I know your pain.

Golden Freddy was shocked.

Hands on his face and eyes transfixed on the scene, he stands outside Fredbear's cabin.

He was unconscious, lying down on the cement floor of his cabin. They had ruined whatever experiment he was trying as well, only salting the wound. What and who would do this? Didn't he have a defense system as well?

The younger brother rushes over to Fredbear. It was obvious he wouldn't be waking up any time soon. Is he dead?

'No...he's alive...' he reassures himself. Sighing with relief, he hears something outside.

"You're not getting in this time..." he whispers, standing up as slowly as possible. There were two sets of footsteps outside, stalking the perimeter as if to check if the coast is clear. Arming himself with a stun spell on the ready. The feet near the door, slowly, but steadily, putting one foot in front of the other. The leaves beneath them crunch and crinkle in a volume which could only be heard in absolute silence.

'Did they track me down? Are they back to kill Fredbear?' he runs through the possibilities countless of times, all while listening closely for the location of the ones outside. They were definitely nearing the doorway.

A blur of bright blue and white dashes into the room, and Golden Freddy unleashes the stun spell reflexively. The person was on the ground, and his hood was lying on the ground nearby.

"Toy Bonnie?" he whispers, charging up another stun spell. He clearly remembers having two set of feet.

"Don't. Move." Another female in a hood demands. She was armed with a bow and arrow. Golden Freddy slowly puts his hands up, dropping the charge developing in his hands. "You must be Golden Freddy. We knew you'd be here, and I'd like to inform you, that Mr. Fredbear is not dead. However, he has been put under incredibly deep sleep, one that can't be waken up by ordinary magic."

Golden Freddy was surprised how well trained these fighters were; even HE couldn't put anything under a deep sleep. That's something that requires constant training, research and assistance, something that's hard to master nowadays. Even with the necessities, it would take exceptional expertise to execute, and even more time to hone these for combat.

"Yes. I am Golden Freddy," he says, still submissive to the armed warriors.

"Why are you against the Marionette?" the yellow robot says.

'Probably Toy Chica' he concludes, bowing his head down as she points it at the back of his head.

"That's private business, chicken!" she stops in her tracks, smiling for a bit. "You have no right looking into that!"

"Or do I? The Marionette saved us. He kept the original souls alive. The original Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy, here in the Dreamworld. He gave them life back on earth. But he couldn't save the others. It had to be YOUR responsibility, didn't it?" Golden Freddy grits his teeth as he remains silent.

"This...does not...concern you..."

"But it concerns him. He wants to know why you deviated from the rest of us." Golden Freddy raises an eyebrow. Deviated?

"Deviated? He left me there. I was the only child left to rot in that...hell-hole and he just LEFT me!" Goldie wanted to just turn around and slap her in the face for bringing up such a bad memory, but he knew there were worse fates. Springtrap, for just one example.

Toy Chica was speechless; she had never heard of this side of the story. "He didn't want to give me life, so I never took a full being. That's why I took care of the toys. He forgot them. He forgot ME."

"Y-You saved us?" Toy Bonnie questions, lowering his hood. "But...why us?"

"Bonnie, he's lying. The Puppet brought all of us life."

"Well, he forgot me-"

"Shut up!" Toy Chica shoves the arrow into his head, still attached to the bow. Golddn Freddy could feel the blade giving into his synthetic fur. It could easily slice through it and go out the other side with a clean exit wound. "We're waiting for the Puppet to arrive. He knows what do with...this."

"I saved you, Chica. I saved Toy Bonnie. I saved every toy, including Toy Foxy. I brought them life, lives that were lost elsewhere. I wanted them to live again, but not like this. Not in constant peril. Not...not being dictated and trained to fight," Golden Freddy explains. "My brothers are only here to help. Fredbear has his own quest and Springtrap...I'm sure his time has already come. I've grown up within this soul, and so have they."

"Not now, you didn't! You may have put us into the robot world, but now we're here, and you didn't help us!" Toy Bonnie says. Golden Freddy was silenced, knowing that he was cornered. Toy Bonnie was right. He only put them into their robot selves, but that was all he did. The Marionette saved them into the Dreamworld after they had all died in the fire.

