Trigger Warning: There is some suicidal stuff in this chapter, so if you easily get offended or distressed by those things, please don't read.

WARNING: FEELS

"Well, brother. Shall we play a game?"

So Gold had known all along that they were brothers. That explained the look of anger and hurt when Freddy mentioned his parents. But that didn't explain why Gold was so angry at him. Why Gold tried to kill him and kidnap his childhood crush and friend.

"Why are you doing this?" Freddy asked.

Gold lifted his eyebrows. "Oh, you want to play 20 questions? Okay. I was thinking more like chess, but you're the guest. Is it an animal?"

Freddy clenched his teeth. "Gold, I'm serious."

Gold chuckled. "No, your name isn't Serious. It's Freddy," he told him.

Freddy massaged his temples, trying to force his temper down. "Gold. Answer my questions," He asked calmly.

Gold sighed, blowing a strand of hair from his face. "Alright. You can ask the questions," He said.

"Thank you," he said, clenching his teeth. "Why are you doing this?" Freddy asked.

"Because I love Chica," Gold answered simply.

"Why have you been acting so crazy?"

"I grew up in a dark pizzeria with no friends and only myself to talk to. What did you think would happen?"

"I thought you were adopted after Mom... You know."

Hurt flashed across Gold's face and Freddy regretted what he said immediately. He turned away and was silent for a moment, messing with the hem of his vest. "No. I ran away from the boy's home. But why do you care? Mom never loved me anyway. You were too young to know what was going on."

"Mom did love you."

Gold wheeled around to face Freddy, tears brimming in his eyes. "Shut up! Shut the hell up! You don't know what it was like! Mom abandoned me. She left me, put me up for adoption because of my mental health. You really think she loves me?!" His voice was rising. Chica stirred in the corner. She was watching the boys with wide eyes.

"Gold-"

"No! Don't tell me mom loves me! If she did she would have accepted me for who I was. But no, as soon as I was diagnosed, she sent me off. I may have only been one, but I knew perfectly what was going on, and I remember it clear as day. You'll never have to suffer the pain and loneliness I went through because you're Mom's favorite!" He was screaming hysterically. His hand was clutching the hilt of his knife, which was sticking out of his pocket. Freddy just hoped he didn't pull it out.

"Mom said she's sorry!" Freddy yelled, trying to calm his brother.

"Her apology is not accepted! You can't just abandon your child and expect a simple sorry to fix it! I hate her! I hate her! She abandoned me without looking back! I spent years in that home! Nobody ever adopted me! You'll never understand the depression I was in! Nobody in the home liked me. Everyone figured out about my mental condition and they all acted like I was going to murder them all. They teased me and called me names-" he was hiccuping now, tears flowing down his pale cheeks. He was choking back sobs as he continued. "I was miserable, depressed, suicidal. I wanted to die! I tried to kill myself three times! When I turned thirteen I couldn't take it anymore. I ran away. I still wish I was dead. I wish Mom and Dad had just killed me instead of putting me through this living hell of a life!" His screech rang through the room and he collapsed to the floor, sobbing into his palms. His body jerked with the force of his crying. Chica was absolutely silent.

Freddy felt like an ass. He never knew what happened to his brother. He had no idea that he wanted to kill himself. He sat down on his knees next to his brother, patting his back.

"Gabriel..." Freddy whispered.

At the mention of his real name, Gold looked up and hissed like Freddy had just insulted him. Gold stood up and Freddy did as well. "Never say my old name! Never! I don't go by that anymore! That name reminds me of my past!" Gold yelled, his voice hoarse. He yanked the knife out of his pocket and backed Freddy against the wall, causing his back to throb painfully, and pressed the cold blade to his throat.

"G-Gabe," Freddy choked.

"Shut up!" Gold screeched, pressing the knife harder against Freddy's throat. "Never call me that again! I'll kill you! I don't care if you're my brother or not!" As he pressed the knife against his neck harder Freddy felt it slice into his skin. He bit his lip to keep from crying out as the blood dribbled down his neck.

