Hello hello everyone, I am not dead! I'm so sorry for completely abandoning this story for a while, I got sucked into a new fandom (*cough*Undertale*cough*) and kind of just forgot about this. But worry not! I'm trying to get a good balance between the three stories I've managed to start, and I'll try to update this one every Friday, although it may take some time to settle into a schedule. Another bit of news is that I'll try to make these chapters longer, and at least 500 words long each. Also, thanks for the reviews! (And don't worry, there will be more sadness).
Another little note, it gets quite shippy in this chapter. I know I said only a little bit of shipping, but my fangirl mind let me down.
The bright atmosphere of the pizzeria had turned a deathly grey. Maybe it was because of the horror that had happened, maybe Goldie's vision sensors were glitched. The next thing he knew was a burning pain on his back, then darkness.
Spring watched, terrified, as Goldie slumped over, his eyes flickering to black. An employee had a hand-crank stuck in his back and had turned Goldie into suit mode. Blood was still dripping from the animatronics jaw and Spring noticed with a wave of nausea that the rusty red had splattered onto the rabbit's gold-brown fur. The red liquid had also seeped into the rabbit's inner mechanisms, and Spring's body was suddenly wracked with spasms, and the employee jumped back, afraid that one of the flailing arms would strike him, and Freddy's Pizza would suffer another tragedy. However, Spring soon felt the splitting pain in his back, and he slipped into unconsciousness.
Pain. Pain everywhere. His limbs falling off, or were they still there? His mind was a blur. What was real, what was false? His mouth, it felt wet, it smelled of blood, or was that false as well? Maybe his jaws would forever be stained with the red mark of his crime. Spanners and wrenches, joints and springs. Spring. Where was he? Was he alright? Gold and yellow. Red and brown. Sparks flashed. He was moving. Was he? He defiantly was, but against his will. He couldn't control his body, he couldn't control his mind. He couldn't control anything. His memories, he could feel them slipping away. But he had to keep trying! If he was ever to see Spring again, he needed to keep trying. But even then he could feel yesterday slipping away, and the day before.
What happened…what happen…what ha…what…
Silence. That was all Spring could hear. Darkness. That was all Spring could see. He couldn't move, he was paralyzed. In suit mode. The employees must have thought that he was dangerous, that he would lash out like Goldie did. Goldie… Spring felt a stab of pain shoot through him, not physical pain, but pain lodged deep in his (metaphorical) robotic heart. Would he ever see him again? The bear with the shining golden fur with yellow undertones. He was Spring's whole world. Spring wasn't even sure why he felt such a strong attachment. He was a robot, right? He shouldn't be able to feel this sort of stuff. But, against all odds, he did. His eyes cast a faint glow across the room as he managed to tilt his head up. With a jolt of realisation, he saw where he was. The arcade game that no one wanted, the boxes filled with versions of toys that never sold.
He was in the safe room.