CHAPTER 1 EVRY1!

Golden Freddy

"Oh my god... Are you okay?" You hear a familiar voice ask. You look up to see a kid, nine or ten years old, like you.
"Yeah, I've had worse days." You reply, which was true. Whenever your mom got drunk, she would sometimes forget you. At school, self defense classes (she didn't ever remember these), and even on a field trip to Chicago. You were often neglected, but didn't know any different. The boy had olive skin, blonde, neat hair and light brown eyes. You recognised him as the one you had followed into this place. "You're bleeding..." he says, gravely, and begins to panic. "No, NO! It's okay! I'm alright." You insist, but there was no stopping this kid. He had already ran out of the room, and returned with a roll of napkins. You let him proceed, and didn't question him. "What's your name" you ask. For some reason, you felt ditzy and happy... then you realized he had been talking. "My name's Mark, but everybody calls me Goldie. How about you?" "Y-Y/N" "Y/N... That has a nice ring..." "OH QUIT IT FOXY! She's HURT! Save it for later!" Goldie said. ¨Aye, matey." The other voice replied. "Well, considering you're not leaving, at least today, I might as well introduce you to the gang!" "Huh?" you ask Goldie. "The place is closed." "Oh, okay." you reply. This must be better than being at home. Besides, he seemed like fun.

BONNIE.

"First member: Bonnie. He's our guitar player." "Hey" Says a tall, skinny kid, who introduces himself as "Nolan", But tells you to call him Bonnie. He had green eyes and purple, shaggy hair. You immediately feel attracted to him, for no apparent reason. He seems like a lot of fun, that's all. As he shows you around. You see a guitar slumped against the back corner, and ask "Is that yours?" He gives you a strange look. "Yeah! It is! Let me show you how to play!" You spend the next few hours strumming out chords and singing with him.

FREDDY

"Here we have Freddy, my younger bro. Freddy, Y/N. Y/N, Freddy. Now let's move o-" "Hey, slow down, bro. I can show her around." You look up from your feet to see a cute, darker skinned boy with big brown eyes and short brown hair that stuck up in the front. "Im Freddy, and I'll show you around." You follow him around the room, and stop when you see a stage. It's not much, but you see two microphones. "Are these yours?" You ask your new friend, you guess. "Actually, they are. I'm a singer, but the mics don't work right." "Maybe I could help. I know something about electronics." "Really! That would be awesome to get them working again!" For the next few hours, you tinkered with the mics and found out they just needed a new terminal board, a relatively easy fix. After that, he showed you around the place, which you had never seen at dark. ΅Freddy, where do you go to school?" You ask him. "We're homeschooled. Every once and a while, somebody stops by to see if weŕe okay, but we get by fine." "I go to a free school, you know. If you qualify, you can even get free lunch." "Really!" Freddy seemed really excited.

MANGLE

As Goldie shows you around, he introduces you to his friends. You notice someone sitting behind a drumset, idly tapping out rhythms. "Y/N... This is Mason. We call him Mangle though because of, well, Hey! Mangle! Show the girl around." The boy is tall, muscular, but still boyish. He looks to be about twelve, but you can't be sure. He has bleached blonde hair and a plaid shirt, with khakis. "Uh, hi! You must be Y/N." You just stare at him. From what you can tell, He looks fake. Most of his limbs are attatched with these weird strings, whirring and moving as if they were a part of him. You stand back, just a little frightened. "Oh, D-Don't be scared! I know it's a little alarming, but PLEASE don't be afraid of me!" He seems to panic. "It's okay, but can I ask how it happened?" You say, genuinely curious. "Crash." He said, grimly. Then, he perks right back up. "Wanna learn how to play the drums?" He asks. "Sure! It can't be that hard!" You say. He actually seems nice. You think to yourself.

MALE! CHICO

"Here we have our lazy - ass. CHICO!" Goldie yells at a yellow haired boy eating pizza. He looks up from his game system and smiles at you. "So, THIS is Y/N." He says. "Want some pizza?" he asks, shoving a box towards you. "Of course y'do lets go." He grabs your hand and gives you an X-Box controller. You play games with him for the next eternity, you asking him questions and vice versa, until you run out of food. Then, He pulls another box out of nowhere.

FOXY

"Ahoy! Lassie! O'er here!" You here a voice call. You look up to see the crow's nest of a ship built into the wall. Looking up even further, you see a boy with auburn hair and bronzed skin waving at you with a map. You climb up to meet him. He looks to be about 12. He helps you up to the platform. As you get a good look at him, he has a long scar across his face. "Is the accent fake?" You ask him. "Nay, lassie. No such thing. Here." He throws you a fake sword. "En Garde!" You yell, and charge him. This lasts for a few hours before you fatigue, and you both lean over, huffing, and laughing.

MARIONETTE

You quickly wander away from Goldie, and see a dark haired boy in a hoodie. He turns around, allowing you to see his face. It's pale, and you giggle at the excessive makeup. He looks in a mirror. "GODDAMNIT FREDDDDDDDYYYYYYYYYYYY!" HE yells.

BALLOON BOY

"Hi!" You turn around, and see a ginger with a satanic grin. You pull out an AR - 15 and 360 noscope that fucker. THE END.