{ Freddy's POV }
Freddy woke to pre-dawn light filtering in through the window. He hadn't remembered falling back asleep, but he must have nodded off. Glancing around, he caught fight of a wall clock, but there wasn't enough light to see it. All Freddy knew that it was about five-thirty.
He laid down his head to go back to sleep when he saw someone else walking in the room. The figure had long, straight hair and was pacing the floor.
"Bonnie?" Freddy whispered, careful so he wouldn't wake the others.
The girl turned around to face him. "Morning, Freddy," she said simply. He could tell, even in darkness, her face was as noncholant as usual. She was missing her guitar; it had been left in Freddy's car which had most likely been towed away somewhere.
Freddy sat up and stretched. Sleeping with a shirt on felt weird. He wanted to take it off, but if Foxy were to wake up whilst Freddy was doing that, he would probabl maul him or something.
"What are you doing up this early?" He asked after a huge yawn.
"I'm always up this early," she answered, sitting down on her bed and bringing her fingers through her long purple hair. "Thank you, by the way."
Freddy rubbed his face, still trying to shake off his grogginess. "For what?" He asked, stifling another yawn.
"Getting me to the hospital. You were the one that told Foxy to get the phone out of my bra, yes?"
"Oh, yeah," Freddy said lamely, grinning. "No problem."
Bonnie walked over to Freddy's bed and sat next to him. The sun was beginning to peek over the horizon and Freddy could just make out Bonnie's face.
"So, are you going against him or for him?" Bonnie asked.
"Hm?"
"Gold. His trial."
"Oh. I think I'm going to defend him. I had no idea what he had been through. I think he deserves a second chance. He didn't actually do any real harm, did he? We all still survived."
Bonnie nodded. "I agree. Being bullied is terrible, especially the severity he went through."
"You've been bullied?" Freddy asked.
"More than you know."
They both fell into silence. Bonnie didn't elaborate, and Freddy didn't push further; he didn't want to reopen old wounds. Bonnie then turned and sat still, obviously done talking. Freddy wasn't surprised, that was one of the longest conversation he had ever had with her. She didn't like to talk much.
Eventually the others began to wake up. First Mike, then Chica, who sat next to Freddy and smiled up at him. Memories of the night before came to him and he couldn't help blushing a light pink shade.
Foxy was still sprawled out on his bed, snoring slightly. Bonnie eventually bent over him and pressed her lips to his, waking him up. He smiled and kissed her nose, then got out of bed.
The group sat chatting for a while. They all agreed to defend Gold, or at least take his side. Chica would probably be the most important to the case, hence her being the victim.
"You might have to talk a bit," Mike told her. The blonde nodded, saying nothing.
Eventually, around ten o' clock, an officer came in. By this time everyone was ready to go, having used the bathroom connected to the room to freshen up. They were still in the same clothes, but nothing could be done about that.
The officer escorted them to two separate police cars. Foxy and Bonnie went in one car while Freddy, Chica, and Mike piled into the second.
On the way to the courthouse, the officer explained how they could take either side, but it was recommended they go against Gold. Freddy rolled his eyes and zoned the guy out, looking out the window and worrying for his brother.
When they finally got there, they met up in the hallway.
"So we're all in favor for defending Gold?" Freddy asked. Everyone nodded.
With that, they entered. Most of the jury was already assembled. The gang took seats in the rows, but one of the officers pulled Chica aside to be the victim speaking against Gold. She obliged, but Freddy had told her to make her speech sound like she was in favor of Gold. Chica sat down at the table next to her attorney, a petite, tan woman with a slightly long nose. A short, pudgy man was the Foreperson for the jury. Freddy saw his parents in the jury, but he tried his hardest not to make eye contact or even look in their direction. The same officer that had drove Freddy was present. The court reporter was a middle-aged man with small spectacles perched on his nose.
Freddy caught sight of Gold at the Defendant table. He was hunched over, staring at nothing. The chair next to him was empty; he had no defense attorney. Freddy elbowed Bonnie. "He has no attorney. Bonnie, you're the smartest of all of us. Maybe the judge would..." He trailed off. Bonnie looked at him and smiled; she needed no more explanation. Before she could go he grabbed her arm and whispered, "if all else fails, ask him to pull up his sleeves and show his wrists to the court." Bonnie looked confused, but nodded. As the trial was about to begin, Bonnie approached the judge. She quietly exchanged a few words with him and he nodded. He didn't seem to care whether Gold had an attorney or not. Apparently he thought Gold would be found guilty fast.
Her expression nonchalant once again, Bonnie sat next to Gold, who looked up in confusion. She explained to him what was going on and he brightened a bit.
Just before the trial was about to begin, Freddy heard a whisper from behind him.
"Oi! Dipstick!"
Eyes widening in surprise, Freddy spin around to see Mari and Balloon Boy.
"Guys!" He whispered back, grinning. "What are you doing here?"
Mari returned the smile. "We couldn't pass up a chance to see this. We heard everything that blonde dipstick said and we felt bad for him, so, here we are."
"Yeah! We're rooting for Gold!" BB chimed in.
The jury was fully assembled by then; twelve people in all. There was Freddy, Foxy, Mike, Mari, BB, four other men, and three other women.
