Rosie's P.O.V.

To cut a long story short, I survived the second night, but I nearly let Nightmare Bonnie in a few times, but I was lucky enough to keep my dumb ass from flashing the flashlight in her face.

I woke up the next morning beside Gold, who was wide awake and staring at me. Specifically, my abdomen. Which was pretty swollen up.

"Oh, my God. Rosie. What the actual hell did he do to you in there!?" Golden Freddy growled, placing his hand protectively on my swollen belly.

"The damn purple bastard sped up the process. He wants this baby born. And we can't do anything to stop him." I said, tears welling up in my eyes.

He shot up from the bed, grabbed the Golden Freddy plush sitting beside the Toy Bonnie plush on the chair, lifted it into the air, and snarled, "Ya hear me, you grape rapist!? You lay a damn finger on my Rosie or my child, and I'll rip your damn nuts off and shove them down your disgusting throat! You understand me!? You leave them the HELL alone!"

He threw it to the ground, making it squeak as it hit the hardwood floor. I flinched at his intense anger as he stormed out of the room, leaving me in shock on the bed.

I swallowed back my tears when I heard Gold pacing up and down the hallway, grumbling cursings and spitting threats to the purple demon. I layed in the bed, rubbing my belly, my unborn child.

"Don't worry, honey. Your daddy's just worried about us." I assured my child, while trying to keep myself calm.

Gold stormed back in, grabbed my wrist and said, "We cannot go to sleep tonight. I will not allow it. He'll make our child be born prematurely and do something to it. If we don't sleep, he can't get us. I don't even want to think of what he might do if he gets his nasty ass paws on you or our child."

I opened my mouth to speak, when I flinched at a loud, booming voice say, "That won't stop me. No matter what you do, you can't avoid me. The only thing you can do is complete your five nights. And I'll release you. And if you have a good behavior, I'll leave your little unborn brat alone. I swear. I'll let all of you go."

Golden Freddy placed his hands on my belly, his eyes darting every which way, looking for the source of the voice.

And just like that, it was gone. I was scared. No, not just scared. Petrified. Horrified. Terrified. Scared doesn't even begin to describe my feelings.

"Gold. Gold, what do we do?" I asked, tears streaming down my face.

He held me and comforted me, saying, "It's okay. We can do this. I promise. I will not let Vincent hurt you, me, our child, Springtrap or Bonnie."

I sobbed into his shoulder, my tears staining his shirt.

We left the room and went to inspect Bonnie and Springtrap, who were both alive and thriving. Shaken, but alive.

And this brought such relief to both Golden Freddy and I.

Well, the next two nights were basically the same, and I saw the little boy in the flashbacks being abandoned at the pizzeria by his older brother, wandering around the town and talking to people, and I found out his birthday was on the fifth day, and he was very much against going. At the end of the fourth night, I saw him trapped in the backroom, with the springlock suits. And he was just in hysterics. He wanted nothing but to escape.

I wanted to pull the kid into a hug, and tell him everything was okay, but I couldn't.

I did the Plushtrap mini game and I didn't get the extra two hours. I was in the bedroom once more, but this time, I heard laughter. It was deep, and menacing. I went to the left door first, opened it, and listened for breathing. When I didn't hear anything, I turned on the flashlight.

I saw the nightmare animatronic version of the Golden Freddy plushie, purple top hat and bowtie and all. He had massive rows of sharp teeth, gigantic claws, and a freaking mouth on his stomach. I screamed, slammed the door shut, clutching the blanket around me tightly.

I heard footsteps going to the right side, and I ran to the door and held it shut, hearing his laughter outside.

I glanced at the bed and flashed the light, scaring off the Freddles, as I had called them. I heard the footsteps recede and the closet creak open, and I ran to the closet, flashing the light in it, only to see his face, right in front of me.

I closed the doors, crying slightly.

By some miracle, I was able to stay alive until 6:00. I collapsed on the floor as everything faded to black.

"0 days until the party"

I was at the boy's birthday party, watching him kneel on the floor, surrounded by a group of older kids wearing animatronic masks, modeled after Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy. The girl in the Chica mask laughed and said, "Your brother is kind of a baby, isn't he?"

The boy in the Foxy mask chuckled. "It's hilarious. Why don't we give the little man a lift?"

The little boy started freaking out, screaming and crying as the kids picked him up and started dragging him away to the stage. I followed closely, wanting nothing more than to smack the shit out of kids and take the little boy far from the restaurant.

"NO! I don't want to go! No, PLEASE!" the boy screamed, hot tears streaming down his face.

"You heard the little man, he wants to get even closer!" the older brother said, laughing.

"NO! LEAVE HIM ALONE!" I shouted, but no one heard me. I ran after the kids as they approached the stage. There, I saw Golden Freddy and Springtrap on the stage.

"Hey, I think he wants to give Fredbear a big KISS!" the brother said, laughing.

I rose an eyebrow in confusion.

"Fredbear?" I asked aloud.

"One three! One, two, THREE!" he commanded, as the others threw the boy into Golden Freddy/Fredbear's mouth, his head in his jaws, and his body twisting and jerking to free himself. He was screaming in pure terror, cries and screams echoing in my ears.

Suddenly, the jaws of Golden Freddy closed down on the boy's head. Crushing it, spilling gray matter and blood everywhere. Blood poured from Golden Freddy's jaws and the entire restaurant went silent. Then, screams and panic ensued.

I quickly ran to the boy, but I was stopped by someone grabbing my arm. It was Vincent. He laughed and asked, "You know what year it is?"

I was in too much shock to answer his question, but people ran past and through me to escape the pizzeria and to get to the boy, whom was hanging inside of Golden Freddy's mouth.

"It's 1987." he said, with a small wink.

Everything faded to black, except Vincent and I.

"Wha... what... what was THAT!? What the HELL was THAT!?" I snarled.

Vincent smirked and said, "That was the Bite of '87. The real version. You see, what Golden Freddy told you was that Mangle was the culprit back in the 'new and improved' Freddy Fazbear's the victim was Jeremy Fitzgerald, and the pizzeria was shut down after the incident. But, the real version of the story is that my dad killed the boy who was possessing Golden Freddy/Fredbear, and he accidentally bit the little boy you just saw, due to springlock malfunctions. But, ever since then, Golden Freddy was trying to hide the truth from everyone. Only him, Springtrap, me, and now you know what really happened. And he was hiding the truth from you this entire time."

I started crying in complete and utter betrayal. Vincent's chuckling became gales of laughter, as he said, "I told you that you would have trust issues with Golden Freddy! But, a deal is a deal, your nights are over. You're free. Goodbye."

I faded into darkness again, angry, scared, relieved and sorrowful.