"You're right." Golden Freddy knows he was cornered.

"And what gives you the right to be the just one, here?" Toy Chica retorts.

"All these lost years replaced by this life. This is not what I wanted for you. For anyone! I wanted them to live until they've grown old and decide to rest in peace. But HE had to take that away, didn't he? HE wanted to take their lives for HIS interests. He's a deceitful, greedy, liar-"

"Be quiet!" Toy Chica kicks Golden Freddy in the back, but not as hard. Although she knows that Golden Freddy may be right, she still wants to know more. She was told to be aggressive, but not to be immoral. Besides, if what he's saying really is true, she had no reason to fight with him.

Chica and Bonnie were trapped within a prison cell, stuck with each other in the police station. It was morning down on earth, and both of them were silent after what happened, with the only exception being Bonnie. Chica was still traumatized after what happened, that and the forcefulness of the police. Did robots have human rights? They WERE human souls, but, just not human bodies. Did it even matter anyways?

Bonnie was leaning against a wall, bouncing a little rubber ball he found. Even though it was a human activity, he found it surprisingly enjoyable. It was better than doing nothing.

He glances over at the chicken, who still was frozen in shock, barely moving. "You still in love with Freddy?" She didn't move her body or turn her head.

"That's not what I'm concerned about. He's dead. It's done. His soul may be around, but there's nothing to bring it back to. It's just about Foxy. I realize more and more that he's done everything in his power to bring Mangle back in that Dreamworld. At least with Freddy, I know he's fine. Golden Freddy, Freddy and I did the legwork, but...he still had the heart of a lion for it." She sighs, bowing her head in deep empathy, the joints squeaking as she hung low.

Bonnie couldn't help but feel bad. Even though he had sort of lost Mangle after fighting with Foxy, he still wanted her too, but not as badly anymore. In fact, he admits he had moved on. He's surprised that Foxy hadn't. After all these years of separation and suffering, the fox still went on with it. Bonnie even missed the days when he and Mangle knew each other. It was just...

Foxy.

If it wasn't for Foxy...then he and Mangle would have been fine...and that would mean there would be no reason to hate the restaurant, leave the only girl he ever came close to liking, and eventually lead to burning the restaurant with Jeremy.

He could have stopped Jeremy. He even remembered the time when he had the choice to stop him. Whether or not to join him and destroy the restaurant, and or stop him and let burn together. If they burned together, assuming that they died together as well, and that they lived in the Dreamworld, then none of this would have happened. Bonnie and Mangle would have been fine together, but no.

Foxy had to be the underdog and savior. If it wasn't for his fighting, then Bonnie wouldn't have to join Jeremy.

All this thinking hurt Bonnie's CPU, but one conclusion he did come to was this: It's all Foxy's fault.

Toy Freddy was in a library complex, searching desperately in a flood of research. Lists of chemical compounds, solutions and mixtures were spread everywhere. He needed to finish the Genesis Blood. He looked through the addition of magical substances and spells, he analyzed every little detail about the Genesis Blood and its contents. Marionette wanted to use it for his own...interests. He never specified it, but, Toy Freddy didn't want to question it.

Something was moving behind him. Maybe after a few hours of reading and hard concentration, his mind started to go a little crazy. He looked behind him and saw something duck down behind a desk. Maybe it was something, maybe it wasn't. It was deep into the night in the Dreamworld, and he had been working all day. His only wage was the wage of living again. Without the Marionette, he wouldn't be living a life, and he had to pay back the Puppet.

The sound of rustling joints grew near as he blocks his ears to muffle the noise. He knew that it was for the person that brought back his life, but was it all really worth it? Was wasting so much time for something that seemed to have a simpler alternative?

Turns out, the sound was real, and something from behind pulls Toy Freddy out of his chair and in a headlock. After a minute of struggling against the pressure of the arm that kept him held in place, Toy Freddy looks up into the light of the lamp he used, and into the eyes of Springtrap.

"You're alive...?" Toy Freddy manages to squeeze out. Springtrap smiles.

"Of course. That was just my earthly body. Purple Guy can have it. Those rusted shoulders were killing me."

