Golden Freddy finds himself within Chica's consciousness.
He tried opening his eyes, but he couldn't. The eyelids refused to pry open. Then he realized:
The main power system was out. All that was left functioning was Chica's internal computers. Turns out the battery was way past 100%, and the battery was shocked. Everything felt hot, but Goldie knew that it wasn't the air around him, it was Chica's own skeletal system burning. He freaks out as he imagines if Chica ignited.
Although the internal computer system was all mental, it didn't provide much about the situation. It's 3:29:10, the battery is overloaded (but 100%), the internal temperature is approximately 104° F (way too hot for an animatronic like her), and the fan was clocking overtime. The temperature around Chica was pretty much immeasurable at this point, as it was overridden by the heat irradiating off of her.
Goldie decided to cool off a bit, slowing time around him as he did. He repeated the same process, that was not only exhausting, but tedious. After the temperature lowered down to 72°, an acceptable, tolerable, but still hot level, Golden Freddy forces Chica's systems to utilize her physical mechanisms.
The vision was blurry and choppy, and so were the auditory sensors on both sides of her head. It was hard to pinpoint whether if the malfunctioning was the result of the overheating or the overcharging of the battery.
'Well, at least I won't have to worry about low batteries' Goldie thinks. He stands up, looking around for any sign of Foxy, now that he can move again. Her movements were jerky and uncontrollable at times, making mobility that much harder. Something sparked from within, causing the left eye to glitch out momentarily. It wasn't clear, but Goldie could've sworn that someone was nearing the storage area.
Someone was barking orders at an employee, and the commands echo throughout Chica's endoskeleton; enough for her to determine the words via vibration. Golden Freddy shuffles Chica over to a wall. There wasn't a single place to hide in. The pile of boxes would take too much time to hide within, so the best plan that Goldie had was to blend in with Chica's surroundings: being junk. He clunks her down on the floor, and right on time too. The employee was hauling something over his shoulder.
Back at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza...
As Freddy wakes up from Golden Freddy's control, his first thought was the pain on his foot. It ached, probably from the long walk and the constant running. He looks around, only to see that he was in the corner of Show Stage. He didn't get to experience much of the hunt but that intermission in the university closet. It was like waking up in a bad dream, then waking up back again at the pizzeria.
At least he was able to help Foxy, or Mangle, somewhat. Looking down at the cardboard box of parts, he immediately gets to opening it. There wasn't even any tape sealing the lids shut! 'Easiest heist I've ever seen' he thinks, taking out the secured bubblewrap. The package was tightly wrapped with the stuff, even if it was just for metal parts. The box was also small for holding pieces.
The bear unwraps it slowly, immediately occurring to him that he had no top hat. He was DEFINITELY discussing this with Golden Freddy, and he had better get one before 6 AM, or Freddy (and Goldie) would be in REAL trouble.
The bubblewrap was getting exceptionally tedious to unfold. Even if it was rolled up like a blanket, it was taking ages. Surely the contents of Mangle weren't this compressed, were they? As he finally got to the homestretch, Freddy holds the packaging material above his head, letting the rest of it unravel. Inside was another box, but with wires coming out of it. He had seen it before, and it filled him with fear the moment it plonked down on the floor.
"BOMB!" he yells, and the said explosive detonates, right in his face.
The employee carrying the heavy load sets the robot down (it was hard to distinguish the gender of both robot and employee) on some boxes, eagerly leaving the room. They obviously didn't want to work here.
That didn't matter to Golden Freddy, because even with his horrible vision, he could see the outlines of Foxy. The maroon fox was lying helplessly, completely turned off. 'Now for the battery...' Golden Freddy sends Chica's arms searching on the ground, hoping that her hands hit something useful.
The only problem with the oversensitive touch was that anything could be mistaken for something else. Even small hairs floating in the air can be easily detected; the touch sensors are the only systems that seem to have some functionality. It was going to be difficult making her way through the town in this state of disrepair.
But she wouldn't have to worry about that yet. The battery was nowhere near Foxy, and if there was one other place that they would have stored a battery it would most likely be a closet. The battery was no ordinary set of D Cells. It was much like a small car battery, with two cables that made the circuit. It wasn't hard to start one, but it was going to be a challenge trying to find one. Where in a police department would they keep car batteries? The brand of battery that all of the animatronics used were very similar, and it recharged over time if they went into sleep mode.
If the battery was in the storage area, it would be near Foxy, and because it wasn't there, it had to be deeper within the facility. But where to begin? Golden Freddy doesn't know much about the area, and it would be even harder to explore AND maneuver Chica at the same time. Maybe the easy way would just be to ask someone.
But he couldn't go as Chica. Golden Freddy thought about it, and, considering the time, thought it was his last resort.
He exits Chica, making sure to leave her across from Foxy, and went out as a ghost. 'Maybe this'll work...' he thinks, flying through the door of the storage area.
Through the narrow corridor, he spots a frail fellow with a police uniform that was one size too big for him. Seeing him as a good target, Golden Freddy flies over to him (making sure he was still invisible) and tries the same incantation he does on the robots.
After much struggling and reforming, Golden Freddy opens his eyes, but they weren't mechanical.
