Author's Note: So I didn't say this in the prologue, but this is super important! The events of this story is an alternate timeline of the Ask Goldie Anything comic series. That I have already said, but I'm also changing some events in the actual game's canon to, 1) make the plot make more sense, but to also make it more interesting to read. I guess this is just a whole new AU, though I don't like thinking of it that way. If you are not interested in this kind of thing, please don't complain about it. Anyway, remember to review if you enjoy and don't forget to favorite and follow if you want the series to continue (Well, let's be real, it'll probably continue anyway) I hope you enjoy this chapter and see you next time! DragonTail OUT!

Chapter One: 10 am News

Freddy slammed his head against a table in total defeat. It had been a week since what they now called the "Door Incident." Everything was quiet and nothing seemed cheerful or noisy. Freddy turned his head to look at a nearby clock. It was 10 in the morning. Mike was probably in the office watching over the pizzeria like he always did and usually there would be a small party or the pizzeria would be busy. But this morning, just like the past week, everything was silent, nothing moved, nothing laughed, or cried, or even someone coming up with silly schemes. All was quiet, to quiet in fact. Freddy sighed and covered his face with his paws. He tried going outside earlier that week, with a rope tied around his waist of course, but there had been no sign of the golden bear. All there was was a few gears, springs, and a small patch of yellow fur. Freddy was now clutching that fur like it would turn to mist the second he let go. Tears started to roll down his furry face as a hand was laid on his shoulder.

He lifted his head to see Toy Chica looking at him with concern, with Bonnie and BB right behind her. Ever since the incident, BB did nothing without Bonnie around. Freddy thought it was because it was the one person that Goldie had been most attached to, but he wasn't quite sure. Toy Chica clutched his little brother's signature purple hat with her wings. The hat had fallen to the floor at some point during the ruckus of the incident and Toy Chica didn't dare let anyone touch it. At the moment, the hat was the last thing Freddy wanted to see, slowly snuggling his snout back into fuzzy arms. "What do you want?" he grumbled. TC (Toy Chica from now on) looked back at her friends, who nodded with approval. "Mike, Mari and Foxy want to see you," she said. Sighing he looked back at her and asked, "Why did they send you and not come ask me themselves?" "Because they knew that you were probably going to flip out at them."

Freddy huffed, though he did know that was probably true. He was mad at Foxy for obvious reasons. While thinking of punishments for him, Freddy had thought of the closet, but had instantly discarded that idea, feeling it was hypocritical in some way. Instead, he made Foxy clean the whole restaurant every night after the pizzeria closed and that was his job for the next two months. He also made him stand with Mike in the security office, just to keep him away from himself for the next few weeks as well. He was mad at Mike because he said that he had watched the whole thing on the cameras, but was too afraid to go deal with it, since Foxy wasn't the nicest person in the building. Freddy knew he shouldn't be mad at him but he still was. Mari… He wasn't mad at Mari, at all in fact. He did think that Mari blamed herself for what had happened and believed that he was mad at her, which was not true in the slightest. Still, Freddy did seem to snap at everyone nowadays.

"Okay, thanks TC," Freddy said. "Just give me a minute." TC nodded and gestured for the others to follow. BB nodded and followed TC out of the room. Bonnie watched as his friend wiped his tears away. "We'll find him, don't worry," he said, watching as Freddy carefully studied the golden fur in his paws. "Bonnie, we've already searched everywhere around the pizzeria with no sign of him anywhere! He's gone!" Freddy snapped, glaring at Bonnie, before his expression softened. "Sorry, I'm just… I just miss him." Bonnie patted his back. "We all do and we also know you've done a lot to juggle business and finding Goldie. I bet he's still alive and out there, you know better than any of us how hard it is to stop him from doing something. Maybe he'll come back on his own," Bonnie said, trying to encourage his sad friend. The brown bear shook his head. "If what BB says is true, then Goldie obviously believes that we don't care about him, and basically got that confirmed by Foxy, even though it's not true. He's not coming back," Freddy said miserably, standing up and started walking away. "Thanks for the chat Bonnie, but please keep all of your positive spirit for people who actually deserve it." "You don't deserve any of this!" Bonnie yelled, startling Freddy, making him stop in place. "I deserve any punishment that comes to me. I treated him so terribly after I found him in the closet. I made him miserable! I made as many people hate him as I could! I through him out of every small party we had! I rejected him! I, f'n, even got him to the point of locking some of the only people he actually cared about in a closet to just get some attention! I don't deserve to be joyful or happy. I deserve to be thrown in a closet just like he was, heck, I probably deserve it more than he did!" Freddy screamed, face hardening, quickly turning around right as he was done, tears rolling down his face full force. "I'll talk to you later, Bonnie," he sighed, walking away. Bonnie reached out for him, but pulled his paw back down. He had already caused enough trouble.

