Golden opened his eyes to the two humans before him, his red glare seemed to creep out the one beside….he scanned his database.
Brandon Scale: A tan man with deep brown eyes, 5 foot 3 inches, age: 35 main technician at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.
He glared at him for a couple agonizingly long minutes before his expression softened and he smiled. Brandon pat the bear's head and helped him up. He gestured to the man beside him, the bear's gaze following reluctantly.
"Golden Freddy, this is Mr. Burns, my apprentice technician. He's going to be working here from now on." Brandon explained happily, patting the man's back before chuckling at the nervous expression he had gotten in return.
Golden Freddy watched the man, studying him with a hint of curiosity. The man….Mr. Burns, had jet black hair, pale skin, his left eye, an icy blue, his other was a blood red, which he could only assume was caused by a cheap, store-bought, eye contact.
He grabbed his hat, put it to his chest, then bowed before speaking.
"It's mighty nice to meet yah', Mr. Burns." He smiled at the man, showing off his flat teeth accompanied by four canines that were sharp enough to cut bone. The man shuddered before nodding and smiling back weakly.
Golden paused as he stood back up and placed his hat on his head. Something about this man was familiar, the way he smiled, the way he stared blankly at the being in front of him. Oh, if looks could kill.
The gold bear stood completely straight up before narrowing his eyes at the man, searching for any information he could collect about him. Nothing.
Brandon must of noticed the growing tension in the room, because he soon left after Golden and Mr. Burns had locked eyes and started a staring contest. Some voice in the gold bear's head told him to stay away from that man as much as possible.
Stretching out his stiff endoskeleton, he exited the room and made his way to the stage area to find Freddy sitting there, swinging his legs lazily, a tired look on his face as he stared at the floor. The restaurant was completely empty. He could see the stars through the giant window beside the double doors.
He checked his internal clock.
11:34 PM
What was the staff still doing here?
He noticed that Brandon was showing Mr. Burns around the place, Burns himself looked mildly interested in what he was saying, his eyes kept trailing towards the stage despite Brandon's attempts to keep him interested.
He followed the man's gaze and began to walk toward that direction, realizing Freddy was gone. He took the steps carefully, feeling them creak under his weight and made his way onto the platform. He swiveled his ears, detecting a faint snore to his left and turned his gaze to the floor. Freddy was fast asleep with Bonnie leaning on his shoulder, ears folded back and a look of peace on his face. He chuckled quietly to himself and squeezed in between them and put his draped his arms over each of their shoulders, allowing them to lean on his shoulders as he watched the men leave.
Something about Mr. Burns didn't feel right, but he ignored it for now. He was still tired after all. After several minutes of watching the staff clean up and turn off the lights, his eyelids betrayed him and closed all on there own, the gold bear's snores following soon after.
Fredbear grinned at the applause he and Springs had received after finishing their performance. They bowed and the bunny sat down on the nearest speaker and began to tweak his acoustic guitar as the costumers resumed to eating and chatting amongst themselves.
Fred had just finished serving cake and had just enough time to get an act in before he just needed to relax before he mentally exploded from stress.
He sat by the speaker, his head resting on the flat side of it as he allowed the microphone in his hand to slid uselessly onto the wooden platform of their small stage, he was exhausted after their fifth performance of the day, his fuel tank having the need to be filled.
With a heavy sigh, he sat up and turned to Springs who was continuing to block out everything. He tapped his shoulder, startling him before he relaxed and gave his brother a tiny smile.
"Sorry." Fredbear chuckled, "Ah' jus' wanted tah' ask if yah' wanted somethin' tah' eat?" he offered. Springs nodded before turning back to his guitar, strumming a few strings, then went back to adjusting the strings more.
Fred smiled then turned to head to the kitchen, greeting a few kids along the way.
He went through the back door and into the back hallway and went towards the kitchen. He was given two plates of pizza by the staff workers. He thanked them, and left to the main area.
He made his way back to the stage and back to the bunny who took the plate gladly, dropping the guitar next to him carefully before digging into his meal. Fredbear soon joined him in a feast, pausing as he heard a car screeching in the distance and the ear splitting sound of rubber skidding on asphalt.
All attention was turned towards one of the large windows of the dinner, just in time to see a deep purple colored car speeding off into the distance, a trail of tire marks leading down the street behind it.
The dinner was quiet, so quiet, you could hear a pen drop. One of the chefs accompanied by a technician, went outside to investigate what had happened. The first thing they heard afterward had everyone clearing out of the diner.
"Someone call 911!"
After about an hour, paramedics arrived along with the police and the place was shut down for the day, the place itself was cleared out within 15 minutes surprisingly, apparently the sight of a child with their throat slit and sitting in their own pool of blood was enough to get rid of people.
SpringBonnie sat in a corner quietly while Fredbear paced across the concrete floor and shouting, knowing nothing good would come from this.
"Why did everythin' go wrong suddenly?! Why is there a dead child at the door?! Why are we back 'ere doing nothin' tah' help?! Why are…." He trailed off as he noticed Springs was starting to cry. He walked over to his younger brother and sat down beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, hey….what's wrong?" He asked, turning Springs' head around to face him. He gasped for air for a moment before responding. "We….we're both going to be scrapped!" He sobbed, burying his head in Fred's shoulder. Fred gave a small "oomph" upon the bunny's contact, but slowly wrapped his arms around him.
