Here's the other chapter as promised, now we are really getting into the lore of FNAF, the story's timeline and other places within this story's universe.
The past certainly likes to cast long dark shadows.
Enjoy...
Also Tgonthefiery, thanks for your review and yes when I first started to write this story I couldn't remember what the correct eye colour of several characters were, so I made them up, but I do intend to go back at some point and readdress that.
Chapter 25.
The Bite of 83 and Homecoming.
"All secrets become deep, all secrets become dark, that's in the nature of secrets."
Cory Doctorow
Around the same time within the realm of Limbo…
At first there was nothing to be seen, just pure darkness…apart from one little thing.
A house, just a house floating about in the pitch blackness, unseen and unheard.
It wasn't big or small for that matter, just a normal family sized home.
Its windows were closed and locked, its curtains untouched and there were no lights on inside.
Everything within this dark barren world was silent, dull and hidden away from prying eyes.
Then the front door swung open with a strong gust of cold uninviting wind and there was a bright flash of white light.
Nightmares Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy flashed into existence out of thin air, all looking very dazed and confused as their feet landed on the soft blue carpet.
"Woah, I don't like the trip back to this place, it always makes me feel sick," Nightmare Bonnie moaned, stumbling as she clutched her stomach.
"At least it's quick dear," Nightmare Chica replied, patting her on the back for comfort as the Nightmare struggled to contain her body's refluxes. "Come on lassies, we're here with a mission," Nightmare Foxy stated, shaking his head as the effects of the trip started to wore off.
"Indeed, they'll want to know why we've suddenly returned," Nightmare Freddy said, dusting himself clean of cobwebs and thick dust.
"Good God this place has never got a proper clean."
His dark red eyes focused on the various hallways that lead in all sort of directions. "Come on, it's this way."
They walked down one particular corridor, normally if someone was to be in a place like this they would be scared shitless. However these people were Nightmares and this place was their home...as old and dusty as it was.
"They'll all be in the child's bedroom, well most of them might be," said Nightmare Chica, her eyes wandering from one dark shadow to the next.
"I know that I'm currently walking, but back in the real world my body is lying down, unable to move its legs."
"That's the big difference between our spirits and the bodies we use to exist in their world, what affects the body doesn't affect the spirit however in the spirit world our abilities are unlimited," Nightmare Freddy replied.
He then paused for a moment before speaking again.
"Unless the body were to be destroyed, I remember being told that the spirit ends getting impacted by the damage when it leaves the body as it dies, it's basically an aftereffect."
"However moving onto other things I fear we've lost now the initiative, the power of surprise is gone."
Nightmare Bonnie turned to Nightmare Freddy and muttered rather plainly.
"You basically used it all up."
"Hey, I was the only one up and about at the time and I think I did pretty well on my own," Nightmare Freddy replied burtly, turning to face her, determined to defend his past conduct.
"Yeah you got the Originals to break up for two days and that's it," Nightmare Foxy muttered in a somewhat sneering tone.
"You deserve a noble bell prize captain."
"I put the fear of God into Chica, Freddy and the Puppet for that matter thank you very much," Nightmare Freddy argued, growling ever more in his defiance.
"And they put the fear of God into us…when they were about to kill us," Nightmare Chica stated, her eyes narrowing in anger as the feeling of utter helplessness came racing back.
"They're a clever bunch, they're learning and we need to change our tactics."
"Agreed, the Toys were far easier to take out, until the Orignals intervened and wrecked everything," Nightmare Freddy moaned, unhappy about the miss of scoring a complete victory.
"They find it so easy in their little world where everything is ordered and defined, I would like to see them struggle in our world, without their guns and-"
Nightmare Bonnie stopped completely in her tracks, making Nightmare Foxy bump into her from behind. "What the hell woman!" he yelled, clearly annoyed.
A sick but delightful smile appeared on Nightmare Bonnie's lips as she flexed her claws and gritted her sharp teeth. Slowly but steadily a dark chuckle came out of her throat, she started to laugh, gripping her head as her sweet sadistic voice bounced off the walls.
"What's so funny honey?" Nightmare Chica asked, eyeing the giggling Nightmare Bonnie.
