Chapter 13: Golden Freddy and the Vanishing Music Box

Disclaimer: I don't own Five Nights at Freddy's. In this chapter the Toys do their first show, the music box does a vanishing act and, most importantly, Fredbear is resurrected. Don't forget to review, (I want to hear what you think!) and enjoy!

"Hello everyone and welcome to the Freddy Fazbear Show!"

I leant against the inside of my present. I was watching the stage; this was their first show in front of the children. I knew they were nervous.

Chica happily started playing the drums and Bonnie, smiling, struck his guitar. Then again, they seemed to be loving it!

Business was booming; there was a massive line in front of my present, everyone who already had a plushie was happily watching the show, even the teenagers were watching intently. Mangle was happily serving an excited child in kids cove (who promptly took apart her tail) and BB was handing another happy child a balloon. Suddenly, a golden bear wearing purple appeared, and talked to a kid with brown hair, who also looked like a teenager.

This was the last straw. I realised at the back of my mind that every child now had a plushie, so there was no line; I slowly got out of my present and followed them backstage, but carefully, as I could now be seen by humans.

As they passed the moving wall, I wondered how stupid this kid must be. After all, he had heard about the murders, right? After they got to the small room I heard a slash, then silence. The purple guy left, and I hid in the shadows of the corridor, debating whether or not to jump him. Deciding against it, I let him pass, and entered the room.

I walked over and took a closer look at the body. As I turned him over, my body froze. I started shaking with horror, and pulled the knife out of his chest. My heart seemed to have stopped as I finally took in who was lying at my feet. Silent tears flowed out of my mask, a substance I didn't know my eyes were able to produce until now. I hugged the body, sobbing loudly now.

It was Michael, my long lost killer.

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I paced the room.

"Are you sure he's dead?" I ask sadly. The clock had just struck 8pm, and I had dragged my brother to the show stage while trying to hold in silent tears. The toy animatronics were checking him over.

"We're sure," Toy Chica said sadly. "I was training to be a medical student in my past life; he doesn't have a pulse." I sigh, devastated.

"Oh Michael..." I mutter sadly.

"You know him?" I jump massively and turn around to see Mangle staring at me strangely.

"Yes.." I mutter. All of the animatronics were listening now; the original ones had just arrived to come and check on us. "He was Josh's brother." I say sadly, emphasising my human name.

"The one who killed him?" Foxy asks angrily. When I nod sadly, he says "Well I'm not making another animatronic just for someone who killed my friend!"

Everyone else agrees with angry nods. I sigh.

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A few hours later, we were playing hide and seek, but my brother kept on invading my thoughts and I couldn't concentrate. After a while, I had had enough. Ignoring the protests, I called a time-out.

"I'm going to resurrect my brother." I say determinedly. Everyone sighed and muttered to each other.

"But he killed you!" Bonnie exclaims angrily.

"I don't care, I don't want to see a member of my family in pain forever."

Everyone rolled their eyes and muttered again, but there were no protests.

"I'm going to put him in the old Fredbear suit."

Everyone gasps. They were too shocked to whisper this time.

"But that was the one used to kill all of us, even you!" Freddy says pointedly.

"That'll be his punishment then," I say determidly. "He'll have to live with that."

No one protests, so I proceed to the stage. I don't spend too much time looking at my late brother's body in case I start crying again, so I close my eyes and lift my hands up. I keep my eyes shut, as I don't want to see his body disappear. A moment later, my brother was screaming inside my head. How ironic; some times in my human life I would have given anything for him to be in such pain as this. But times change; now I have seen him dead, I can't unsee the Purple Guy repeatedly stabbing him fiercely.

Staggering, I turned. There was Fredbear, lying on the ground where the animatronics had put him. Eager to get Michael out of my head, I lifted my hands up. Fredbear followed, and my brother promptly went quiet. Fredbear's eyes glowed green, then he slumped to the ground.

Gesturing for the animatronics to back off, I went to sit down next to him.

"Michael?" I whisper. His head shot up so fast it was alarming. He took in my appearance, a weird look on his face.

"Who are you?" He asks gruffly.

"I don't think that's the question you want to ask right now." I whisper. He looked at his hands, then at his body. Slowly, his mouth opens into a scream.

"NO!" He yells. "This can't be happening!"

I back off sadly, leaving him to gather his thoughts. I get into my present and give the whole situation a think over. First, my brother dead. Second, my brother screaming in pain. Lastly, the animatronic that killed me acting like my brother. Could my cursed life get any weirder? A minute later, he stops yelling. I wonder what he is doing when BB opens my lid.

"Fredbear wants you," he says. I look out. Michael is looking over at us. I sigh, say

"Thanks BB," and walk over.

"Yes?" I ask sadly.

"What happened to me?" He asks.

"A guy in a purple uniform dressed up as Fredbear and led you backstage. He killed you, then left. That's what happened to everyone else." I gestured to the other animatronics, watching us intently from a distance.

"Who am I now?"

"I transferred your soul into the old Fredbear costume because there were no other animatronic suits to spare." I say. He is silent for a moment, then says

"What happened to you?"

I sighed. Well, I thought, this has to happen sometime.

"Michael," I begin. "I was once a small boy who was bullied a lot about being scared of everything. But one day, it got out of hand and I was killed by the animatronic you have possessed. But," I gesture for him to not speak, as I had seen a glimpse of recognition in his eyes. "I do not blame the person who did it. I should have fought back before the incident, and the person now knows that what he did was wrong."

"Josh?" he finally whispers.

I lower my head in a nod, not wanting to look at his face, but then he freezes and rips off his purple hat and clothes.

"What are you doing?" I ask, looking up quickly.

"I don't want to be associated with the animatronic that killed my brother," he mumbled. "I'll wear black instead."

"Why?" I ask.

"Because it matches my soul," he murmers. I smile sadly. "From now on, just consider me a golden version of Freddy." I nod once.

"Ok, Golden Freddy." I turn away, but before I move, he says

"Wait." I turn around. "I'm sorry." Is all he says. I open my mouth, but at the same second he grabs onto me and hugs me tightly. Before I can believe it, the Josh side of me is hugging back fiercely. It seemed like a lot of childhood regrets was put into this hug, and I was grateful for it.

When we break apart, we look at each other sadly for a couple of seconds, then move away.

"I'll give you a tour," I say. He nods sadly. "Freddy!" I call. He immediately looks over. "Golden Freddy wants a tour." So, he leads us off and introduced Michael to all of the other animatronics. Next, we go around the building with them.

"...We love to wander around at night and play games!" Toy Bonnie was saying enthusiastically. "Especially hide and see..." But before he could finish, we hit a locked door.

"What's this?" Michael asked curiously.

"It used to be a storage room," I said, confused.

"Wait!" Chica said. "This is probably where the new security guard's office is going to be!" Michael looked at her in alarm.

"Security guard?!"

"Yes," Toy Freddy pipes up. "We think he is the purple guy in disguise."

Immediately, Michael's face darkened.

"Don't worry," Foxy says. "We are thinking of an extra painful death for him."

We stare are the door for a couple of seconds, until:

"Uh oh!" Toy Chica suddenly says. "No, no, no, no!"

"What?" Mangle asks.

"Mario lent me his music box. I wanted a bit of privacy so I looked at it in there!" If she was human, she would have been in tears. "The only thing is, I left it in there!" Everyone slowly turned to look at me. I gulped.