Okay, I am back! sorry go the long wait, I have more abiu my updating on my profile, if you guys want to check it out. But, I also have a few chapters semi planned out. I'm thinking maybe 4 or 5 more?

also! I left a reference in this chapter about my other fnaf story "How They Died" so see if ya so it!

okay,

STORYTIME!

Freddy looked up from the couch as Goldie glitched in. Chica was on his lap and he pressed her head to his chest as he asked, "How did they take it?"

Goldie shrugged jerking and sat on the couch by Freddy's feet. "Not as well as you'd think. Darn it!" He abruptly stood up. "I just want to keep my family safe! I don't want to put you in the same room as him, I don't-I just want to keep you all safe."

"Goldie, calm down," Freddy soothed. "They just. . . don't understand."

"Yeah," he answered shortly. Goldie took a deep breath to calm himself down and glanced at Freddy and Chica. "I'll put Chica in her room. Go to sleep, Freddy," he added gently.

"No." Freddy shook his head. "I'll take her. You wanted to check on the Toys, didn't you?"

Goldie huffed a reluctant laugh. "Sorry. You're right, I should give them a proper warning. But I don't want to come back to any of you in the sofa."

Freddy nodded and Goldie glitched back upstairs, entering the stage would be a little over an hour before the night watch started. Goldie hoped it was enough time to warn them.

He found them on the stage, fiddling with their instruments. "Hey," he said. They looked up and stopped fidgeting.

"Goldie, we're sorry," Troy tried to say, but Goldie shook his head.

"I'm sorry," he insisted. "I should've been more gentle. It's just that it's him, ya know? Person who killed me and my siblings and their friends. Bit overwhelming, huh?"

The Toys shrugged guiltily. "Goldie, we shouldn't have pushed you," ChiChi admitted. "That wasn't cool of us. But he kinda creeped us out and then we hear that you aren't going to be with us and. . ." She gave a helpless shrug. "That's not an excuse, is it?"

"Well, that was kinda what I wanted to talk to you about," Goldie said, rubbing his neck. "I need to talk to all of you about tonight."

BonBon tilted his head. "Goldie, you do realise we can't just disappear, right? That'll lead to questions if someone comes back in the morning and we aren't there."

Goldie laughed bitterly. "Believe me, kid. If I could, I'd had all of you across the world from him. But this is the best we can do for now. Now listen very carefully." He waited until all of them were learning towards him before continuing: "Now, tonight. The guy, Purple Man, Vincent, the hell you want to call him, he's gonna be unpredictable.

"Maybe he'll stay in the office, play the game. Or maybe he'll come out and hunt you down, reverse the game. Maybe he'll just wander. But no matter what, be careful. This guy is not afraid to disassemble an animatronic."

ChiChi shivered and pressed closer to Troy. Troy spoke up: "What if he tries to. . . tries to disassemble us? What do we do then?" He grabbed BonBon and ChiChi's hands.

"Then you flash to human form. And you run like hell. Run to safety, but do not lead him, under any circumstance, to the living rooms. If he catches you, flash immediately to animatronic form. Wires and metal are easier to fix then bone and flesh. And six hours, guys," Goldie finished quietly. "Six hours. Spread the word to the others."

"Six hours," BonBon repeated numbly.

"Hey, Goldie," Freddy slurred sleepily from his position. Indeed, the golden bear didn't come down to any of them on the couch but instead all of them on his bed, all sprawled out. "We kinda crashed here. Sorry."

Goldie sighed and smiled. "It's alright. Move over, though." He crawled in, carefully placing himself near Freddy and Chica.

The kids burrowed further together, pulling the blankets up to their chins.

Goldie ran a hand through Chica's hair. The Toys will have a challenge tonight, he thought grimly.

But he was okay.

His family was okay.

So why did he still feel terrified?

A few minutes before midnight, the Toys were all at their stations, robotic and still. Troy had a bad feeling about all of it. It only intensified when the night guard walked into the room. "Oooh," he cooed. "They got new little toys!" He stepped up to the stage, right in front of Troy. The leader didn't move, not even when the Purple Guy traced a finger over the metal. "And look how adorable they are! I wonder if they still have the little ones-well, the old ones now, I should say."

The Purple Guy looked around the room once more before climbing onto the stage, being toe to toe with Troy. "Oh, can you do that little thing, too?" he said, placing his hands on Troy's artificial cheeks. Troy had to gay he all his will to not recoil at the distinctly wrong sensation. "Ah! Guess we'll find out tonight!" He let go and jumped off the stage. Jogging to the office, he waved a hand over his shoulder. "Bye! See you in five!"

The Purple Guy got into the office.

The clock struck twelve.

And Troy was scared for his family's safety.

And he was back again. Troy felt his eyes on him as he stood on the stage.

He tried to focus on the children and not the brown-eyed boy who was looking at him from the "employee's only" door, far from anyone's sight. He pretended not to notice until Freddy disappeared, closing the door behind him.

And really, that was enough to spark anybody's curiosity. And it was really his duty to see that Freddy wasn't messing with stuff. Just in case it messed with later shows. Yeah.

So he waited until the show ended, leaving ChiChi and BonBon to the children. He pushed open the door and Freddy's glowing eyes greeted him.

"Hey," Troy greeted with a high voice. He winced, then cleared his throat. "What're you doing here?"

Freddy shrugged and rubbed his chest, right over his heart. "How was-how was the performance?"

Troy shrugged and walked towards him while Feddy kept his head staring at the ground. "Well," Troy said after he took a seat beside him, "same old, same old. We sing, we entertain. How was your day?"

"Good," Freddy mumbled, still looking down.

"Yeah?" Troy teased, leaning forward a bit.

"Yeah," Freddy said more clearly as he looked up to face him. Only they were much more closer than he anticipated and-

Oh.

There was a brush of the lips, barely there but it was most definitely there. Both of their eyes widened and Freddy flung himself back. "Um," he stuttered, "I should probably go. Uh, bye, Troy! See-see you tomorrow!"

The Original scrambled up as he nervously avoided the other animatronic's eyes. He really hoped the blush wasn't too obvious in the dark. He left, head ducked and gave feeling too red for his liking.

Troy stared after him, an expression of shock still on his face. His fingers hesitantly reached up to touch his lips as Freddy left and he smiled-broad and wide, nearly splitting his face in half.

Maybe the day wasn't that bad.