The judge struck his mallet against the table, silencing the room. "All rise," the bailiff ordered. Everyone stood. Freddy kept his eyes on Gold, who was still hunched over. "Department One of the Superior Court is now in session. Judge Anthony presiding. Please be seated."
Freddy sat back down. He bounced his leg nervously. Bonnie would come through for them, right?
"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Calling the case of the People of the State of Georgia versus Gabriel. Are both sides ready?" Judge Anthony asked.
"Ready for the people, Your Honour," The District Attorney - a woman with a tight black bun and a Scottich accent - declared.
"Ready for the defense, Your Honour," Bonnie said. Her voice rang loud and clear through the room. That was the loudest Freddy had ever heard her speak.
"Will the Clerk please swear in the Jury?" Judge Anthony asked.
The Clerk swore in the jury, and everyone was seated once more.
The Deputy District Attorney, a tall African-American man with a crisp suit, stood and made his opening statement.
"Your Honour, and ladies and gentlemen of the jury. The defendant has been charged with the crimes of kidnapping and multiple cases of attempted murder. Eyewitness accounts show that Gabriel kidnapped Connie and attempted to murder Freddy, Bonnie, and Felix. A student at his high school, Sarah, was also attacked. The evidence I present to you will prove that the defendant is guilty ask charged," The man said in a booming voice, then sat down.
Bonnie then stood, smoothing down her hoodie. A few whispers could be heard in the jury. Freddy wasn't surprised, Bonnie didn't look much like an attorney.
"Your Honour, and ladies and gentlemen of the jury," she started, beginning to pace in front of the judge's podium. "Under the law my client is presumed innocent until proven guilty. However, there is no denying that he did the things accused."
Murmurs rippled through the courtroom.
"Why are we even here, then?" A lady whispered somewhere behind Freddy.
"But," Bonnie continued, silencing the murmuring jury. "There is a lot of evidence to suggest that Gabriel was under great stress, and may not have even known what he was doing."
Gold sunk into his chair, his face expressionless.
"I have lots of evidence to support that my clent is not guilty." Bonnie finished, then sat back down next to Gold, looking stern.
"The prosecution may call its first witness," Judge Anthony said.
The Deputy District Attorney stood and pointed at Freddy. "The People call Freddy to the stand."
Freddy reluctantly stood and was escorted by the Bailiff to the witness stand.
The Clerk made Freddy swear an oath and give his name, then he sat down.
The Deputy District Attorney, who's name tag (which Freddy was close enough to see now) read Bill, stood and faced Freddy.
"Where were you April 4th, midday?"
Freddy swallowed. His mouth was like sandpaper. "At school, eating lunch," he said.
"What did Gabriel do that day?" Bill asked.
"He attacked Sarah Jameson, a senior at our high school."
"Why did he do this?"
"He was provoked."
"By whom?"
"Sarah and her friend. They insulted Chic- Connie-" saying Chica's real name felt weird, foreign. He hadn't used it in years. He had nearly forgotten what it was. "And Gabe defended her."
"Was this type of action necessary to get rid of the threat?"
Freddy met gazes with Gold. His grey eyes were wide and full of fear. As much as Freddy wanted to help him, he couldn't lie. Not only had he sworn an oath, but he had felt that Gold's actions had been over the top.
"No."
"And where were you on April 25th?"
"Outside the abandoned pizzeria by my neighborhood. Connie, Felix, Bonnie and I usually hang out there."
"What was happening?"
Freddy swallowed again. This was the part with the robots. Everyone would think he was crazy if he told the truth.
"Gold used robotic animals to restrain us and then knock us out."
Murmurs rippled through the room again.
"Robots?" Bill scoffed. "Freddy, you swore to tell the truth."
"I am telling the truth."
More murmurs. The judge banged the mallet. "Order!" He warned.
"I have no more questions," Bill stated.
"Does the defense wish to ask any questions?" Judge Anthony asked.
'Come on, Bonnie,' Freddy thought. 'Put Gold in a better light.'
"Yes," Bonnie said, and stood. She walked over in front of Freddy. "Freddy, do you know where these robots are?"
"Yes. They're at the old pizza place at 665 Raven Lane."
"How many, and what are they?"
"Four. A bear, a chicken, a bunny, and a fox."
"Were these the robots present before the kidnapping?"
"Yes."
"Was there anything odd about them?"
"They were malfunctioning, especially their voice boxes. It was like they were extremely old."
Bonnie looked satisfied. "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, based on this evidence I can conclude that Freddy is speaking of the old pizzeria known as Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, which closed down in the early 90s. It featured animatronic animals as the main entertainment. I have no more questions."
With that, Freddy was finished. The jury was conversing quietly. Bonnie hadn't exactly put Gold in a better light but she proved that the robots were real. Although the name of the place struck him. Freddy Fazbear? Thats a bit of a crazy coincidence.
He and Bonnie went and sat back down. He glanced at Bonnie. She was on some website searching up some things like a woman and a building that looked vaguely familiar to Freddy, although he couldn't place it.
"Does the prosecution have any more witnesses?" Judge Anthony inquired.
"Yes, Your Honour. The people call Connie to the stand."
As Chica nervously went up to the witness stand, Freddy felt his nerves choking him. The jury was already against Gold. It would take a miracle to convince them otherwise. Freddy hoped Bonnie would be able to come through for them.