I will never forget you.

Golden Freddy looks into Springtrap, but there really isn't a way to overcome the Purple Guy's strength. It wasn't that Goldie lacked the prowess, or Purple Guy had magic abilities somehow, it was...Springtrap. He rejected Golden Freddy's soul and help. Someone ELSE was orchestrating this, not only manipulating Springtrap, but refusing help from everyone else.

'The puppet!' he thinks. By now, the police officers had barricaded the entrance of the restaurant, and more forces were at the ready at the parking lot. Golden Freddy returns to the Dreamworld, hoping to find the Marionette.

The world was empty. Fog obscured everything past thirty feet in front of him. The trees indicated his location of the Dreamworld forest, which took up pretty much all of the Dreamworld anyways.

But what was strange was that he was at the edge. The forest abruptly cut off here, and a new landscape, one of green, rolling hills and blue skies took over. Meadows of blooming flowers dotted the land with incredible beauty. All of the colors of the visible spectrum shone in the sunlight, making an extravagant rainbow.

Why had he never seen this part of the Dreamworld before? Was this here all along or was someone changing this? It had never occurred to Golden Freddy that there was more to the Dreamworld than dead forest. Eternal autumn was doomed to beset the land, but...something changed. The continuum was disturbed by someone. It couldn't be something; this isn't natural.

So he decided to follow the border of the forest and meadows while also being on the lookout for anything, or anyone, suspicious. There wasn't anything to do anyways, and Golden Freddy needed a philanthropic stance in life, as he had always told himself.

Along the grass line, he stumbles upon a grand tree. The mighty oak stood tall, but there were only three main branches that sprung from the main trunk, with leaf bushes as tips. Three kids with balloons stood near it, almost as if they were guarding the tree. 'Maybe its the puppets main magic source' he thinks, heading towards it anyway. Golden Freddy naturally regenerated his magic energy, and didn't need a main power source like a sacred tree or relic. If he could disable this, this whole ordeal would be a walkover.

As he nears the oak, he notices that the kids wielding the balloons had a powerful source of energy. Golden Freddy had a feeling that he would have to fight them...

The first kid slowly turns to face Golden Freddy. He was a short and stout robot. Because of his round body figure, he waddled around in short steps. The other two kids were exact copies, and they all made a line to block Golden Freddy. "We've been told about you many times." One of them says in a high voice. It had been a while since the yellow bear had heard a child that WASN'T human.

"You are not welcome!" Another says, his voice also an exact copy. Their balloons were charging up from within.

'What is this black magic? Magical helium balloons for toddlers 3+?' Golden Freddy thinks, preparing to simply fend for himself. He didn't want to hurt the innocent things. Because they probably wouldn't do much with their weak group attack, Goldie planned on blocking what they did and just to go around them towards the mystery tree.

However, their collective attacks were more powerful than he had previously expected. Their flamboyant and elaborate combinations of words only compounded their power. Golden Freddy had to rethink his plan, which wasn't that complex in the first place. He wanted to save his energy just in case Marionette decided to pop in out of nowhere, but now there were these balloon kids that were a bother. Goldie decides that defensive mechanisms won't be enough; he has to fight back with some force to either slow them down or stop them completely.

He charges up a low energy shock attack in between his palms and fires it at one of the balloon kids. His target set up a defensive shield almost immediately, efficiently blocking the ball. Not only were these kids well trained in their job, but they knew their magic just as much, if not more, than Golden Freddy does.

The center kid begins to talk. "You can walk away and nobody here will get hurt!" he says assertively. It wasn't sure if he was defensive for himself or for whatever he was defending. He was either going to save energy or destroy Marionette's. Maybe he could recruit his help.

He nods his head to the children, who still have their shields up. Golden Freddy turns around and walks to his only available brother, Fredbear.

Meanwhile, Foxy rivets in his position in Pirate Cove. By this time, the gunshots of Springtrap had gone down, and the animatronic had fallen; the hydraulics were shredded within his legs and arms, and his computer was barely functioning anyways. This animatronic was now officially totaled.

This wasn't the first time that his body was controlled by someone else. Although Foxy was in control, someone else was riding as co-pilot. Marionette had told him that Foxy was putting Mangle together.

"Don't we have the box of Mangle in it?" Foxy asks, almost positive that Golden Freddy told him about the university incident that he had worked hard for.

"Yes. We do have that box," he replies, the puppet's voice the same. "We can take care of putting Mangle together, but not now." Foxy was confused. Why would he be stalling the work? Isn't that what they were working for anyways? "But first, we need to take care of Golden Freddy."

"What?"

"He's trying to stop you. Remember the time when Bonnie, Chica and Freddy were overtaken by a black force?" Foxy remembers when Mike cowered behind the boxes in Pirate Cove. He remembers when Chica talked in a dark voice, and her movements were twitchy and even volatile at times.

"Why did you take me down here if you're just going to talk to me?"

"He's distracted with some kids right now in the Dreamworld. I do not know where they came from, and I am sure that they are someone else's guards. He can't track or listen to our conversation here! Which is why I'm reminding you of the time your friends were acting differently!"

Foxy, not even thinking about it, remembers clearly what had gone down that night. Although it was a long while ago, his memory was vivid.

"That was Golden Freddy. He was trying to stop you. He wanted to DESTROY you. And that's why I armed you with exploits. That's why I've been teaching you how to combat others, so you can protect yourself! This is why, this is why I don't agree with Golden Freddy. Because he's a manipulative, ignorant person that has no idea the power that he possesses!"

Foxy remembers what Bonnie said about 'them', about how Mike needs to be somewhere else, because THEY told him so. "Golden Freddy may have taken Mangle's parts, but you know what? Those WEREN'T her parts. It was a BOMB, and now Freddy is destroyed because of it. Luckily, te important parts of his computer are intact; I can put HIM back together after we put together Mangle, but before we do this, we won't have little PESTS like Golden Freddy bothering us!" Marionette finishes, leaving Foxy to decide the verdict.

"Alright," he says blankly. "I knew he wasn't to be trusted."

She didn't know who to trust anymore. Everything was done for her, and she knew she was obliged to respond. His doings were not part of the deal.

But there were others there, she had to choose between the others who really cared, or the one who said he did.

'Maybe he really does love me' she thinks. It was a controversial topic in her head, and there was no way in telling if he was right. He's a good actor, but he's not a good liar. There really was a difference in it that she noticed, and his alcohol problem wasn't helping it any.

Torn between two obligations, she was scared of the consequences for choosing the wrong one. The second party will always oppose her if she chooses the first and vice versa. There's no way to win, at least not within her power.

'I know what to do...'

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-DWalkthroughGuy