Foxy begins to fade away from consciousness as his sleep mechanism catches up to him.

His eyes snap awake as he senses a presence in the room. Foxy looks down the stairs to see Golden Freddy's lifeless suit. "Hey..." Foxy says quietly.

"Hello again, Foxy," Golden Freddy greets. Life seems to reenter Golden Freddy as he stands up and stretches. "I see you're pretty angry..."

"No crap..." Golden Freddy frowns.

"You said you wouldn't lose hope, correct?" the golden bear remind him. Foxy raise his voice.

"I appreciate your optimism, Goldilocks, but it's kinda hard to have any hope if you've got some-"

"Ssh! Foxy! Keep it down!" Golden Freddy urges.

"Some stuck up trying to TAKE my only chance-"

"Foxy!" Golden Freddy whispers loudly, almost like a hiss.

"What?!" Foxy yells back.

"You're not dreaming this time!" Foxy stops.

"Oh..." the fox says quietly. Fortunately, he didn't rouse any suspicion with his ranting; everyone just thought he was talking to himself. Golden Freddy's face softens, sensing Foxy's emotions.

"Look...I know what you're asking, 'Why does she like him after all I did for her?' " Foxy looks up, surprised that his face gave it away so easily. "And, really, I'm not sure why she chose him instead." Foxy leans his head back against the wood.

"I wish I could actually do something though..."

"Well, she gave you up for Old Bonnie, and that was your time." Foxy tries to reach far back in his memory.

"Wait...how long was that ago?"

"When you first made your promises..." Foxy remembers the paper ball that Mangle threw and his immeasurable relief after finding that she was alive, that she was still Mangle; voicebox or no voicebox, fur or no fur. "You had your chance..."

Foxy looks up. He realizes exactly what he needed to do. "Now Bonnie has it..." Foxy frowns.

"What do you mean?"

"It's too late Foxy. They're both too well integrated together-"

"No, no I don't believe that!"

"You may not know, but it'll be harder to accept later on." The golden bear's face turns to one of gloom.

"What are you..." Foxy wasn't exactly sure what Golden Freddy was trying to say, except for contradicting what he said yesterday in the dream within the storm of the forest.

"Foxy, it's going to be next to impossible for you to pull them apart. I'm sorry, it's simply never going to work..." Golden Freddy sits down, turning back to his lifeless self before fading away from his vision. Was...was Golden Freddy just a figment of Foxy's imagination? Foxy sits in the room, pondering what Goldie said. The robot-suit eventually disappears, and Foxy was left by himself, only him and his thoughts.

MANGLE'S POV

I stand guard next to my partner of crime, Old Bonnie, on our quest to guard Jeremy the Very Disgruntled Night Guard! Jeremy isn't really that bad of a guy, and I believe it when Bonnie said that. Bonnie felt like we had to do something pretty generous for Jeremy, with him being the target of evil robots and all.

The whole time, Jeremy had his head on, just in case we attacked him, which we had no plan on doing. "Jeremy, really. You can take off your head now, we all know it's you..." I say for the sixth time. Jeremy sighs in his head and takes it off. "And we PROMISE to not hurt you, alright?"

He nods silently. "I have to be on day shift tomorrow," he finally says in the silence with only the electric fan breaking it. "And the guy on the phone said that I have to make sure none of you hurt these guys..." I try to figure out what he's trying to say. "You guys wouldn't HURT anyone, would you?" he asks, looking at me.

"Why would we?" I repeat what Old Bonnie said.

"Well, okay, fine. But you better not. I'm on dayshift anyways, but if you do, I get fired. So, don't screw up..." Jeremy says, putting his head on the desk and burying it in his crossed arms.

Mangle smiles. "Of course I won't..." Jeremy smiles for once. Well, at least he lightened up a little...

