{ Freddy's POV }

Pain. That's was the first thing Freddy registered when he felt his consciousness return. His head throbbed forcefully and he grunted in pain, keeping his eyes shut tight, afraid opening them would cause the pain to worsen.

"He's awake! He's awake!"

A voice reached his ears, although it sounded like it came through a tunnel full of water. He recognized the voice, a voice he had been around all his life, Foxy, his best friend.

Freddy's eyes flew open. Instantly he regretted it. Harsh lights overhead bored into his exposed pupils. He grunted again and shut his eyes again, rolling on his side. His entire head felt like a block of lead and it throbbed relentlessly.

"Freddy?"

He simply shook his head. No; he would not open his eyes again. Not with those lights. It didn't even occur to him where he was, he didn't have time to look around in that second his eyes were open.

"Freddy."

Foxy's voice found it's way to his eardrum. Sounds began to become more crisp and clear. He heard a machine beeping, people murmuring, phones ringing and footsteps in the distance. He opened his eyes once again, but slowly this time. He squinted, bringing one hand up to shade his eyes. Two figures swam into view; a purple-haired girl and a ginger boy with a hook on his hand, worry etched on both of their faces.

Freddy sat up with yet another grunt rubbing his head, which was throbbing without mercy. Suddenly everything that happened before he passed out came rushing back in a matter of seconds.

The animatronics. Gold's state of insanity. Watching them take Chica away. Blacking out.

Chica was gone. Kidnapped by Gold. And they had no idea where they went.

Freddy immediately sobbed. It was dry and raspy, like he hadn't been drinking enough water. He felt hot tears pour down his cheeks as if they had minds of their own. As he cried his body racked with sobs, his head pounding, his two friends in front of him blurring, but he could tell they were crying too. Hysteria began to overtake him. A panic attack started. The beeping he had heard earlier began to speed up. His breathing hitched and he took in air in shallow, gasping breaths. He held the sides of his head in his hands. It felt like the world was compressing in on him, on his chest, making breathing extremely difficult. He started hiccuping from the sobbing, and in between hics he moaned softly.

Finally the feeling if hysteria ebbed away and Freddy sniffed, trying to stop the tears. Crying would get him nowhere. He wiped his cheeks, embarrassed. Once his body finally settled down, he took a deep breath and looked at his friends.

Neither of them said a word. Bonnie was still crying, but silently. Her guitar was sitting in one of the green waiting chairs. Foxy had taken off his pirate gear and set it by Bonnie's guitar. He wasn't crying, but his eyes were slightly red and his cheeks glistened in the harsh light.

Harsh light? Waiting chairs? Beeping? Where exactly where they?

Freddy looked around, taking in every inch of his unfamiliar surroundings. A few large lights shine down from the while ceiling. The room was small, but not tiny. A few chairs lined the wall opposite to Freddy. He was laying atop a bed with a beeping heart rate monitor next to him. He was in a hospital gown, his face and head covered in bandages. His two friends had similar bandages.

"Where are we?" He asked, breaking the tense, depressing silence. His voice sounded odd, like it wasn't even his. It was raspy, parched, and the pitch was too high. Like he had been out of it for a while.

"Sunrise. Sunrise Hospital." Foxy answered. Freddy noticed his pirate accent was gone, like he had dropped the cosplay in the severity of the situation.

Freddy tenderly felt the bandages around his head. The throbbing had subsided slightly, but it was definitely still there. He groaned softly in pain.

A pair of voices came down the hallway. They were both in hushed whispers, and even as they came closer Freddy still couldn't make out what they were saying. The door to the small hospital room opened, revealing a man and a woman.

The man was dressed in a blue and black police uniform. He had a belt complete with a walkie-talkie, a gun, and handcuffs, which jangled noisily as he walked. He had thinning brown hair with sunglasses perched on top of his head. He had a tag on his shirt that read Officer Long.

The woman was dressed in a long white doctor's coat, holding a clipboard in her hand, a pen perched behind her ear. She had curly black hair that spilled over her shoulders and a worried look on her face.

"Ah, you're awake." The doctor said. She held out her hand, which he took and shook weakly. "I'm Doctor Sanders. This is Officer Long."

Freddy gave them a small smile, which Sanders returned, but Long stood still with an expressionless countenance. Sanders let out a long sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose, showing how stressed she was.

"We got information on the scene from Bonnie - the color of the car, what exactly happened, all except which direction it headed. She blacked out before she could tell. Do you remember which direction the car went in?" Long asked, talking with a stern briskness in his voice. His face never changed, and he stood very stiff as he spoke.

Freddy nodded, in a daze. "I think he went south." He said dryly. All of his sadness had morphed into bitter anger against Gold. Long mumbled the word "south" into his walkie-talkie and clicked it back into his belt.

"Our guess is he went to Florida." Long explained. "We have been tracking him down for nearly a week, but it was hard to find leads without any information on which direction he went in."

The words hit Freddy like a punch to the gut. Nearly a week? Had he been unconscious the whole time? What else had he missed? Gold could cover a lot of ground in nearly a week. The thought only made Freddy more angry.

Foxy seemed to notice the shock that blossomed on Freddy's face. "You've been asleep for five days, mate." He explained solemnly.

Freddy spluttered. "What?" He turned to Sanders. "Why was I out so long?"

Sanders sighed again. "You suffered a major concussion. Whatever hit your head hit it hard. Bonnie's wasn't nearly as bad, nor was Foxy's." She told him with a soft tenderness in her voice.

Whatever hit my head? Freddy thought. Did Bonnie and Foxy not tell them about the animatronics? Then it dawned on him that if they told them that robotic animals that had been shut down for years suddenly came to life and knocked them out they would probably be thrown in the loony house with no questions asked.

Before Freddy could say anything else, the door opened again. A short man with glasses perched on his nose poked his head in. "Doctor Sanders?" He said, slightly nervous. "The results are in. You should come see this."

Sanders stood quickly, turning to Freddy and his friends. "You must come see this." She said simply, then walked out of the door. Bonnie and Foxy followed. Freddy slid off of the bed and followed after them, slightly off-balance. Officer Long tailed after, closing the door behind him.

Freddy caught up with Sanders and his two friends. "What exactly are we going to look at."

Sanders kept her eyes forward, never slowing her brisk pace. "We found some of Gold's hairs on your jacket. We ran some DNA tests. A few scientists had a theory, but we don't know if it's true or not. I guess we'll find out now."

Her answer was vague, leaving Freddy with even more questions. He opened his mouth to say something more, then decided against it and shut his mouth again, following the black-haired doctor down the crowded hall.

They went into a lab room with many other doctors and nurses standing around a screen, all talking quietly as they stared at the moving pictures. Freddy didn't understand what they were. It was two screens side by side, each showing what Freddy knew to be DNA strands, the things that look like twisted ladders. Both were flashing a soft green.

The trio stared at Sanders, waiting for an explanation. Sanders pointed to the screen on the right. "That's a strand of Freddy's DNA." She told them, then pointed to the left screen. "And that's a strand of Gold's."

She put her hand down and looked between the three, obviously expecting a reaction. When all of them simply stared at her with confused looks, she sighed and said five words. Five words that caused Freddy's jaw to hit the floor.

"Freddy and Gold are brothers."