"Don't you get it…don't you guys understand what we can do if we were to put our powers together as one?" Nightmare Bonnie replied, still laughing.
Then it clicked inside the minds of the other three Nightmares, who instantly smiled once they caught on to Nightmare Bonnie's meaning.
"Why of course," Nightmare Foxy shouted, face palming himself.
"Why didn't we do it before!"
"Your full of ideas aren't you N-Bonnie?" Nightmare Freddy asked, amused.
"Well one does have her moments of genius," Nightmare Bonnie replied, smiling smugly.
Nightmare Chica folded her arms and rolled her eyes. "Whatever, as good it as is don't we have certain people to meet?" she asked, reminding everyone of their reason for coming back.
"Well I'm sure they'll like my idea," Nightmare Bonnie commented gleefully, straightening her hair.
They continued to walk down the corrider, passing various framed pictures all of which were frozen images of the child with his family, his life when he was one among the living.
Before he underwent complete and utter hell and passed into this world.
While doing so, something caught Nightmare Chica's eye, making her freeze in place…which unfortunately meant Nightmare Foxy bumping in her from behind.
"What the hell is it with you women and stopping abruptly!" he cursed, throwing his arms up in frustration.
"Look…" was all Nightmare Chica said, completely the Nightmare as she pointed forward.
Everyone's eyes followed hers and saw a clear wooden framed mirror standing on one side of the hallway.
"How odd, I've never seen that before," Nightmare Freddy muttered, questioning its existence.
"We haven't been back often remember, things might have changed since we last left," Nightmare Bonnie added, walking forward.
"This house isn't what one would call 'normal'..."
She examined herself in the mirror, wanting to see if anything about her appearance had changed since leaving the Nightmare world that was this lifeless plane of existence called limbo. Nightmare Chica also joined her, taking a good look at herself.
"Huh, women, they always need a mirror," Nightmare Foxy sarcastically moaned, rolling his eyes.
He then saw that Nightmare Freddy had also gone and joined the pair.
"Oh you too, didn't know you had a thing for fashion N-Freddy," Nightmare Foxy called.
Nightmare Freddy smiled as he straighten his tattered top hat.
"One likes to have secrets N-Foxy."
As the three Nightmares stared at their reflections, Vincent's words on their appearance came racing back.
"Everytime I look at you four, I am reminded of them…the Originals."
And now looking back at themselves, they can see why he said it.
They did hold a certain similarity, holding a very strong likeness to their counterparts.
Nightmare Foxy joined in, staring at himself, examing his features.
"I am just another version of Foxy?" he asked plainly, seeing the similarity.
He had it all, the clothes, the ears, the hook, and the eyepatch.
"Am I in his shadow?"
"No," Nightmare Freddy answered, his eyes fixed on that of his reflection.
"I am my own shadow…and no one else's."
"I am not a lesser version of Bonnie," Nightmare Bonnie growled.
"And I am not like Chica, I am who I am," Nightmare Chica muttered.
Then without any warning she smashed the mirror with her claw like fist, although the mirror didn't shatter in a million pieces as one would be expect it did crack, badly distorting their reflections.
"WHAT THE HELL!" Nightmare Freddy yelled taken back by Nightmare Chica's sudden rage.
"WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?"
However Nightmare Chica didn't appear to notice, staring longely at her twristed reflection.
"What am I truly though…twisted…monsterous…vile…feared…an expression of utter rage and hatered…"
Slowly blood started to drop onto the floor, dripping from the wounds that had been cut into her hand with the mirror's glass.
"Why am I here…why do I feel such rage towards my counter oppsites…why do I want to kill everything that I come across?"
Although she couldn't see it, her words were arousing questions within the other Nightmares who stared at their shattered reflections, seeing their stretched and fragmeneted forms look back at them.
"Just what are we?" Nightmare Chica asked.
She suddenly laughed, her sudden outburst catching the others by surprise.
"It's funny because it so easily defined."
Slowly she removed her bleeding hand from the hole she had created.
"I am who I am because I was made this way, people will alway see me as the villain, the monster hiding under their beds, behind their doors."
Her eyes briefly flickered over to Nightmare Foxy.
"Inside their closets."