"What do...you want?" Toy Freddy struggles a bit more only to have the grip tightened around his neck.

"I want answers, Fred. I want to know what this Puppet is working for, and why he's attacking my brother. What does he want?"

"Wait...can...can we just work this out?" Toy Freddy coughs as his wires began to crunch together in his neck. "This...this isn't...very comfortable...you know..."

Springtrap ignores Freddy's last statement. "First of all, what are you doing?" He uses his free hand to point at the paperwork everywhere. Bottles, test tubes and instruments were placed in between the flood of papers.

Toy Freddy could feel the wires giving to the pressure of Springtrap. It wasn't just hurting, but it was killing him. "Okay...okay I'll talk!" Springtrap loosens his grip as Toy Freddy began to sigh for relief. "Okay...this is...from your brother Fredbear. This...Genesis Blood...as he calls it. I'm trying to finish it for the Marionette. He wants it."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I honestly don't know." Springtrap nods.

"And what about you? What gives you the right that you should help?"

"He brought me life. He saved me from silence. He let me live once more after the fire." Springtrap was surprised at that thought. He didn't know where he got that information, but Toy Freddy certainly raised some eyebrows.

"How..."

"We'll discuss that later if you'd like. But...now...I have to finish this chemical solution-"

"No. You'll answer me first. What is the Puppet planning? Why has he done this to my brothers?"

"I...I don't know what he wants! I swear!" Toy Freddy says defensively, expecting Springtrap to increase the pressure of his neck wires.

"You're useless." Springtrap shoves Toy Freddy into his work, scattering papers and spilling liquids everywhere. "What does that puppet want?! Why is he doing this?! What is he doing to...everyone?" Toy Freddy didn't respond. He didn't know how. What is the Puppet doing? Why does he want the Toys to protect him? And most importantly, what does he have against the yellow trinity?

All he could do was shrug, as Springtrap storms away out of the building.

Foxy was sitting on a boulder on the edge of a beach, not too far from the oak tree where the Marionette resided. He twisted around the powerful hook that the Puppet had given him. He wasn't sure why he needed such a lethal weapon, but he kept it anyways. "Foxy," the fox turns around. He hadn't seen him before.

"Who are you?" he says, observing the decrepit rabbit suit standing beside him. The rabbit was unarmed, and he didn't look like he was going to attack him. In fact, he was in a protective stance, eyeing Foxy's hook very carefully.

"You probably don't know me. I'm Springtrap. Golden Freddy's youngest brother. Like I said, you probably didn't know that, or believe that, but that's not the point." Springtrap takes a seat of his own on a nearby rock, much lower than Foxy's boulder. The water washed in and out, constantly splashing the rocks with foam and water. The smell of sea salt was strong here, but Springtrap had already gotten used to it.

"What do you want with me?" Foxy asks curiously. "I haven't spoken to your brother in a long time."

"I'm here to ask you about the Marionette." Foxy lowers his ears.

"You have beef with him too?" he asks, looking back at the ocean's horizon. "Why are you all against him?"

Springtrap notices that Foxy was getting a little defensive. Had he become that close of a friend to the puppet? To the extent that he pushed away the Fredbear brothers?

"You don't know what he's done, Foxy."

"And neither do you!" Springtrap puts his hands up.

"Now, now, I'm not here to start an argument. I'm here, to ask you, about, Marionette."

"What about him?" Foxy says with the voice of aggression still evident.

"What deal you struck with him?" The fox glares at him.

"None of your business." Springtrap remembers when Golden Freddy described Withered Bonnie to him, when Bonnie was still a "threat". The more the fox talked, the more matches Springtrap could find between the two seemingly opposite characters.

"I know you agreed to something with that puppet, Foxy. You can't hide from me." After a silence, Foxy looks at the rabbit suit.

"Fine. He said that if he protected me from you guys, he'll find Mangle for me." Springtrap stopped. "Find" Mangle? Is Mangle missing? Golden Freddy told him about her on the oak tree where the Balloon Boys were. She was already there, and it wasn't an impostor. Phantom Mangle wasn't on that oak tree.

"Find Mangle for you?"

