Author's Note: Sorry this took so long to get out. My bigger project is a little bit more of a priority for me, so again sorry for the long wait. I don't have anything else to say... Enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 2: Waking to Trouble
9 am, Bolding Street
It was kind of hard not to freak out when he opened his eyes. People were all around him with horrified expressions, police officers had their pistols trained on him, and worst of all, he was holding a terrified little girl in his paw. This little girl was gagging in pain and fear. His paws were soaked with blood from the claw marks on her face. Goldie just couldn't comprehend what was going on. He didn't remember leaving the garbage dump. He didn't remember walking into the street and saying hi to a little child. He certainly didn't remember picking her up by the neck and scratch her, yet it was quite obvious he had. He was so confused, horrified and scared all at the same time. One of the police officers moved his gun down a little in a gesture of some kind and said, "Drop the girl." Newspaper photographers were taking pictures of him as he looked around for a way to escape. There was an alley behind him, thank God.
He looked back down at the girl and mumbled, "I'm sorry," before dropping her and teleported over to it and made a run for it. He could hear the police shouting, citizens screaming, bullets whistling past his broken ears and his footsteps echoing throughout the alley. He turned the corner, blindly running wherever he could. Finally, after being chased for a good half hour, Goldie reached the dump, hiding out in an old broken down car. He held his metaphorical breath as the police entered the area. They were looking for him, probably to dismantle him. He didn't want to die yet, he wanted to live. They finally gave up and left, making Goldie sigh with relief. Looking around, he got out of the car and snuck to his usual hiding place and sat down exhausted from the running.
It had started to rain, so Goldie wouldn't be able to leave for a little while, which, for right now, was all he wanted. Will materialized in front of him, glaring. "Dang man, that was bad, even for you." "Shut up Will," Goldie growled shoving his snout into his arms. "We almost had her!" Will yelled back, turning a bit red with anger. "We?!" Confusion hung on Goldie's voice. What the HELL was he talking about? Will almost immediately covered his mouth, obviously having said to much. "Will, what happened?" Goldie growled. "You were...Umm… Sleep walking and…" "Stop Lying to me!" Goldie screamed. Will looked away, not wanting to make eye contact with the bear. "How long have you been planning this? You obviously did something to make me get out there and almost murder an innocent child!" Goldie was on his feet now, rage bubbling at the surface of all emotion.
Suddenly, Will burst into… Laughter? The laughter sounded sadistic and full of malice. Taking a few steps back, all of Goldie's anger was now slowly turning into fear. "You really are an idiot aren't you," Will finally said after a few minutes. "What are you talking about?" Goldie spat, trying very hard not to show his fear. "For years I have been asking you to help me take over the pizzeria, just so you would have a stupid, so called friend," Will sneered, slowly circling the golden bear. "I've been trying to hide the fact that I've been manipulating you from the very start… I knew you would be rejected, I knew you would be thrown out of the pizzeria, but you still believed in you're so called friends to always keep believing in you." "You… You… Monster!" Goldie yelled after processing everything that Will had told him.
"Wait," the bear said, eye lights growing smaller. "Why are you telling me this?" "Oh, because…" Will snickered as he turned and looked directly into Goldie's scared eyes. Will's eyes conveyed many emotions, anger, hatred, malice, with a little bit of sadistic glee sprinkled in. "I'm done with your failures. I'm done trying to wait for you to do what I want. Your going to have to all that I say know." "You can't make me do anything you jerk!" Goldie screamed, voice shaky with betrayal and fear. "It was a mistake to tell me everything!" "Oh, I think it was the complete opposite," Will said shrugging. "If you don't do what I say…" There was an awkward silence for a few seconds, until Will slammed his ghostly body into Goldie's, making him shriek with surprise. A pain started to grow throughout his circuits as something wriggled into them. His eyes flickered from their usual white to purple. His joints and spring locks rattled for a few seconds, before everything stopped. Using his voice chip and his mouth, Will sneered, "I will personally go back to the pizzeria and kill everyone inside." Goldie's conscience was trapped within his main line battery, fear wanting to override his circuits.