He controlled the human. It felt strange, and it took time to get used to. Humans had very different mechanisms. Firstly, they didn't have an internal computer clock, but from what he remembers, it was close to 3:30. Also something he noted was how smoothly movement was. He was much more used to the lanky, limited, clumsy, bidirectional movements of a robot's joints.
He felt something on the head. At the bottom of the hair follicle, at the surface of the scalp. There was an...irritation, as he put it. It felt weird, almost tickling even. He had to stop it. He didn't know what else to do but rub it. With something sharp. Fingernails.
Golden Freddy scratches the itch, and it was satisfying, even putting a little smile on his face. 'I could get used to this.' He thinks, scratching his head some more.
He walks up to another employee, who looked to have the same uniform, and tried to conjure up some words, but it was much different. He didn't know how human voiceboxes worked. Was there simply a new way of doing it, or did they not have a voicebox? 'That's silly, all humans have voiceboxes...' he thinks. Perhaps he could inhabit his mind, as Golden Freddy had seen Marionette do countless times with Foxy.
After yet another incantation, Golden Freddy perches in between the eyes of the employee. With his gentlest mental voice, Goldie says, "Hello, human. I am a ghost." He stops to think of something to say. "I am WITHIN your mind. Now, don't be scared, and don't scream for help. There will be nothing to do to kick me out. But, I am of no harm to you. I can simply talk to you mentally."
The human stayed silent and simply swallowed, not sure what to do himself. He was absolutely frozen in shock. 'Guess is he's never probably ever encountered a ghost, hasn't he?' That surprised Goldie a bit. Weren't humans ALL about ghosts? They were the ones to first observe them, but they never actually learned to harness their power. It was a little strange to think about it.
"I want you to find Foxy's battery," he says. The worker was puzzled. Foxy? The robot that they had executed yesterday? The employee, too wrapped up about the fact that he was being told this, and essentially being hijacked, to care about what he was doing as a result of his demands. Of course, Goldie meant well. He wouldn't hurt the employee if he disobeyed for a minute. First encounters were one of the many things that Golden Freddy had gotten used to as a ghost.
After a mildly tedious walk through very empty hallways with occasionally flickering fluorescent lights, they finally made it to a door, simply labeled ELECTRONIC STORAGE. A red slashed circle with a cigarette in the middle signaled that no smoking was allowed, even though the symbol was practically everywhere.
The man walks in the dark room after inputting the access code and flicks on the light switch. In the room was a shelf of batteries and some computers that were left unused. The PD looked so much smaller on the outside; how did they have so much extra space that they decided to make a room entirely for electronic devices? And why didn't they put Foxy here?
It didn't matter anyways, now that they were already there. The man walks into a corner of the room, right between where two shelves met. The battery sat there with a handwritten tag in front of it, saying "ROBOT BATTERY. DESIGNATED. D CLASS. DO NOT TOUCH!". All the devices were separated three inches from each other, and the next shelf was exactly six inches above the shelf below it. It was an elaborately measured room for a truly useless purpose.
"Now, I want you to walk over to Foxy and install this battery just as it was before you took it out..." Golden Freddy says, his voice more creepy than it was gentle.
"But...but...we drained all of the...power just in case...of...acid leakage..." Goldie shushes him, trying to calm him down a bit.
"Don't need to be afraid. It's okay. Just install it just as I told you, and I'll let you go. Oh, and make sure to cover my tracks, buddy." The man nods without hesitation, not knowing what Goldie would do if he was insubordinate.
Taking the battery from its designated spot, the man walks back to the corridor all the way to the storage room. Golden Freddy looks over to where Foxy was before, and there he was, still sitting down. On the other side of the wall...
Chica was missing.
"How did the mission go?" the leader asks, sounding professional. His scout smiles, pleased with himself. He drops the box at the leader's feet.
"It went well. Mission success. No discussion necessary." The leader nods, returning a smile. The scout looks off at the tree in the distance. It was a lone, but grand, oak tree. She sat on one of the branches, looking down pitifully. At first glance, it looked like she was pouting, but after closer observance, one could see that her expression was full of sorrow and self-pity. "If you don't mind me asking, sir, what seems to be the matter with her?" the scout pointing the oak.
The leader turns back and sighs. "I did everything that she wanted from me. I liberated her! But...she still isn't happy. She wants someone else. Look around yourself: It's springtime! The flowers are blooming, the grass is dark green, the sky is blue! It isn't like this down there! What can HE provide for you? I've loved her and cared for her and done everything in my power to...What more does she want?"
A silence falls on them as a fluffy cumulus cloud floats above the fray, not a care in the world.
The scout nods in understanding. He clears his throat and readjusts his bowtie. Seeing as he was upset, he decides to not converse any further. The leader's temper is not one to test. "Am I...excused, sir?" The leader nods.
"Yes, yes. Meeting adjourned. Good job, soldier." He puts both hands in his face, once the scout had reentered the forest. "How have I wromged you, sweetheart? Please, tell me! I'll do it to make you happy...just please..." The leader could feel a tear come on. He had wished so badly of this, and he's working overtime to keep it a reality.
"Don't take this from me..."
Clue-giving, vague and spoopy mystery dialogue is spoopy, vague and clue-giving.
Sorry if you got bored. I really didn't mean for it to be so long.
Thanks anyways!
-DWalkthroughGuy