"No, ah'm not going to let them scrap us, it'll be okay." He promised, his voice soothing, yet Springs just wouldn't calm down.
He wiggled out of his grasp and stood up, gripping his head with his hands as his eyes glanced around wildly, looking for some unseen danger. Fredbear stood up and placed both hands on his brother's shoulders and held his arms.
"Springs." He growled, snapping the hyperventilating rabbit's attention back to him. His eyes displayed so much fear and anxiety that the bear swore the poor thing was going to burst from this sudden explosion of stress.
Fredbear looked into the rabbit's, once again silvery-gray eyes, and hugged him again, running a paw through the loose fur on his head. "I promise you, it's going to be okay." He whispered, tears finally snaking their way down his cheeks at the rabbit's attempts at breathing. His breathing sounded more like a painful wheeze as he took in a harsh breath of air.
Fredbear felt him trembling in his arms as the memory of seeing the men bring the child's body indoors and set him on a table before scrambling off to find any way to stop the bleeding. The milk-white skin of the child and the blood stained blue shirt that was donned on his chest which never stopped flowing from his neck wound.
The bear helped ease the bunny to the floor, his arms still around him as the sat there, their eyes were the only light in the whole room. Fredbear's thoughts wandered back to the speeding, purple car, slowing down the image and searching for the driver inside.
The only thing he received from his tactic was two eyes, one red, one blue. The one probably responsible for the death of that child….wait.
One blue, one red eye. Blue and red eyes.
Fredbear let out a gasp of realization, Springs' ear twitched, but he stayed quiet. "That man is tah' killer." He sighed, looking down to the bunny only to see a darker, shadowed version of him in his arms. He tilted his head up to the bear, his eyes a shining white, his teeth the same. The gold bear released the creature and scooted away, the eyes following them.
"Yes, he's the killer, but he hasn't stopped, yet." He hissed, his eyes narrowing into slits as he stood up and walked over to the cornered mascot and knelt down in front of him.
"You seriously, have to be careful, watch him closely, but not too close." The creature ordered, a low hissing noise in the back of his voice. The dark rabbit stalked closer before settling himself right in front of the trembling bear.
"Wha-What are yah'?" Fredbear stuttered, a slightly higher pitched voice replacing his, sounding more like his remodeled version.
"Heh, I'm just a shadowed version of him, you know this is just a dream, don't try to make sense of it." Fredbear nodded and sat up straight, facing the Shadow SpringBonnie. "If this is a dream, where is mah' brother?" The bear asked, crossing his arms and giving the black rabbit a stern look. It rolled its bright eyes.
"I am your brother." He answered, sighing at the bear's reaction. Fred gasped and shook his head, obviously denying the message behind that piece of information. "They couldn't have scrapped you!" He growled, shaking his head in denial and baring his sharp teeth in an angry scowl.
"You're not him." He sniffed, turning his head away and staring at the floor. A black hand was placed on his shoulder and he turned his head back toward the two blank eyes of light, squinting at the brightness of them.
"Listen, I am him, Fredbear. It's me, SpringBonnie." He assured, placing his hand on his chest when he said, "SpringBonnie." The bear sighed and reached out to the shadow rabbit, his hand fazing right through him and he jerked it back.
"What happened tah' yah', are yah' still….alive?" He asked, the rabbit stiffened, then slowly nodded. "Maybe, but you're correct, they haven't scrapped me." He replied, blinking his eyes a few times before standing and turning away from his brother.
"Where exactly are you?" Fredbear asked, getting back onto his feet and walking over to the shadow. He shook his head. "I….don't know where I am…." He replied, rubbing his head and frowning. Fred raised an eyebrow. "What do yah' mean?" He asked, crossing his arms and glancing at the darkening room.
"Can yah' describe yer' surroundings at all, are yah' somewhere in tah' new location?" He pressed on, the rabbit just shook his head. "I don't know….it's just dark. Very dark." He shivered as some fake breeze blew past.
"An-d cold." He sighed, Fredbear shook his head and clapped his hands, gaining the bunny's attention. "Yer' alive, though. That's what matters." He laughed, tears spilling from his eyes. The rabbit smiled and nodded, glancing down at the floor.
"I suppose you're right, but you still need to watch that man." He growled and Fredbear nodded. "I've seen some of what might occur if you don't." The rabbit finished, tapping his foot awkwardly. Fredbear sighed and closed his eyes. "Ah' will, but..." He trailed off into silence.
"Jus' stay where yah' are." He sighed, gasping upon what greeted him when he opened his eyes once more. Five men, three workers plus two policemen, stood inside the backroom, staring at the bear as Springs was wheeled out on a dolly, seemingly shut off.
He shook his head as he felt his 'heart' race, and got to his feet, running to the men and reaching out to grab them, only to be electrocuted by one of the officers and collapse to the floor in a twitching heap, eyes wide from the amount of pain that burned every wire til he felt himself start to shut down.
Turning his head, he groaned as everything blurred and morphed with other things in the room, significant damage had been dealt to his systems and they were all slowing down and shutting off, including his ability to see clearly.
The only thing his gaze could keep fixated on was the sight of the two workers wheeling SpringBonnie, his brother, out of the room, and the door shutting behind them. Darkness soon enveloped the crying bear as everything he knew went quiet, and was stripped away, forever.
"Hey, hey, Golden. Wake up! Please. Wake. Up!"