"What are you saying?" Nightmare Bonnie asked, although she could easily guess the answer.
"We are like this, because it's who we are, who we are based on…we'll never be normal because we can't be normal…we are Nightmares from a bad dream made real," Nightmare Chica muttered.
She sighed, lowering her head.
"All I want to do is exist…the Originals exist…the Toys exist…but I don't, I need a physical host to exist, otherwise I am nothing."
"I'm linked to this place and should it ever go...then I go with it."
She turned to face the others.
"Can't you all feel it…the undeinable sense…of your own mortality?"
"I feel it," Nightmare Freddy answered, darting his eyes away from Nightmare Chica's sorrowful expression.
"I am not immortal…I felt death's hand when they were about to shoot us back at the factory."
"Same here…I felt fear…for the first time," Nightmare Bonnie muttered, hugging herself as the fear crept over her.
She casted her gaze to the floor.
"I didn't like it."
"Nightmares aren't suppose to feel fear, they are fear itself," Nightmare Foxy argued, although he couldn't deny that he had felt the same thing.
They looked at their broken reflections, wondering the reason for their existence.
"All we know is hate and rage, a love for killing others, an obsession…it's all I know," Nightmare Chica muttered, her eyes glowing with currousity.
"I want to be real, yet I am not real, I don't really exist, should my body die I will merely return here and be trapped like the others."
Nightmare Freddy stepped forward and put his hand on her shoulder…in a sense offering her comfort.
"Vincent told me that the others hate us for who we are…they see us as a threat to their existence, they'll dislike what we like…so we must get them before they get us."
"I can see his point, we're psychopaths compared to them" Nightmare Bonnie muttered, twirling her hair with her fingers.
"It's either kill or be killed in this deadly neverending game that we play," Nightmare Foxy stated.
He sighed.
"Only now we are starting to feel like prey."
Nightmare Chica clutched her bleeding hand, watching the blood run across her skin.
"I am alive, I bleed therefore I exist and if the unvierise condemns me to be the villain in both mind and body then what's I'll be, if we cannot be accepted then we'll make the world ours, we'll be the masters of our own fate."
Slowly a smile crept its way onto Nightmare Freddy's face.
"I like it when you go all Shakespearean Nightmare Chica, you really do have a thing with words."
Nightmare Chica turned and smiled, her orangely yellow eyes glowing with pride and sadistic mischief…gone was the sorrowful expression and sad eyes.
"I am who I am Nightmare Freddy, I can't deny it, we four have expericed new things, yes we fear death…but so do the others."
"AND WE'LL MAKE THEM RULE THE DAY THEY TIRED TO KILL US!" Nightmare Foxy yelled, slashing his hook against the wall, leaving a noticeable deep gash behind in the wallpaper, his brownish redish eyes displayed a strong vicious anger.
"WE'LL PLAY ALL THE RIGHT CARDS, GIVE THEM WHAT THEY EXCEPT!" Nightmare Bonnie shouted, clapping her hands in delight as her purplish blue eyes gleamed with exictment.
Nightmare Freddy laughed, he was glad that the rest of his family had refound their pride and determination. "We will…we will, we aren't immortal, we may die in these bodies, we will remain here and even if they are able to vanquish us completely."
His dark red eyes glowed with a sense of passion and enjoyment.
"We'll make them fight for every inch of ground…yes we've suffered setbacks, even felt overwhelmed sometimes."
He clelched his claws into fists.
"Yet we are still here, what doesn't kill us will only make us stronger and believe me guys, we will make them regret not killing us."
"Next time we meet, no more beating about the bush," Nightmare Bonnie added, running her finger along her throat, as she ran her tongue along her two sets of teeth.
"Unless is required."
"We'll make them fear us, fear all of us," said Nightmare Foxy, baring his fangs.
"Let's use our mistakes to our advantage…after all," Nightmare Chica hissed, flashing her three rows of sharp teeth.
"Goldie said we had huge egos…let's change his opinon and show the world just what we are fully capable of."
"We are nightmares, it's a fact, we are untamed, chaos unleashed, the monsters inside your head..."
Then Nightmare Freddy spun round and smashed the mirror with his fist.
