Trigger Warning: Just like the last chapter, this chapter contains suicidal material. If you are offended or distressed by reading this, please do not read.

WARNING: FEELS

Freddy and his friends were led to the Atlanta Police Station where they met up with Bonnie, who had gotten her scar stitched up. Foxy immediately ran over to her and hugged her, picking her up and spinning her around. He set her down and kissed her passionately until Freddy cleared his throat. Bonnie then hugged Mike, then Freddy, then she and Chica hugged each other for a full minute, sobbing and telling each other how much they missed the other. When the heartwarming friends-reunited scene was over, they were led to a room, for they would be sleeping at the station. Their parents were all called and it was explained that they were expected to show up for Gold's trial.

As they all sat in the room together, Freddy, Foxy, Mike, and Chica explained to Bonnie what had happened after she was taken in the ambulance. They explained why Gold had done the things he had done. Bonnie was extremely understanding and took his side quickly.

Food was brought to them, a huge platter of sandwiches and chicken tenders. Everyone dug into the food like animals, considering they hadn't had proper nutrition in a while.

After a bit more chatting and a few more hugs, they turned off the lights and all settled into their respective beds.

Freddy was nervous for tomorrow. What would happen if Gold was found guilty? Would he be executed? Thrown in prison for the rest of his life? But what Freddy was really nervous about was seeing his mom again. He, Gold, and their mom hadn't all been under the same roof in nearly 17 years.

Worry kept Freddy awake for hours, but sleep finally came and he dreamed of him, Gold, and his mother 17 years ago when Gold was diagnosed. Freddy wasn't sure if it was a memory or something his subconscious put together from the information he had received.

His parents were murmuring quietly, throwing glances at a smaller version of Gold, who was sitting the carpet rolling a toy car back and forth, sucking on a yellow pacifier that looked like a bear. He had thin blonde hair that sweeper up in little curls by his ears. His grey eyes were full as he played with the car. Freddy was outside of the scene, watching it happen. He saw a small baby in a high chair, a little bit of brown fuzz growing on his head. Was that him as a child? Baby Freddy was eating Cheerios off of the high chair plate, watching his brother and occasionally squealing.

His parents finally seemed to come to an agreement and nodded to each other. "You stay here with Freddy." His mother told his father, who nodded.

Slowly, his mom made his way over to Baby Gold, who looked up. His mom put on a fake smile and said. "Does Gabe want to go get some ice cream?" She asked in a sweet, honeyed voice.

Baby Gold took out his pacifier. "Yeah, mommy!" He squealed happily, a wife grin plastered on his face.

The scene changed.

Freddy was viewing the car from somewhere on the dashboard. Baby Gold was in the back of the car in a booster seat, pacifier back in his mouth, staring at the little car in his hands. Mom kept looked at him in the rear view mirror, biting her lip.

Once again, the scene changed.

They were inside a building. Something told Freddy it was the boy's home. Freddy saw Mom talking to a receptionist lady while Baby Gold held her hand, looking around. There were some chairs and a coffee table with a couple puzzles on top. Other than that the place was bleak. The walls were a dull silver-grey.

Baby Gold tugged on Mom's shirt, taking out his pacifier. "Mommy, this doesn't wook wike the ice cweam pwace." He mumbled. Mom just waved him away and he whined slightly, dropping his pacifier on the ground.

Mom signed sapped and let go of Baby Gold's hand, starting towards the door. Baby Gold started following, but the receptionist lady grabbed him and picked him, bouncing him a bit and smiling at him, murmuring things about his "new home."

Baby Gold was beginning to get frantic. "Mommy!" He called as she opened the door and a bell chimed. "Mommy!"

Freddy saw his mother bite her lip again, a single tear slipping down her face.

Baby Gold threw down the you car, struggling to get out of the lady's grip as she took him back into the living quarters. "MOMMY!" Gold screamed as she left and started towards the car at a brisk walk.

Freddy opened his mouth to cry out to his mother, to tell him she needed to come but the scene changed again.

Gold was a bit older now, maybe seven or eight. The scene was outside the Home in kind if like an elementary school playground. Toddlers played in a sandpit. Small kids played tag or other games. Middle schoolers played basketball. There were even some people around Freddy's age, hang out and just talking. All of them were boys. The ages ranged from three to seventeen. There were all sorts of races from white to African-American to Hispanic to Indian to Chinese. It was a lot to take in.

His brother was sitting on a bench, watching the other kids his age playing kickball. He was slumped a bit, his eyes following the ball. After a few minutes, it seemed he finally got the courage to get in and play. He stayed on the sidelines for a bit, waiting for his chance. The ball came to humans he kicked it, a small smile a joy breaking out on his face. Instead of playing on, the other kids all froze, dodging the red ball. It rolled away and stopped in the grass. All the boys were staring at Gold, who looked between them nervously, obviously confused as to what he did. Then one boy, around nine years old, pointed at Gold and yelled, "MOLD TOUCHED THE KICKBALL!" All the boys that had been played screamed and ran away, leaving Gold on the field alone, crying softly.

The scene changed.

Freddy was in some sort of small cafeteria. He caught sight of his brother walking with a tray of food towards a table. Gold was around nine or ten now. He sat down at a table and everyone around him got up and moved their trays over, making a bubble of solitude around him. Every time he shifted a bit to the right, everyone else did, too. It was like he had some sort of disease. Gold looked down at his plate and Freddy saw tears form in his eyes. How could kids be that cruel?

Silent, Gold stood, leaving his tray, and left the cafeteria. None of the other boys moved over. It was like even his tray was intoxicated with the unknown virus.

The scene shifted for the fifth or sixth time.

This time they were in a small bathroom. There was one sink and one mirror. Two stalls were on the right, and the door was on the left. The walls were painted black.

Gold was standing in front of the mirror. He looked around thirteen. His blonde hair was messy and stuck out in many places. His yellow T-shirt was wrinkled and his baggy black jeans fell over his shoes. He was staring at his reflection in the mirror, his lips parted and his cheeks wet with tears.

He was still for a few moments, then pulled something out of his pocket. A razor. Freddy tried to say something but then his view shifted. He was looking down at the razor. When he looked up into the mirror once more - which he did not actually do, for he wasn't in control of his own body anymore - Freddy realized that he WAS Gold. He stared into the reflection of his eyes, but he saw Gold's dark irises instead, clouded with misery. He then looked back down at the razor. An odd calm spread through his body, though he knew he was not feeling his own emotions. With a trembling hand, he placed it softly against his wrist and with a quick, jerking motion-

Freddy snapped awake and tumbled out of the bed, standing up and screaming at the top of his lungs. He was covered in sweat, and his cheeks were damp with tears. Foxy turned the light on and his friends clustered around him as he sat up in his bed, panting and sobbing. A police officer even came into the room, joining the cluster of people around Freddy.

His friends bombarded him with questions, and when he finally found his voice, he mumbled, "bad dream."

His friends continued to ask him if he wanted to talk about it, if he was sure he was alright, if he needed anything. After everything settled, the officer left and the lights went back out. Everyone went back to sleep and soon their breathing evened out, but Freddy didn't want to go back to sleep. He didn't want to see those things again.

After a while someone moved over to him. He realized by the faint smell of lemons that it was Chica. "You okay?" She whispered.

"Yeah."

"Want to talk about it?"

"Not really..."

"I understand."

She turned to go back to her bed, then stopped and turned back to Freddy. "Thank you for saving me," She whispered, and kissed his cheek.

With that, she returned to her bed, leaving Freddy blushing beet red and more awake than ever.