The clock rolls over to 6:00 AM, and the tune of Westminster Quarters. Man, that tune never seems to get old for some reason. The sound of banging in the vents could be heard, with the sound of disappointed mumbling from Chica and Toy Chica. Toy Bonnie walks into the hallway with Toy Freddy, who looks back at the two.

"Wow, guarding the night guard, eh?" Toy Freddy shakes his head, making his way back to the Show Stage.

I hear the jiggling of keys outside the doorway as the glass doors open, the chatter of employees echoing through the halls. Jeremy and I walk down the hallway together. "This is the last event before this place shuts down," Jeremy tells Mangle, trying to make some small talk; probably so it wouldn't seem lonely and awkward. "You SURE you won't hurt anyone? I have to watch the other toy animatronics too, and I don't want to have to worry about you..."

I frown at this. Did he think I was that violent? I'm a peaceful person! That is...with the exception of one of them...

Jeremy and I enter the scene, and someone already took the cake Foxy and I baked out of the kitchen and onto one of the party tables in front of the show stage, where the animatronics did their daily performance practice.

I wonder how Foxy is doing, what with him being trapped in there for pretty much all night without anyone or anything to talk to or anything to do. Well, I guess that makes him PRETTY mentally stable I guess...?

"Are we using any of the party rooms?" I ask Jeremy, who shakes his head in response.

"No, probably not," he answers, too distracted lasciviously winking at an employee, who rolled her eyes and went into the kitchen. I go to Old Freddy, who was in Parts/Service room. To my surprise, Foxy wasn't begging for mercy.

"Can I go in and see Foxy?" I plead, trying to use my puppy eyes on Old Freddy.

Too bad he's too mature for that. "No, you may not."

"But..." I stop, knowing that there's no fighting Old Freddy.

The clock hits 9:00AM as I begin to walk over to Kid's Cove. This is when Jeremy said the event would start. He stops me. I look over to see that he had a red mark on his cheek. "What happened to you?" He smiles and rubs the imprint.

"Chick slapped me..." he responds. I roll my eyes too. What a loser.

I begin to walk back to Kid's Cove before he stops me again. "Wait, wait, Mangle. I have to watch all of you, remember?" he says. "Don't want to be caught without any witnessing." He smiles sincerely. Okay, sure, maybe he's got DID*...

Well, better get the view of the room. The place looked nice, really. Streamers and banners hung from the ceiling. The central table had the huge cake in the middle and had other platters of cookies and such around it. The two tables next to them had party hats lined in a row down the center. The toy animatronics started to play their songs five minutes early as the parents and kids file in the pizzeria.

The place was packed in a flash. The party was in full swing only after fifteen minutes of the first person walking in. I decide to pick a spot on the wall that meets the ceiling and hang from there where I can overlook the place, like when I scared Max.

I was watching Marionette give a box to a girl when something hits the side of my head. Through the corner of my eye, I could see that it was indeed a cupcake.

Slowly turning to see who it was, I could hear the entire table to my left giggling. "I'm not scared of you Foxy!" a kid shouts. Oh no...

Max.

I resist the temptation to form a malicious grimace. Pretending to be a robot doesn't really help I guess. One of the employees admonish Max and throws a cupcake at me in response. 'Come on...' I mentally state.

I turn to Max. "Hey!" I say, still pretending to be a robot. "How is your day?" My voice is probably 100% on point; the parents were noting how creepy I looked hanging from the ceiling and talking in my "robot accent".

Max giggles, getting ready to toss another cupcake. "You don't scare me!" he says, his arm leaning back.

I let out a loud, garbled screech as I swoop down from the ceiling and take a big chomp on his head.

Well, that does that.

Excluding the note stating that it is, this is now the LONGEST current document I have ever written. Chapter 19 came close at 1,597 (still excluding "HURRA!"), which is only three words off!

Thanks anyways!
-DWalkthroughGuy

*to save you time, DID stands for Dissociative Identity Disorder, a psychological disorder in which the patient switches between multiple personalities and usually can't control it; typically correlative with memory impairments and constant forgetfulness