The glass broke and shattered into millions upon millions of pieces, falling to the floor. "AND WE'LL ALWAYS COME BACK!" He roared, with his three Freddy Heads sliding out of his suit and letting out an ear wretching shirek.
The Nightmares smiled, self doubt was disappearing, the panic was over...they were back to form.
Nightmare Freddy stood up tall and straighted his bow tie and top hat. "And I also feel like putting on a show, come let's see to the others." He walked forward, followed by Nightmare Bonnie and Nightmare Foxy.
They then all noticed that Nightmare Chica wasn't with them and looked back to see her staring down at the broken glass that littered the floor.
She slowly looked up and turned in their direction.
"Was it weak of me…to show self doubt."
Nightmare Bonnie approached her.
"No dear it wasn't…after all, having self doubt only shows that you are real and have independent thought," she said holding out her hand for Nightmare Chica to take.
"Besides as long as you have a conscious you do exist even without a physical body."
Nightmare Chica smiled, gripping her hand.
"Hey ladies, we've got things that need sorting out so come on, the faster we get this done the quicker we can go back," Nightmare Foxy called.
"Yeah, yeah, but some self discussion can really go a long way," Nightmare Bonnie replied, walking up to them.
"You know what, I think we do have something in common with our enemies," Nightmare Freddy muttered, as they started to walk.
"And what's that exactly?" Nightmare Foxy asked, looking back to see if the other two were following.
Nightmare Freddy turned round to face him.
He smiled once more, his dark red eyes displaying a spark of sudden realization.
"We treat one another as family…we stick together no matter what happens..."
Together as one they set off down the corrider towards the child's bedroom and an unexpected reunion.
"As most of you already know my old name is Fredbear and you've always wanted to know why I refused to tell you anything about my past until recently."
Everyone listened closely to Goldie's words, leaning in to get as close as possible.
"I was called Fredbear back when I performed with Springtrap in Fredbear's Family Diner, however I didn't cease to be a performer for children."
That last bit made everyone feel confused, however Goldie continued.
He turned to the Originals.
"Do you four remember somewhere back in early 1983 before the Missing Children's Incident that I wasn't always there at the Prizzia?"
"Yeah…now that I think about it you did disappear quite often, sometimes you would vanish for days on end," Chica replied, replaying old memories in her head.
"I remember when I asked you where you had gone and you said it was a on business trip to promote the company," Bonnie stated.
Goldie nodded.
"It's wasn't a complete lie, I was promoting something, a new franchise that was closely linked to the current Fazbear Prizzia…Fredbear and Friends."
"Fredbear…..and Friends..." Mike said slowly digesting his words.
"Why does that sound like an 1980s sit com."
"So wait there was another Prizzia in 1983…and we didn't know about this because?" Freddy asked, gesturing over to Goldie.
"Under the orders of Fazbear Entertainment you four weren't to know, I would have told you if I could but I wasn't allowed to, plus after the incident that occured there it was kept under lock and key and shortly wiped off the record," Goldie replied.
"Only a few like me know, it was a closed incident."
"So you were performing again, that's great right?" BB asked, unsure of whether to smile at the prospect of Goldie being back on stage.
Goldie however did smile.
"It was at first, being able to play for the kids and brighten their day...however."
His face suddenly darken, wiping away the smile that had existed previously.
"It wasn't great for me on the whole…beside the incident."
"Why, by then you're back on form and doing what you loved?" Mangle asked.
"Because of what had happened back at Fredbear's Family Diner, the company was scared of me breaking down, they knew I was the most stable of the two, I mean Springtrap was locked away so I was the next best thing."
"Hang on, why would they want to bring back a performer who by location is associated with a child's murder?" Jeremy asked.
"Again it's down to profit, it had only been about…five years since the Diner had shut down, I was still known back then in the minds of children and the company considered that they might as well as bring me back," Goldie answered, trying to follow the timeline as correctly as possible.
"However they didn't want to risk me breaking down on stage, so they decided that I should undergo an intense psychological procedure that made me only focus on performing and nothing else."
He shook his head.
"They did all sorts of things, effectively if you were to interact with me back then I would be a like robot."
"That goes against your human rights…bastards!" Toy Freddy yelled, slamming his fists down on the table.
