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Golden Freddy slowly raised himself off the table.

His eyes were glowing, they weren't the same inky black that they were before. These eyes were more like the others, more human.

He nodded to the manager and looked to me.

He seemed curious about me.

"You have definitely been intriguing me," he said.

"I've been watching you since you entered on your first night. You seemed brighter than the other night guards who had been working here. I watched as you freed the others from the program, as you have now done for me. For that I thank you."

I inclined my head, unsure how to react.

"However, your work is not yet complete. Now that all four are dead, you can properly cleanse this place, and recover them in the meantime."

I turned to the manager, "You knew of this?"

He nodded, "I'm sorry, I couldn't tell you. It would've made it all the harder. I couldn't ask Bonnie and Foxy to do this knowing that they'd willingly go to their deaths at my command, I just couldn't do it," he swallowed. "This is the only way they can be completely free."

I looked to Golden Freddy.

He nodded, "What he says is true, without their deaths they would never have been truly free. Their bodies still contained traces of the program. It would've eventually fixed itself."

"Then what about you?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." He changed the subject, "Now they are dead, they are facing their fears, the horrors of their past. They might be able to do it themselves, but there's a high chance that they will fail and if they are left for too long they will be corrupted by the darkness. This is where you come in. You can help them overcome the darkness within themselves."

"And how will I do that?"

Golden Freddy looked at the manager.

He sighed.

"Follow me."

He led us into the backroom and pointed at the operating tables.

"Take a seat."

I winced as the cold metal clamped around my arms.

"So this isn't going to hurt is it?"

"It shouldn't, I never asked Robert if it did or not, so I'm not entirely sure."

"That's reassuring."

"Don't worry, it'll be fine. I think."

"Huh, that's the exact opposite of what Chica would say."

I looked over to Golden Freddy who, similar to me, was clamped into the other chair.

I found out what those operating tables were for.

They were used during the Upload Initiative. I was strapped into the one Robert had used. This was the second time Golden Freddy had been strapped to the other.

"Ok, let's go over this one more time."

"You will enter Golden Freddy's mind. From there you will be able to access the consciousnesses of the other four animatronics. You will help them fight the darkness once and for all. The theory is that we can use the traces of the imposter program left in Golden Freddy as stepping stones, allowing us to upload you in its place. Basically, you'll become the imposter program, but instead of creating their horrors, you will guide them through it."

The manager sat on a chair behind some panels. "Remember, you only have until 6 am, any longer than that and you run the risk of being permanently lost when the imposter program undergoes its 6am malfunction."

I looked at the clock which was just about to strike 5am.

"Also, we won't get tomorrow night to try again should you fail. I fear the prolonged exposure to their horrors would corrupt them beyond any hope of recovery. While Bonnie and Foxy might be safe until tomorrow night, Chica and Freddy would have been long lost."

"So I can't stuff up. Got it."

He nodded to me.

Golden Freddy interjected, "They will need new bodies once their spirits are freed."

"Leave that to me, we had some things stored away for a rainy day such as this."

I took a deep breath and readied myself.

"Ready? Okay, here we go. Uploading in 3. 2. 1. Upload initiated."

I felt a lifting sensation, like all the effects of gravity had left my body.

Then it returned tenfold. I felt like I was falling from the highest height, plummeting earthward.

Then I jolted to a stop.

I slowly opened my eyes.

Something felt … off.

I felt stiff.

I lifted my head and looked at my body.

What?

My body was golden and looked like a giant teddy bear's.

Thanks for the compliment.

I jumped at the voice in my head.

Don't worry, it's me, Golden Freddy. You are currently controlling my body.

My head, or Golden Freddy's rather, turned to look at the other chair.

And that is you.

I looked at myself, literally.

Albeit, without your spark.

I heard the manager speaking to us, "Everything all right?"

Golden Freddy held up a hand, signalling the okay.

I heard the manager's sigh of relief.

Alright, we don't have a lot of time. I'll start you off with Chica first, your connection to her is the strongest. When you join with her consciousness, I will not be able to speak to you, although I will still be able to see what you are doing. I can influence what they see slightly, so I can still help you. If it becomes unsafe, I'll pull you out. We only have an hour, but you need to do this properly.

Alright, I think I'm ready.

Sending you in now.

[Chica]

The girl was standing in front of me, tears flowing freely down her cheeks.

I wanted to bend down and comfort her, to take her into my arms and tell her everything was going to be alright.

But I couldn't.

Just do it.

I hesitated.

The others were too.

This is your chance to show your strength.

No, I can't do this, I don't want to do this.

I should be comforting them, not attempting to kill them.

I looked at the child again.

I stopped.

The child wasn't a child anymore, it was the night guard.

He was looking at me, but he wasn't angry, his eyes were full of care.

"Chica. This is not you, you don't need to do this."

"I … I," I started crying.

"Chica, come with me, I can help you out of this horror."

"How? How can you? How can you clear this blood from my hands?"

"This is the past Chica, what is done is done, nothing can change that. But you can overcome it."

"But this cold in my heart ..."

He closed the distance between us.

He hugged me.

Everything went white.

I came to.

He had gone.

I looked at my hands, they were soaked in blood.

It was dripping onto the floor.

I tried to cry out, but it was caught in my throat.

I tried to distance myself from my hands.

Tears welled up and threatened to spill out.

I bit at my hand, the tears now flowing.

I tried to remove the hands, these hands soaked in blood.

I saw him again.

He walked up to me.

How was he the same height as me?

He grabbed my hands.

"No, don't touch them, they're covered in blood."

"I don't see any blood Chica."

My voice caught in my throat.

"The past doesn't matter anymore Chica. You are who you are now, that's what matters."

The tears kept flowing.

"I only met you a few days ago, but you are a wonderful person, Chica. You are caring, you didn't want to do what the program told you to do. It's not your fault Chica, not yours. It's the program's fault, Robert's fault, he drove you to this. Now we have a chance to be rid of it forever. You can help me save the others."

"Save … the others," I repeated.

"Yes Chica. We can save them, Bonnie, Foxy, Freddy and Golden Freddy."

"Bonnie … Foxy … Freddy … Golden Freddy."

I looked up at him, he was looking into my eyes, they were free of deception. They were glowing with a bright spark, full of friendship, sympathy and … love.

"Okay," I said.

I am free.