A/N - Thanks to Epicially Awesome Mario Fan for the idea!

Golden POV

'Ugh.' was all I could say. I had been resting peacefully in the safe room, and someone had woken me up. I was enjoying my nap, so I decided I was going to make someone suffer for my awakening. The vents were my favorite place to hid on missions like these, so I warped into the ceiling vent on the bathroom roof expecting to find my brother Freddy hiding in the ladies restroom like the fucking perv that he is, seeing and hearing nothing but some faint crying. Perfect. My victim.

Freddy POV

Mike came back about 2 hours later with a new AI chip for Foxy, and he inserted it into the back of Foxy's skull, as the one he already had was in about 1000 pieces. Fucking useless.

'What took you so long?' Normally I would be furious, but for some reason I was relieved.

'It's a long story, Fred.'

'It's a long day, Micheal.' He simply grunted at this response and began when he got to his apartment and told me of the voicemail, the safe, and Nathan.

'The guy that left me the voicemail, yeah, that's the guy that left the messages for nightwatchmen before he...' he started tearing up at the very thought.

'Hey... If you don't want to say, don't! I won't hold it against you.' I smiled a little, but this was quickly wiped off when a scream rang through the pizzaria. Chica. The rest of the maintenence could be performed whilst the AI was active, so I switched Foxy on, and told Mike exactly what to do. He nodded, and waved as I teleported to the bathroom where she was, only to be greeted with one of Golden's notes, reading :

'I gOt ThE cHiCkEn!

iF yOu WaNt To sEe iT aLiVe, fInD mE, fReD!'

GF'

I let out a loud screech of anger, and ran onto the stage and forcefully smashed my head repeatedly into the walls and floors. I hated my shitbag brother. So. Fucking. Much.

Foxy POV

I finally woke again, but I felt better. I remember what that fucking dickwad did ta me. Fer no reason, either.

'Hey Foxy! How are you feeling?' Mike asked, obviously concerned about my wellbeing, still fixing me.

'I'm good. Thanks fer fixin' meself, lad.' I said, truly grateful for Mike's actions.

'It was mostly Freddy, actually.'

'Oh. Where is he? I want ta thank him fer saving me from gettin' burnt te death.' That's when I heard banging on the stage. I ran out of the back room and stopped Freddy from killing himself.

'CHICA!' I yelled, knowing she would be happy I was OK.

'She's gone, Foxy. I'm sorry. She's still alive, i think. But not for long. Hurry. You have to find her. For us. Don't let Bonnie know your fixed. Or I'm fucked.'

'Shit!' I bet Bonnie did this.

'Good luck, buddy.'

Chica had a distinct scent that could be detected for 500 meters, but since I had a good nose power, I put meself ta good use and raced in the direction of the scent, 500x more powerful than it would be if me nose was normal.