Instantly Toy Bonnie reached across and put her hands on his to calm him down.
"Please Toy Freddy…just wait for Goldie to finish."
Previously and on many occasions Toy Freddy wouldn't have reacted much to Toy Bonnie touching him…until recently.
He could feel his heart start to race as his skin enjoyed the warm sensation of Toy Bonnie's hands, which only made his heart race faster as he tired his best not to tremble.
"Toy Freddy…are you ok?" Toy Bonnie asked, noticing a change in his body behaviour.
Seeing those bright light green eyes look at him made his heart beat to the speed of a marathon, filling his ears with the loud 'ka-thump, ka-thump, ka-thump' rhythm.
"Yeah…I'm fine Bonbon," Toy Freddy replied, smiling to hide his nervousness.
Toy Bonnie's eyes widen in surpise at his use of her nickname.
"He's never call me by my nickname before."
If anyone were to be looking at the pair, they might guess the chemical signals that were being sent, however everyone was too busy focusing on Goldie to pay any sufficient attention.
"The procedure worked and I performed perfectly without error which in its self was a good thing…however…."
Goldie lowered his head and his bear ears dropped.
"What they did next…although it done was for the children's sake, I considered it be a personal insult."
He raised his head, revealing a sorrowful expression with sad eyes.
"Why, what did they do?" Puppet asked.
"They…they made a new Springtrap," Goldie answered.
"WHAT!" was basically everyone's reaction as their jaws hit the table in shock.
"They decided that I needed a partner and since Springtrap had been my partner but he wasn't available they made a robotic version of him instead," Goldie muttered, recalling his memories of the newer Springtrap.
He chuckled.
"Oh they put so much effort into making him just like the original, gave him some of Springtrap's clothes, made his skin feel like real skin and filled his data core with a copy of Springtrap's personality which they had gathered from all kinds of sources."
Goldie smiled, remembering their first meeting.
"They even gave him the ability to eat, drink, sleep and do all the other things that a normal person could do."
"They really wanted him to look and act as humanly as possible for the crowds, so they built him with a special ability, with a crank mechanism a trained member of staff could push the cross beam endoskeleton frame aside and step inside the suit and then the suit would act according to his movements, the user effectively became the suit."
Freddy put his hand to his head, struggling quite understandably to process this new information.
"So a staff member could operate the suit, if done right?" he asked.
Goldie nodded in confirmation.
"That's right, as well programed as the new Springtrap was, he would lack a certain touch, I mean he was great with the kids, but they needed to make him seem more realistic."
Then he lowered his head again.
"However I knew that everytime I interacted with him, the real Springtrap was somewhere locked away in the darkness."
He smiled a little.
"He could only remember up to the day before the child was killed outside the old diner so it was as if nothing had happened."
He paused to gather his thoughts together, trying to remember everything was hard.
"Most of the time that I looked at him, I saw the real Springtrap on his knees begging for my help…at times it was utter torture, yet I kept my head up high and kept on performing."
"Yet even though I knew he wasn't real and that underneath his face was a machine with a voice box talking back, I let myself believe that he was real…so things would go back to normal."
Without even being asked, he answered a question which he suspected was on everyone's mind.
"Yes…I was that desperate to go back to better times, I wanted to believe…so badly."
Everyone could sense his sadness, the situation which he had been locked into.
"So I lived a double life, when I was back at Freddy's Fazbear's Prizzia I was Goldie, but when I entered Fredbear and Friends I was Fredbear."
"I remember the four of us, our faces pressed up against the window glass, waiting for that bus to pull up outside and to see you step off," Bonnie added, remembering the countless occassions when they would act like children.
She smiled, to her it was a happy moment to greet Goldie when he got back from being on company business.
"You would be so tired, but you always made the effort to say hello when we greeted you home."
Goldie smiled back.
"Yes…your right Bonnie it wasn't all bad, but it was tough."
Then he remembered his train of thought.
"So yes, I was Fredbear again performing with a robot version of Springtrap, for the next few months it was great, we actualy got a good reception…but if life's taught me anything, is that if something is too good to be true then it properly is."
"I think it was May…on one of those days when the restaurant was open, children would flood the place, I never noticed anything special or odd about them…apart from one."