Chica was struggling against her restraints. Mike and Foxy were still passed out. Freddy had no idea where Marionette, BB, and Mangle were.

Black danced on the edges of Freddy's vision and he fought to stay conscious. Suddenly the pressure on his windpipe vanished and the knife clattered to his feet. Gold stumbled, holding his head and moaning. He turned and tried to run but hit his side on one of the old couches, falling onto the floor with a grunt.

Freddy reluctantly walked over to his brother, but didn't get too close. Gold stood up, pacing back and forth, pressing his hands to the sides of his head.

"Freddy I don't know what I'm doing," he moaned. "I-I don't know why I kidnapped Chica or tried to kill you multiple times. It's like my disorder is causing me to go insane," he then stopped himself, paused his pacing, and continued. He spoke again. "No. I can't blame my disorder. I did this." He faced Freddy. "I... I just had all this anger because of what mom did and I let it out on you guys. I-I wanted to make someone else feel my pain."

Freddy said nothing, standing still and listening intently. This was a side to Gold he had never seen. Fragile, broken, suicidal. He took another step towards his brother, still silent.

"Freddy I... I..." He sobbed again, squeezing his eyes shut. "I don't know what to do. I've kidnapped Chica, mauled some girl at school, injured Bonnie really bad, tried to starve my own brother to death..." He was trembling now, staring at the floor. "My life is a load of crap. There's no reason for me to go on. You might as well pick up that knife and stab me."

"I'm not going to do that," Freddy said softly. Gold looked up at him. His eyes were red and his cheeks were wet.

"Why not?"

"Because you're my brother. You're sorry for what you did. You deserve a second chance. You can lead a new life, stay with us," Freddy explained, trying to keep the doubt out of his voice. Could all that really happen? Would the police just let this all blow over? The chance is slimmer than a hair.

Gold shook his head. "There's no way, Fred. Even if I walk out of here with you guys, I'll be arrested..." He trailed off and walked across the room to Chica. He untied her feet and arms.

"Chica, I'm really-"

SLAP.

Chica stood up and put her hands on her hips as Gold rubbed his cheek. "That was for tying me up and not giving me a bunch of food that I asked for," she said almost jokingly. She then smiled at him and hugged him. "Freddy's right. We'll help you."

Gold stood there awkwardly. "I just feel like I've done so much wrong in my life... I'm sorry, both of you," He murmured. He slapped a hand to his face repeatedly, trying to stop the tears from flowing.

"I forgive you," Chica said.

"Me too," Freddy agreed, wrapping his arms around his older brother. Gold sobbed and hugged Freddy back. He sniffed quietly a few times and then they pulled apart.

It took a bit of explaining to Mike and Foxy what was going on when they woke up. Once everything had been settled, they all sat on the couches and bean bag chairs. Nobody asked Gold about his past, not wanting to cause him any more pain. He looked distant, staring at the floor.

"Now we just have to figure out how to convince the police that Gold has changed," Freddy said. If he really has, he couldn't help thinking.

As if on cue, footsteps from a bunch of men came barreling down the hallway. Police officers poured into the room, Officer Long in the lead. One of them blew a whistle. "There he is!" Some pulled guns out while Long roughly jerked Gold up and cuffed him. "No! No! Freddy!" He yelled as he was pulled away. Some other officers escorted Freddy and his friends outside. Freddy tried to run after Gold, shouting "No! Let him go!" But one of the other officers restrained him, yelling in his ear and asking if he was crazy. "Don't worry, you'll go to his trial, you can present your evidence there so we can punish him," the officer promised.

Freddy watched in defeat as his brother was taken away in a cop car. The last thing he saw was Gold banging on the back window with both handcuffed fists. Freddy couldn't hear him, but by reading his lips he could tell he was saying, "Freddy! Help me!"