"Yeah. Says he can't find her. Ran off into the woods or somethin'. Struck a bunch of deals with the other toys too." So that explains Toy Freddy. "Gave 'em life." How did his talk change so quickly? Talking in fragments was not very Foxy-like, at least not from what Springtrap's heard.

"So you still-"

"Don't ask..." he looks away, eyes back on the ocean. Springtrap could see the blush on his face, even with the sun hanging low in the sky. "I...still have some unfinished business to take care of, if you will." Springtrap understood what he meant, and he had gotten his answer. However, he still needed to know more.

"So what is the exact deal? What did you agree to do?"

"Protect him from any attacks you and your brothers might plan to do."

"And?" Springtrap knew there was more.

"That's all."

"You mentioned Mangle somewhere in the deal? What does she have to do with this?"

"She's...an important friend to me. We were good friends before." His voice began to break, but he kept his composure. Springtrap was getting there, getting closer.

"Really?" He lead him on. "Goldie never told me about your friendship with her." Foxy was hesitant, but he gives in. Sighing, he explains to Springtrap,

"I..." Foxy looks down. "I want Mangle back." His voice was softer now. Springtrap got him right where he wanted him. "I...I never got to tell her how much I cared for her. Just telling her I love her wasn't enough for me. I want to see if she loves me back. I..." He buries his hands to his face as the sun eventually sinks into the ocean. "I never knew."

Even though the rabbit was partially against Foxy, he had to feel bad for him. Foxy had to eventually spill, now that his emotions were split. "I wish I could have done something about that fire...I could have done something..."

Springtrap gave him some times as the fox silently cried for a minute. "The Puppet...he said that I could meet Mangle. He promised me to bring her back, just as I had promised to protect him for it. I trust him. I don't know about Golden Freddy, or you. You guys never stepped up to help Mangle!"

'Well, that's a blatant lie...' Springtrap thinks to himself, but he keeps his mouth shut.

"All I wanted was to be with her at last. He was going to give that to me. We shook on it. It's a deal, right? Yeah, yeah. It's a deal." Foxy was getting a little hysterical. He really does want Mangle back, and he was willing to go insane for it.

"You...you lied to him," Mangle chokes, her jaw agape and her eyes wet. "I can't believe you would that to him! He...He did all of this for you, and this is how you pay him?"

Marionette was smiling. As a master puppeteer, he was an expert in manipulation. He had everyone in their own battle positions. He was untouchable. THEY were untouchable.

"I love you, Mangle. You don't know how long I've waited for you. Waited for you to agree. You agreed to follow our deal."

"You aren't living up to it, you-"

"Mangle, Mangle, Mangle. Who said anything about me living up to it? The deal was that I would take care of you while I try to find the rest of your body on Earth. I'm simply...postponing that."

"That isn't fair! Marionette, why-"

"Who said finding a loophole was cheating? There wasn't a time period, schedule or set due date for this, wasn't there?"

"That doesn't matter, and you know that! You know where it is, and I want...I NEED to see Foxy again?" The Marionette was growing a little more concerned for Mangle, not much for her health than how much she wants Foxy. He knows that she obviously prefers the fox more than himself, and that there was no changing that. But Marionette wanted to keep Mangle for himself. "This isn't right, Marionette."

"That isn't part of our deal." Mangle glares at him one final time and swings away, climbing back to her branch on the oak tree, the Balloon Boys standing to guard. "You can't hide there forever, Mangle!"

"Neither can you keep me here. Caged up like a zoo animal!"

"Sweetheart, you know I love you."

"Of course you do. Enough to kill and militarize others. Do you even see what you're doing? What you're doing to others? You don't even care what I want!" Mangle shoves her head down her metal arms, trying to ignore everything the Marionette was saying to her.

"All I want is to go home..."

Yeah, I know. A lot of monologuing, a lot of "I want this but it didn't happen", but it was probably the best I got. I would be lying if I told you I overcompensated the content for the hiatus length.

Good job to everyone that figured out that little extension at the end. I thought no one would've guessed that.

IN OTHER NEWS: Longest doc ever! Woo?

EXCUSE OF THE CHAPTER:
I have school right now.

Thanks anyways!
-DWalkthroughGuy