Disclaimer: I own nothing but my Ocs everything else belongs to Scot Cawthon perhaps not the plot of the story though...

A/N: I've been thinking about writing a Fnaf story for a while now, I only just recently got the courage to do one. So comment/review on what you think! Also I know Bonnie and some other animatronics are in fact male, but this is a fanfiction just go along with it. Plus its not that I refuse to write Yaoi it just that I can't, trust me I think I might make people cry with how cringey that would turn out.

Follow these golden footsteps

"No please don't!" He screamed, scrambling up to get to her struggling form

"it s not her fault! It's not!" He struggles out of the worker arms, looking at her fearful face hopelessness eyes begging to be saved. "It's his! He did it! Not her!" The workers gathered up to gang up on him to stop him from struggling more.

"STOP!" He screamed, as more workers got near her neck ready to pull the plug. "She's innocent! Don't take her, don't ta-" His eyes once full of anger dimmed as a worker shut him down. Making the girl shriek in rage and fear, struggling more as they got near her neck to shut her down. She knew it was hopeless to continue to struggle. Looking at her fellow partner and friend. She could only think one thing, as they got closer to her neck.

I'm sorry.

Everything she was aware off fellow into darkness, her last vision of him was that he was settled into a crate, before even that went blank.

A couple of months later…

"So you're absolutely sure!?" A rather young man asked, excitedly looking at the slump down female humanoid, which had bunny ears.

"Why, of course. Though i'm not exactly sure why you would want her instead, of the actual mascot." The man said, scratching his head, looking at the young man utterly confused.

The young man shook his head, in denial. At the mention of the other, humanoid. "Spring Bonnie here is worth a lot not many people see it, due to the Spring Bonnie lock suit. But once my wife is done with her, and I finished building the restaurant. She'll be loved all over the place." The man said, before adding.

"Plus it doesn't hurt that that my daughter absolutely adores Spring."

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Year of 2029...

Freddy Fazbear, the horror attraction, had been closed permanently; after being burned down by one of their own employees. The franchise of the beloved friends, seemed to have ended and along with it the unknown dangers that lurked.

Soon a slow rising star had finally come out of the shadows of Freddy Fazbears, Betsy's Baseball diner. Where three humanoids entertained, rose up to the top ranks thanks to these beloved humanoid, especially one in particular, one who once starred as a human version of Spring Bonnie.

76 year old, Elliot Foster Rossetti and his son in law 56 year old Reece Booth owners of Betsy's baseball diner, had finally set their eyes on the old location of Freddy Fazbears and everything in it. 10 years later, after the tragic accident.

Soon to rebuild a new place with, nineteen year old, Lesley Rossetti Booth to manage the place.

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Somewhere in the old location…

A somewhat rusty looking skin peeled humanoid on the center of the stage, looked up from where he sat. looking around to see the animatronics worn down collecting dust and dirt some unable to move others unrepaired or worse.. Shut downed.

He turned to take a good look of his brother, Freddy. The bear and his gang and the generation after them may have been made into humanoids like his beloved friend or himself.. But they still had a special connection a bond that would never truly be broken no matter what form they took on.

The bear gave no indication of noticing him, nor willingness to move, or say anything, but look at the one wall; a wall that once gave them pride and joy.

Welcome to Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria!

Fazbear. He closed his eyes as he thought about his last name, Fazbear… a place where children could have fun feel safe in their second home. A place where parents could relax knowing their children were safe..

He gave a silent bitter laugh, safe? Happy? Oh please! He thought to himself, more like an absolute nightmare, where secrets are hidden, buried or worse resurfaced to die once again and again until nothing is left… nothing but bitterness and anger.

Those kids ruined us, they got what they wanted and now with them gone… we have nothing. He clenched his eyes shut, the man ruined the last memory of my best friend, the only thing i had left of her. If only I had gotten up sooner! Maybe I could have- he was cut off from his thinking.

"Stop that." he opened his eyes to look to his left side, where two bunny animatronics laid, the smaller blue bunny hugging his barely moving sibling. "It's not going to help, the past is the past. there was no way you could have stopped it even if you had been active."

