxy and Freddy kneeling over him, concerned and scared looks on their faces. Bonnie tried to sit up, but received much needed help from Freddy in pulling his top half off of the cold tile floor.
Bonnie leaned on one arm and held his head with the other. He groaned in pain at the dizziness and aching pain that made his head pound. Foxy handed him a glass of pop from the Kitchen. Bonnie took it gratefully and downed it in one long gulp. The pain instantly went down in ferocity and Bonnie was able to see straight.
"Thanks guys. . ." Bonnie said groggily. Then he realized what was happening.
"Don't you two hate each other?" He asked, a puzzled look on his face.
"Aye," Foxy said, "but in reality, we be fightin' over Ye approval."
"It's not everyday that someone like you comes around." Freddy said, smiling a bit.
Bonnie blushed a bit at this, turning away from the two.
"No fair! Ye know how to make anyone blush!" Foxy complained.
Freddy stood from his spot on the floor and held out his hand to Foxy. Foxy took it and stood, shaking the bear's hand in forgiveness and agreement.
A thought carried between the two, and they both knew they were thinking the same thing. They looked at each other, then walked away, trying to find something to help Bonnie with.
Bonnie was in utter shock. He had watched these two try to murder each other for his approval? It was flooring to say the least. He just thought that Foxy was shy, or maybe didn't like company very much, not that he was afraid of Freddy! He thought that Freddy just didn't like Foxy very much, and that they kept to themselves and didn't bother each other.
He had never seen the two in the same room together, let alone make contact. Or at least, he thought he hadn't.
He didn't know anything anymore. He couldn't trust anyone, or anything that anyone told him except that yellow bear. Bonnie found it funny that the only one he could trust was one who's name was still a mystery. Freddy had called him "Golden," but he seemed to be irritated by that. Curiouser and Curiouser. . .
Goldie sat in a chair in th basement, drawing in the air with a line of purple light that came from the end of his Pointer finger. He drew a bear-like figure and another figure that looked like a rabbit, holding hands. He smiled and looked at his work.
Suddenly he scowled and swiped his hand through the glowing image. The tar seemed to drop from his eyes a bit more violently, and he put his head in his hands, quietly whimpering.
Why, Jacky? . . He thought, shaking his head.
He lifted his head and sighed. He drew in the air again, this time with a blood red line.
He drew fire. A burning fireball, engulfing a small outline in the center.
He drew in quick, angry strokes, making the image look sharp and jagged. He swiped his hand through this picture and stood up.
He walked over to a record player in the corner. He lifted it and pulled a record from underneath. He put the record on the turnstile and turned on the machine. He layed the the needle on the disc as it spun and after a moment or two of static, a peppy, lighthearted voice sounded.
"Hiya Kiddies!" The voice said. "It's your pal Jacky, and I'm here to play you a song!"
"And I'm Fredbear," A stereotypical western/southern voice said, "here to sound up the music box and serve some pizza!"
There I am. . . Golden thought, remembering the day with fondness. He pulled the needle off the black vinyl disc before he could cry again.