Sorry for the long wait! Oh my god, I am a terrible author, aren't i? Its just wih school, I've been busy and I'm in such a rush.

Sorry for any typos.

STORY TIME!

The Toys waited until they heard the front door close and the lock clicked. Flashing to their human form lightning quick, they babbled nervously among them.

"Did you hear-"

"-skin was purple-"

"Eyes! His eyes-"

"What just happened!"

Troy took a deep breath and quieted down his band mates. "What's first," he started, "is that we have a meeting. Originals included."

People sat down at the table and waited for the Toys to start talking and explaining. Troy realized that he was next to Freddy and shot him a smile. He saw Freddy smile a bit in response then turned his head to the others at the table. All in all, Troy thought, progress was made.

"We have a new nightguard."

Mari raised an eyebrow. "That's common. Not something I'd call a meeting for."

"It was what he looked like," Troy muttered. When he realized people were looking at him, he spoke louder: "He was purple-"

He never got any further as the Originals recoiled from the table, some even getting up from there chair. "Purple?" Foxy growled. ChiChi nodded.

"Why? Does that mean anything to you guys?"

Goldie shook his head. "I think we need to go. We'll meet back up later."

The Originals left, all of them looking a bit sick.

Goldie watched from the shadows as the Toys gathered near the stage. He sent his charges to bed, putting them in lockdown. All of them needed rest, he knew. Purple guy being the nightguard again was. . . an uncomfortable thought, to say the least.

He glitched and the lights flickered as he glitched to the group. They jumped and Goldie wryly reflected that his charges don't do that anymore. "Hello."

Troy gulped. "Hello, Goldie." This was the one that has a crush on my brother, was it not? Goldie thought.

"We haven't been. . . totally honest with all of you. The day we died. . ." The Toys' interest was evident, even Mari's.

Goldie took a deep breath. "The day we died, we were murdered. By a security guard. A purple one to be exact" -he ignired the gasps and raised his voice louder- "which is why, until the Purple Guy is killed, we'll stay in our quarters. I'm sorry. We all want to help you all, but. . . he's dangerous. So be careful." (if y'all are curious I have a story about it called How They Died on my profile about what happened that night.)

"So you're just gonna run? Hide? Don't you want to help? Don't you care about us?" ChiChi accused. Goldie's eyes flashed to white pupils and black backgrounds.

"I do," his voice was quiet and challenging. "But I care more about my charges than your puny lives any day. I will not have them freeze in a panic attack and possibly die, because you wanted help."

It was quiet as he glitched out.

This time the lights didn't turn back on.

Sorry, its a bit (VERY) short. Next chapter will have the Originals reaction in their quarters and how they take the lockdown.

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