Hey guys, I'm back from my trip. I just thought that I would try to get a chapter out.
Between you and me, there's like, five documents in my manager and its still getting me anxious.
And frick, guys remind that if I do another FNaF story, to make Mangle genderfluid or nonbinary. Damn, all those chapters I suddenly regret even more.
In this chapter the Toys meet Goldie.
STORY TIME!
To be honest, no one expected Goldie to show up. It was like a little thought in the back of their minds' that technically the Toys hadn't met him yet. But everything was so awkward following the moment in the closet that it was forgotten.
Which made it even more awkward when Goldie ended up glitching by when everyone was in the Party Room.
So, if anyone asked Mari, it was a perfectly reasonable excuse to let out a high pitch (very manly) screech and jump on a chair. Because honestly who would be that calm when a blond just appears behind you, right after the lights flickered off for a few seconds.
The blond raised an eyebrow at the pale man. "You're really not used to me, are you?"
"Goldie!" The little one ran towards her caretaker, burying her head in his stomach. Mari took the time to slowly get off the chair and make his way over to his own charges. They stood to the side as Goldie got greeted by his different charges.
Foxy looked over towards them. "Aye, you lads wouldn't have meeted him, now would ya?" Mari held back a cringe at the grammar.
The redhead gestured to the adult. "This idiot is Goldie, or, I guess, Golden Freddy. Gold, this is ChiChi, Troy, BonBon, BB, and Mari."
Goldie hummed thoughtfully, eyeing them over. His eyes settled on Mari. "So now I finally have have name to go with the beauty."
Mari raised an eyebrow, not sure whether or not it was just a joke or actual flirting. Though the sound of Bonnie face palming in the background had him convinced that it was the former.
Goldie winked one more time and turned around to throw a paper cup to Bonnie. It hit its mark and the purple haired boy cried out, clutching his forehead dramatically.
Foxy snickered, "Do you feel your connection to Voldemort, young Harry?"
Mari briefly wondered what the name Harry had to do with anything. Was it an 80's thing? Or was it an older trend? Slang? Honestly it could be anything with the way Mari keeps track of child trends.
Goldie snickered before turning to Freddy. "But, like seriously, where are all the knives?"
Freddy cocked his head to the side. "In the kitchen...?"
Goldie shook his head, "I already checked there. They're all gone."
Chica made a time out motion with her hands, "Woah, wait up. They can't be gone. I was playing with them yesterday."
"Okay, is it really appropriate for a child to be handling knives? Did the standards change in all the time I wasn't paying attention?" Mari couldn't help but ask.
Troy walked back into the room - when the heck did he even leave it? - and reported. "I just checked. And there were no knives, at all. I think even some forks were missing too."
"ThAt dOesN't makE aNy sENse. WhY woUlD sOmEONe steAl tHose?" Mangle asked, hanging from the ceiling.
ChiChi clicked her tongue. "Mangle get down from there, you'll fall."
Footsteps sounded in the hallways, walking towards the closed door. Everyone's eyes widened.
The band ran to the stage, transforming once in position. BB hurried over to his corner, transforming along the way. The Originals grabbed onto Goldie and in a few light glitches, were gone. After seeing Mangle hide in the rafters, making his way to his spot, Mari transformed and phased through the walls, leaving a faint image of him in the room, that faded in a few seconds.
Troy eyed the pair of humans suspiciously from his frozen spot.
The manager rarely visited when no security guard was present. And it was the weekend, so there was none. What did catch his eye was the person standing beside him.
Everything on him was purple.
Purple clothes. Purple hat. Purple shoes. And was his skin purple too?!
Honestly with all the magic transformations, Troy shouldn't be that surprised, but still. An all purple person? He could sense ChiChi and BonBon's unease from beside him. And if he moved his eyes, Troy bet he would BB looking nervous. Bet.
Purple dude finally looked away from the manager. "Ah, yes. I think I'll like my new job. Thank you for giving me my new job, sir."
Troy feel like screeching. His eyes were white. White. Like, no pupil or iris. Just plain mothertrucking white. The heck? Is this guy even alive?
The manager nodded one last time. "And I think you'll make a great new night time security guard."
Shoot.
Security Guard?
Frick.
Just looking at this sucker made him uneasy. Spending the night with him? Damn.
The older staff member kept talking, "- after all, you did this before."
When.
The.
Heck.
Did.
This.
Frickin.
Grape.
HAVE THIS JOB?!
Troy didn't remember seeing this dude for a second before today. Tonight. Whatever. Wait, hold up. Did the Originals have this dude? Why isn't he dead then? Even if he survived, why in the name of pizza would he come back?!
Purple guy nodded soberly, "Yes, it's such a shame that Fredbear's shut down."
Fredbears? Is Troy the only one confused?
What the heck was Fredbears?
He could sense ChiChi and BonBon's confusion again. So they didn't know either.
The two humans left, and Troy could hear them walking to the front door.
The heck just happened?
Wow, we actually get a little bit of plot in this! So, Purple Guy is here. Prepare yourself for the Originals freak it next chapter. Lots and lots of panic.
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