Hours Earlier

Goldie stared up at the stars as he lay in a pile of garbage. Hanging out in the local dump, hadn't been as bad as he had first thought. It had actually been quite comfortable. The garbage bags he was laying on right now was more comfortable than the floor at the pizzeria. It was quiet, peaceful… and lonely, unfortunately… Well, all except… "Hey, buddy!" A minor nuisance. "What are you up to?" Goldie turned his head to look at the fully purple ghost floating next to him. "What does it look like I'm doing, Will?" Goldie asked looking at his friend quizzically. "Nothing at all," he said. The ghost was probably about in his late 20's, early 30's. The ghost was obviously male, but he still had long hair, which was tied in a ponytail. A purple hat sat on top of his purple hair and he wore a purple security shirt that matched his purple body. The only different color on his body was the small yellow translucent badge. He even wore a purple tie. He had died with all of these things on, at least that was what he had told Goldie.

Goldie never did ask about his friends past, because every time he did, Will would just clam up and not talk, so he had just given up trying. Will had been the one person who would sit and talk with him, he had actually shown up 5 years after Goldie had been thrown into the closet, though there was a catch. For Goldie to have his special friend with him, he had to play out schemes that failed miserably every time and even seemed to hurt his friends and family, though it was the only way to have someone who would listen to everything he said. After being thrown out of the pizzeria, Goldie had become increasingly cross with Will, for quite obvious reasons, though he did keep the ghost around because he was afraid of being alone again. The ghost hadn't proposed any new schemes in the past week, so he hoped that their deal was off and they could be just normal friends, maybe when he would head back to the pizzeria, he would introduce Will to the rest of the gang.

Goldie almost laughed out loud at the thought. He had had suspicions since he was released from the closet that no one really cared about him and just kept him around for laughs or for another unknown reason and that had been basically confirmed by Foxy, so why would he even think about going home? Will floated over the golden bear and asked, "Why are you crying?" Goldie put a paw up to his face and wiped away a small tear track that had apparently started to roll down his face. "No reason," he grumbled, sitting up and glaring at the ghost. "You're thinking about the pizzeria again, aren't you?" Will said, putting his hands on his hips. Goldie blushed slightly, before scowling at the ground. "Bud, I told you, there is nothing for you there. If you go back, you'll either be thrown back into that lonely closet or they would just reject you." Will floated over to Goldie and lifted his head so he could look into his big white eyes. "You should just let the place go. Now get some rest, I'll make sure no one finds you." Goldie yawned as sudden exhaustion flooded him. He didn't know why he was so tired all of a sudden, maybe it was because he hadn't gotten a lot of sleep recently. "Alright," he sighed, laying his head back done on a garbage bag. "Talk to you later."

The purple ghost watched as the little white light pupils slowly turned off and the golden bears eyes closed. Will smirked. He couldn't wait to put his plan into action. He had been waiting so long for all this stuff to occur so his plan would work and now that was exactly what was happening. He waited a few minutes, just to make sure that the bear was asleep, before flying into the bears limp body. The dump was silent for a few seconds, before Goldie's eyes snapped open. His pupils, which were normally white, were now a deep purple. Slowly, the bear rose to his feet, grinning. He faced the exit of the dump, right as the sun was rising. After years of playing this game, it was finally time to put his absurd plan into action. No one would stand in his way ever again.

Present

Freddy turned into the office area, where Mike, Foxy, and Mari were standing. After his argument with Bonnie, he had gone into a depressed state of mind. His ears were drooping and his eyes reflected his sadness. Slowly he took off his hat and stuffed the golden fur into it, before placing it back on his head. Foxy turned to face Freddy, who surprisingly did absolutely nothing. Mari hid behind Mike, nervously clutching his arm. The bear looked at the puppet and his expression softened, trying hard to reassure the small child. Even though Mari was just a child, she was one of the smartest people in the whole pizzeria, though she did have a very cautious, caring and shy nature. She had been one of the few people who had been very friendly to Goldie. Freddy turned his head to look at Foxy, scowling, then back at the small group in front of him and asked, "What do you want? We should have opened hours ago, so I need to get back and organize some stuff for a party this afternoon." Foxy looked at Mike and nodded. Mike gulped slightly. "There was something in the newspaper that Mari brought to my attention when it came in about 30 minutes ago," he said.

"If it's another one of those fake, 'Freddy's is bankrupt,' articles, then I don't want to hear about it," Freddy grumbled. Mike shook his head. "Its something we believe you should know about and would think it was interesting," he said. He looked down at Mari and gestured his hand, silently asking her to hand him something. Mari looked nervously at Freddy, who was intently looking at her. Slowly, Mari pulled out a rolled up newspaper from behind her back and handed it to Mike, who handed it to Freddy. Looking at the front page of the paper, nothing seemed all that interesting to Freddy, just some election stuff, since that was coming up in a few weeks. Scanning the page, he noticed a small side article that read, "The Bite of '83' Happens Again? Read more on page 3" Eyebrow now raised, Freddy turned the page of the newspaper to the next page and almost dropped in sheer surprise.

A large picture sat in the middle of the page with two smaller pictures under it. The large picture showed a bear, worn down and beaten, holding a small child in its claws. Five giant scratches were going down the side of the child's face, leaving blood trails running down the face and dripping to the ground. The bear looked sadistic and angry, grinning with narrowed eyes. The picture was black and white so it was hard to tell what anything else in the photo was. The small picture to the right showed a picture of the same thing, except the bears eyes had widened, in what looked like horror, and its mouth had gone slack, hanging open slightly. The third picture showed the bear running into an alleyway, bullets flying past it. Freddy almost choked on his words as he stammered, "G-G-G-Goldie?"