10 am, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza
Freddy's mouth hung open as he stared at the article. "There is no way…" Mari scooted a few inches closer to Freddy, shaking nervously. "Freddy… This newspaper showed up in front of the building this morning. I'm not sure if…" Mari was cut off when Foxie snorted, "The little runt decided to live all." Freddy growled at him, glaring at him out of the corner of his eye. Looking back down at the newspaper, Freddy's eyes were lined with tears, wanting to fall. "He looks so confused in this photo," he said ignoring Foxy and Mari. He slowly touched the picture of him running with his paw, eyes narrowed and searching. "Where could he have…" "That's Bolding Street," said a voice behind him. Freddy spun around and almost slapped TC in the face. "Oh, sorry TC," he said his face reddening with embarrassment. "That's alright," she said smiling before looking down at the purple hat in her clutches, smile disappearing in an instant.
"Why are you here? And how the heck do you know what street that is?" Freddy asked, trying to lean on the desk casually, failing miserably. "I came in to ask a quick question and over heard you all talking and I know that street from what the article says in paragraph 2," she said pointing at the paper. Indeed, in paragraph 2, it said where the incident took place and what had happened. Sighing, Freddy looked back at the people behind him, who simply looked at concerned expressions. "What's the plan capt'n?" Foxy asked. Even though he technically was the one, who had caused this whole mess, he kind of, just a little bit, missed the golden bear's shenanigans, though he would never admit that. "I don't know," Freddy growled, clenching and unclenching his paws, renewed anger against the fox rising in his throat. "Why don't you try to go out and find him instead!" Freddy turned, the urge to hit something coming into plain site. Slowly, Foxy backed up. "Freddy!" someone shouted behind him. Turning around, he noticed that Bonnie, BB and TC were staring at him. TC looked cross, and BB and Bonnie, who must have been walking by, looked a bit terrified. "He's wondering how he can help! Everyone in this room right now has been trying to help! Me, BB, Bonnie, Mike, Mari, heck even Foxy has been trying to help and he hates Goldie!" TC shouted. "But all you've done is try looking outside once, not even going that far out there, gone into a depressed state, and snap at anyone who tries to comfort you or help you! Don't you dare think I didn't hear your outburst at Bonnie earlier. All he did was try to comfort you and you just snapped at him. You say you blame yourself! Well, maybe you should be trying harder to fix what YOU'VE done! What is wrong with you?!"
By this point Freddy was on his knees crying. He knew everything that his friend had just told him was true. All of it. He hadn't tried hard enough. He hadn't tried hard enough to find his brother, who he had simply thrown to the side and called him dead, he hadn't tried hard enough to encourage and comfort his friends in their grief, heck he hadn't even tried hard enough to compress the grudge against Foxy and thrown any comfort he got from his friends, right back into their faces. What was he doing? TC was now looking at the crying bear on the floor, covering her beak with her wings. "Oh, Freddy. I'm sorry, I didn't mean…" "No, you're right," he sniffled, looking at his paws. "I haven't done enough. I don't think I can do enough for the things I have done." He closed his paws tightly, looking up at her, putting on a determined face. "Call everyone to the main dining room. We need to talk."
Goldie sat on his pile of garbage, not moving. He didn't dare move, to afraid to feel that feeling again. That feeling of being trapped inside his battery like that was like being trapped within the closet, but worse. At least in the closet, he could move and do something. Inside the battery, he couldn't move, couldn't do anything but sit and watch what would happen. Sure he could still hear, feel, see through his body, but he felt compressed into the small space of the battery, his consciousness and will not being able to do what it wanted with his body, only being able to witness what damage it could do. Will had been in his body for at least an hour, tearing up piles of garbage, breaking equipment, destroying a building. It was absolutely horrifying. He wasn't kidding about what he had said earlier. He wasn't going to take no or any sass from him anymore. Like he said, he wasn't going to play games anymore.
Will had left to go get something and made Goldie "stay," now treating him more like a dog than a friend, though at this point, this wasn't surprising. Goldie still didn't understand what Will wanted him to do, though at this point, he was only staying here to keep his friends safe. Sure, he knew they didn't care about him, but he still wanted them safe. If he didn't he would have run already, though he knew that even if he ran, Will would probably find him anyway. He had no choice but to obey everything that he was told. Will floated into the small room, carrying a small old pocket knife. Nervously, Goldie backed up, putting his back up against an old worn down tire. "W-w-what are you going to do with that?" he asked, voice shaking as Will approached him. "I'm not going to harm you if that is what you think I'm doing," he said, picking up one of his paws. "Extend your claws please." Not getting an immediate response, Will looked up, unamused at the terrified face of Goldie. "Do you want me to make you do it?" Shaking his head, Goldie extended his dull claws. Immediately, Will started to sharpen his claws with the knife. Goldie would have asked why he was doing this but he was afraid of the answer. "Will…" "Don't call me Will… Call me William Afton."