"Bonnie." he said, with a regretful tone. Making her open her amethyst eyes, to look at him.

"It's alright, after all whenever there was a Bonnie, there was a Freddy. You were the first though, so to find out she was..." she trailed off thinking back, to the time when it was only Freddy and her.

"It gives me no excuse," he said, softly snapping her out of her memories. "She would of thrown a fit, with the way I acted."

Bonnie smiled weakly. "Tell me about it, I had thrown a fit, with how Freddy acted around his toy version." Fazbear chuckled, at the remembrance. "Tell us a story, the one where you and Spr... " she trailed off unable to finish saying the name of an older sister she never got to know.

He paused, before looking at the bunnies carefully. Before glancing around the room, where the other animatronics leaned in to hear. Before turning towards his younger three brothers, Freddy was still looking at the wall and Fred didn't seem to want to move from the poster where Goldie laid, out of all three Goldie seemed to move towards his direction to hear, while the other two didn't seemed to move. But he could tell they were interested.

He sighed, it was hard to be the older brother. The marionette could have played it better when it was controlled by one of the ghost children, but it seemed when they had all left the real personality came out, he was to young, too confused about what happened. Having no idea how to act around most of them, because unlike them he wasn't given the chance to see or feel the dreadful events that happened, unlike the rest of them the child that had once possessed him made sure to save him from the horrors.

I wish you were here spring. He thought, before thinking back to the day, Spring had gotten a book to read to the kids. "Very well, i'll tell you about the day, we were introduced to little red riding hood…"

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At Betsy's baseball diner….

"Dad are you sure?" she asked her father, with a very concerned voice. "I mean, not only had all locations that were associated with that franchise, gone out of business. But they're bad luck! Who wants to go and eat in a place, where there are still rumors to this day! Where kids are killed?!"

Her father sighed, before letting her continue rant that both her grandfather and he made a mistake on buying the location, and sooner or later they would be forced to close down all the hard work they worked for, and probably lose the diner.

"...I mean, I get that you and grandpa, want to complete moms wish; in building a new location for Betsy's. But to buy a location of one of our sworn enemy? Ten years after they burned down.. Dad you know how the press works, right? Especially, with grandpa's ridiculous idea of naming the new location to something similar to Freddy!"

She stopped ranting to give him a look, a look that would usually make sane people cringe, but whoever said Reece Booth and Elliot Foster Rossetti were sane people?

Reece rolled his eyes once again, before ruffling his daughters hair. "And you know your Grandfather and I don't do anything without planning first. Your mother was the one who did things recklessly, remember?" He said, smiling like an idiot. Making his nineteen year old daughter scowl at him.

"Fine!." she said,stomping her foot, before pouting like the child she still was. "Don't come crying to me, when you redo the math and spend more than you're willing to spend! And we BOTH know Grandpa will get on your case for being a cheapskate."

Her father stiffened at the mention of spending over budget. "Sweetie what do you mean?" he asked, sickeningly sweet and desperately wishing he misheard.

"Dad," she began talking to him like a child. "The place isn't going to be a family diner." she looked at him in the eyes, before glancing towards one of her favorite humanoids. "The location was originally a kids place, though because the people are going to be weary of the location Grandpa is turning it into both a teenage hangout place and kids entertainment , along with it being rentable to use for parties."

Her father gave a weary chuckle, relieved that was what she was talking about. "Lesley, you know you shouldn't give me a scare like that."

Lesley, gave him an indifferent look, "Grandpa has also told me he's thinking of ordering new humanoids, Since Spring can't possible take on the whole pizza by herself." her dad promptly fainted at that, knowing that ordering new humanoids cost millions.

"What this about ordering new humanoids?" Betsy, who was ironically the youngest humanoid, but also the lead mascot, demanded. causing the other two to look up towards them.

Lesley sighed, as much as she loved Betsy for being her mom's first creation. Betsy certainly gave her more headaches, than her beloved Spring and Betty. Though Spring wasn't even made by them, they really should consider themselves lucky that Mr. Afton and Mr. Henry...Philips? Well, whatever his name was, were willing to hand over at least one of their only two humanoids.

