Goldy, out of all of the spare animatronics, you chose her? Toy Chica? The Marionette asked.

"She's yellow," Goldy replied. "Toy Bonnie has no face. Toy Freddy can't even talk anymore. Mangle and BB are. . . Special. My golden glory can only be shown in this chick."

Seductive chick, commented the black puppet.

Goldy nodded, "Exactly. WAIT."

The Marionette snickered.

"JACK."

My name's not Jack, for Fred's sake! Anyway, you were asking for it. Don't walk in on my brooding next time just for me to bask in your sickening arrogance.

"Huh?"

You shouldn't be bragging.

Goldy in the Toy Chica suit growled, "Stop being a nerd and use real words, JACK!"

I'm older than your hosts. I'm older than you in ages alive. I'm older than you if we were still alive. Shouldn't I give orders?

"No," the ghost of Golden Freddy stomped. "MY NAME IS GOLDEN FREDDY, IT'S IN THE TITLE. GOLD IS ROYAL, SO I'M BETTER THAN FREDDY. I GIVE ORDERS."

The Marionette calmly replied, Your name is Willy, you are a child in several costumes at once. Dramatic much? Do the arithmetic, genius.

"MY NAME IS GOLDEN FREDDY," cried the yellow animatronic. The lights flickered, some of them blew sparks. "I'M A GHOST HERE FOR MY REVENGE." A few pens on the office desk rolled off. "I WON'T REST UNTIL MY KILLER IS DEAD." The Marionette's music box was playing its tune without being wound up.

Your killer has been in jail for years, Goldy. Technically you are the killer, explained the puppet.

The bird animatronic yanked The Marionette down so hard the cables snapped and slipped down into a heap. Then, he tossed it into the wall with sheer force.

The events were heard all the way across the pizza place.

The "older" animatronics slammed into each other as the cracking sounded from the office.

"J- The Marionette!" Chica corrected herself.

Foxy hopped into Jeremy's arms. Being about a couple hundred pounds, however, the night guard fell over.

"I'm sure he's fine!" Bonnie told her. He didn't sound like it.

Freddy yanked the pirate fox to his feet. The night watch was disregarded almost completely. He commented, "Goldy's always been vengeful. . ."

Bonnie asked, "Because you're siblings?"

"Yeah. . ." Freddy sighed.

"Maybe he'll get along better with you if you talk about it," Chica chirped.

Freddy answered immediately, "Have you seen the guy's tantrums?!"

Foxy, holding Jeremy uncomfortably by the shirt, pointed at the office hall. "T'was only Toy Chica, no worries!"

Toy Chica whipped around, her eyes glossed black and her beak missing. The wires The Marionette normally hung from were torn, and the puppet lay in a pile of plaster and paint from the wall. Toy Chica hissed.

"Now ya'll can worry," Foxy whispered.

Chica yelled at Goldy, "Why can't any of you get along?!"

Golden Freddy/Toy Chica answered happily, "Because we hate each other! "

"That's kinda how Goldy behaves, lass," interrupted Foxy. He lightly pushed Jeremy to the side so Goldy wouldn't kill him.

The music box on the floor clicked in the silence.

Freddy grabbed the yellow animatronic by the shoulders and pinned him to the table. He hissed, "Listen; the guy who killed you is gone. You can't hurt him, he can't hurt you. Happy?"

"NO, I WANT THEM DEAD BECAUSE OF ME. MY REVENGE. I WON'T REST UNTIL THEN," he punched Freddy in the face with a cupcake.

"You'll be worse than your murderer!"

Goldy shoved him into a wall. "WE DON'T SPEAK OF THE MAN IN PURPLE."

I-I know a man in purple. . . The Marionette stuttered. He began to rise before Goldy threw Toy Chica's cupcake across the room and knocked him out once again.

Chica popped up between the two bears (one of which had possessed a chicken robot) and pushed them apart. She looked the yellow animatronic in the eyes and asked, "Then why are you still hurting everybody?"

"I SAW EACH OF YOU DIE. I SAW THE MAN. I KNEW WHAT HAPPENED. THE WORLD IS BAD AND I'M TRYING TO PREVENT THIS FROM HAPPENING."

"Purple Guy is in jail!" Chica repeated. "We're safe!"

Goldy knocked her aside. He roared, "WHO SAYS SOMEONE ELSE CAN'T COME IN AND KILLER THE CHILDREN OFF?"

"The security is better! Times have changed! Maybe you are the bad guy here!" Chica accused.

Goldy froze, holding Freddy uncomfortably by the neck. Thankfully, animatronics don't need oxygen, so this was often just a small annoyance.

"Alright, girly, you win," Goldy drew back his hand and Freddy fell to the ground, unharmed.

The three other animatronics cheered.

Golden Freddy then pointed at Chica, "None of you are to mention this or the Purple Guy again."

"Deal!" Bonnie smiled with half a jaw. It looked like the stuff of a child's nightmares.

Foxy called, "'Righty then, Jeremy, it's safe now!"

No answer.

"JEREMY!" shouted the four animatronics. They ran out of the room. A confused Toy Chica left for the Show Stage. Somewhere, in the dark, was a little boy, following curiously.

No one paid much attention to the still puppet and the silence that last half-hour.

The four original animatronics were in the Parts and Service Room not long after their dash. Foxy had made it quite a while before the rest. Freddy and Chica were, surprisingly, tied. Bonnie came last, muttering about faces.

"Why's the lad disappear in the first place?" asked Foxy. "Fear? Stuffin'?"

Bonnie huffed, "We have been trying to kill the past couple days."

"Don't remind me. . ." Freddy complained. They were behaving a lot more like children after reading about the past.

"Sorry," Bonnie replied.

"Those who fail to learn history are doomed to repeat it," Chica interjected.

Everyone in the room screeched angrily. Chica cowered.

"In all seriousness, we need to find Jeremy," Freddy told them.

Foxy said, "Agreed!"

The bear opened the door.

The sight was horrifying.