Everyone leaned in, waiting to hear what Goldie would say next.
"A boy….about eight maybe nine years of age…he was odd, he didn't appear to like the place, he wouldn't go anywhere near me or Spring that's for sure."
Slowly he set out the scene.
"He would cry a lot, he would often shake with fear whenever he looked at us."
"Why didn't he like the restaurant, why come to a place which you yourself dislike?" Bonnie asked.
"I must agree that doesn't make sense?" Foxy added.
"He properly didn't have a choice, he was forced to go," Mike answered, seeing a more logical reason.
"Anyway, I think he was builed by…what I could imagine to be his brother and his friends."
"He had a brother?" Chica asked.
Goldie nodded.
"Yes, he had an older brother, not a nice one though…he kept on bullying him, I heard he even locked the poor boy in the parts and services room for a laugh."
"I never saw his face, he was always wearing a Foxy face mask, in fact so were his friends, one wearing a Freddy face mask, a Bonnie face mask and a Chica face mask."
That caused the eyes of the Originals to widen with surprise. "Face masks you say?" Freddy asked, sounding confused.
"It was part of the whole franchise, the company sold face mask besides plushies hand many other things" Goldie answered.
He proceeded to continue.
"Anyway, this kid was builled a lot, he was always in tears…I felt sorry every time I saw him hiding under the tables."
"However as horrible as the brother was to the boy, I never expected that he would do the unthinkable…until one fateful day in May, it was a birthday, it was actually for the boy himself…although as always he wasn't happy to be there."
His eyes started to fill with tears.
"Sometime into the celebrations, the kid's older brother and his friends all wearing their separate face masks decided that seeing how the boy was such a crybaby that he would like to get up close and personal with me."
"So being the 'smart kids' that they clearly were they picked him up, he was kicking and screaming of course but to no avail and they dragged him over to the stage where the new Springtrap and I were performing."
Goldie's expression went dark, he stopped talking and closed his eyes…they could clearly see that he was physically shaking.
"Goldie…are you sure you want to continue?" Toy Freddy asked.
"You can stop if you want to," Toy Chica said, clasping her hands together and looking visibly concerned.
Goldie shook his head, opening his eyes to reveal tears.
"No I need to finish this story for your sakes as well as mine."
"They said he wanted to give me a kiss, so…."
Those sitting next to him put their hands on his to calm him down.
"They…."
His breathing became tense.
"They forced him into my mouth and…."
Clearly he was on the verge of a major breakdown.
"I…I….I…I"
He tore his hands away from the grip of others and covered his eyes.
"I….with no independent thought….or action….bit…down on his head….AND I CRUSHED IT!" he shouted, breaking down.
"I CAUSED THE BITE OF 1983, IT WAS ME!"
That one sentence caught everyone off guard, no one was excepting that, not from Goldie.
As his words echoed through Freddy's mind, the words of Nightmare Fredbear came back to haunt him, his words mixing with that of Goldie's.
"What happened in 1983 will shock you and when you discover it's meaning and what it lead to, don't be too surprise to find everything you thought you knew being turned inside out."
"I CAUSED THE BITE OF 1983!"
"I represent Goldie's darkest secret, it was an accident, but it had terrible consequences for everyone…including you four."
"I CRUSHED IT!"
"However I will give you credit if you can figure the truth out, but if you think you've brushed death before, seeking the entire truth will take you to places you don't wish to visit or…revisit."
"IT WAS ME!"
"I'll give you all a hint, it was in 1983 and that's all I'm saying."
Nightmare Fredbear was right, he knew he was right, how could anyone react calmly or indifferent to an event like that.
This past event was turning everything Freddy thought he knew inside out….just like Nightmare Fredbear said it would.
"Goldie…it wasn't your fault," Mike said, patting him on the shoulder for comfort.
"YES IT IS!" Goldie sobbed.
"You just said that you were put under a special procedure in which you could do nothing else but act…you made no independent decision to bite down on his head."
"Besides it's those little shits' fault, excuse my French," Bonnie argued.
"Those idiots did it, not you, I hope that kid's brother is rotting in hell!" Foxy yelled.