"Grandpa, had decided to finally establish a franchise something similar to Freddy's, though instead of it being... A Betsy's franchise it's… uhmm…. More like another Spring franchise." Spring perked up at the comment, before hesitantly looking at a frozen Betsy.

Spring winced at Betsy's silent anger. Before looking towards Betty who stopped moving in her wheelchair, looking at Betsy with an unreadable expression.

"Ah kay-yun't believe it after all this time! Finally, thuh ole man decided ta expand thuh business, Eve-yn ifin' 'e ain't makin' betsy a franchise like freddy's." Betty finally said, smirking. Looking at Betsy who was furious with glee. Spring bite her lip to stop her from laughing, it was no surprise that even with Betty looking like a twenty nine year old, and looking like an actual human. She still acted so much younger, than she really was. Just to get Betsy irritated, though she can't blame her for wanting Betsy to be upset; after all one of the workers messed up on the grand opening, and instead of the diner being called Betty's Baseball diner, it was called Betsy's Baseball diner. Then Lisa the sweet and naive girl she was created Betsy as her first project in following her mothers footsteps.

They really should have just told Lisa to build a bat, that had a male voice instead and personalty.

After a moment of silence fell upon the room.

Lesley, raised an eyebrow at Betty. It wasn't often that she talked, or made comments at; not after both her grandmother and mom forced Betty off the stage to work the prize corner. Though she hadn't exactly stopped talking then, at least not until AFTER the accident. Betty, had accepted the fact that she was a lot older than Spring, by the fact she was activated when Jane was twelve, only being upgraded to look more human, two months before the opening. Betty, had also accepted that her legs don't function like the used, which is why she got stuck on the wheel chair; but if there's one thing she wouldn't accept was, Betsy being on stage. Which Lesley noted was that Spring seemed to agree silently.

"An I still can't believe that Jane made you get that ridicules accent." Betsy snapped at her, angry that the franchise wasn't going to be connected to them.

Betty looked at Betsy with indifference, before moving her wheelchair towards the direction of the kitchen.

Spring winced as Betsy stormed out and headed towards the stair to the game room, sighing. she looked towards Lesley who was looking at Betsy's direction, with a frown.

"You know, you should be more careful with what you say around Betsy." Spring said, walking towards the stag, making sure everything worked.

"Oh please, Betsy started to become a nightmare ever since, she not only found out the restaurant was mistakenly named after her, but ever since both Betty and you let her have the stage!" Lesley exclaimed, irritated with Betsy's attitude.

"Betty is old, she may be the original mascot and look young. But her circuits can malfunction easier and her wires can't be replaced as easily, and I… it doesn't feel right to be on stage without her or…" Spring trailed off, frowning at the thought of her old friend.

Lesley sighed, at the look of her beloved nanny and honorary big sister. Before briefly wondering, if she over heard, that they had bought one of the old locations, of his franchise. Before discarding the idea entirely, knowing that Spring was probably to busy working on getting the tables sparkly, like the neat freak she was.

"I know it doesn't feel right, but you gotta try. As much as people love having you serve them or watching over the kids in the game room. You miss performing up on stage and I can tell Betsy's getting to you with her…" cough. "performance."

Spring grimaced at the thoughts of Betsy's performance, before her thoughts slowly drifted towards her original diner and friend. Lesley noticed that Spring's mind was slowly wondering to other places. Biting her lip and feeling guilty for not telling her where the place was going to be set up, she slowly and carefully thought over what she was going to say, before saying.

"You know since tomorrow i'm going to the location grandpa bought, how about you come and help? Give us Idea on what you want to save and where you want stuff to be added or removed. Have a look around, maybe you'll get used to the idea of having your own franchise." and maybe then you'll get closure. Lesley thought to herself, before adding.

"Plus, it's time to stop following silver or the shadows of bronze footsteps. And start making a path of golden footsteps." Spring lips twitched upwards. Knowing that bronze was Freddy's and Sliver was Candy's burgers.

"You're really going with that?" She questioned, making Lesley nod.

"You dork."

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