"Amen to that," Toy Chica added, getting up and instantly going over to hug Goldie.
"HE WAS SCREAMING FOR ME TO LET HIM GO!"
"Shhh…shhh...shhh…" Toy Chica whispered, softly stroking his golden hair.
"It's ok….it's ok….we love you regardless of what's happened….we don't blame you."
"I CUT OFF SPRING, I FAILED TO KEEP THE PAST AT BAY, I'VE LIED TO YOU ALL FOR SO MANY YEARS AND I'VE KILLED A CHILD!"
Goldie collapsed into a mass of regret and tears, right before Freddy who sat opposite him.
The man he'd looked up to, the man who had raised him and the others, the man who could provide advice whenever he needed it…was now a broken pale figure…all because of several past events which he didn't intentionally create.
"Goldie…this isn't your fault," Freddy stated, reaching out.
"IT'S BECAUSE OF ME THAT THE NIGHTMARES EXIST!"
"Wait…what about the Nightmares?" Jeremy suddenly leaping to his feet.
"Goldie…Goldie…tell us about the Nightmares how are they linked to the bite?" Toy Chica asked, cradling him like a child.
Goldie appeared to recover and gathered himself to together to give an answer.
"They told me themselves…that within his twisted and broken mind they emerged…also..."
He sighed as his body trembled all over.
"Looking back…it's obvious that their based on the bullies, Nightmare Foxy is the boy's mental interpretation of his brother…Nightmares Freddy, Bonnie and Chica are the other bullies and that includes their personalities which have clearly been exaggerated to the extreme."
"And Nightmare Fredbear is the child's interpretation of you, but clearly far beyond anything realistic…yes?" Mangle asked curiously.
"Yes…he is," Goldie answered, looking very sullen.
"So that explains why they exist…but with that being the case….shouldn't the child have gone to heaven?" Chica inquired.
"Because within a spiritual sense, if he's passed on and with the Nightmares being a product of his mind…shouldn't have they also gone?"
"If they're here, then he must still exist…somewhere," Toy Bonnie answered. The Puppet so far was quiet as she was thinking, trying to connect past events together with the new information that Goldie had shared.
"Hang on, I hate to be a realist here, but your mouth is too small to fit a child's head, in fact all of our mouths are," Bonnie stated, trying to understand how such an incident could physically happen.
"During my psychological 'upgrade' they decided that they needed me to sing better, that I needed to improve on my performance so they gave me…"
Goldie lowered his head, as if he was ashamed to admit it.
"Jaw extensions."
"Jaw extensions, they widen your mouth so you could sing better, yet at the same time it was wide enough to fit a child's head?" Toy Freddy asked, still struggling to process Goldie's confessions.
Goldie nodded, signing as he did.
"Yes, as strange as it sounds they did give me extensions of my jaw, but after the incident they reversed the process, it was quite painful, this time they didn't give me any pain relief."
"So just to confirm the child who you 'accidently bit, still exists?" Chica asked, leaning across the table.
"He does exist, while I was fighting Nightmare Fredbear to regain control of my body and mind, he told him that the child is locked within his house with them for company," Goldie answered mournfully.
"So much for a happy afterlife and all that."
Chica seemed to sigh mournfully as she withdrew to her usual sitting position.
"There really isn't salvation after death, or at least it's very hard to reach," she muttered sorrowfully.
"Poor kid…that must be hell…" Jeremy murmured, running his hand through his hair.
"At the very least, even with the loss of Springtrap, we are only dealing with five Nightmares."
Instantly he noticed that Goldie was now staring at him, his dark red eyes having gone wide with shock, as if he was unable to believe Jeremy's sentance.
"Oh Jeremy Fitzgerald…you couldn't be more mistaken," he muttered, shaking his head.
"Why…wait, there's more than five?" Mike asked in disbelief, leaning in to know more.
Goldie went quiet for a moment before speaking.
"I might as well as explain what happened and how Nightmare Fredbear was able to take control."
Everyone turned in his direction as he laid out the next set of terrible events.
There's always more than there first appears when the past is concerned and I hoped that you liked the introduction to Limbo, it will be reappearing in later chapters.
Poor Goldie, the past weighs so heavily down on him.
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