HELLO EVERYBODY! This chapter may get dark, Just warning.
Goldie
You wake up in the morning, surprisingly refreshed. Realizing that this isn't your home, you nearly cry. You wish you could stay longer. "Y-Y/N? Are you okay!" Goldie asks, already working on, something. "Goldie, can I ask a favor of you?" You needed someone to help you face your mom. "Ask away, Y/N." You hear an odd Goldie-voice answer. "Well, Goldie, I was wondering if y-you could help me. With something." He raises an eyebrow. "And what would that be?" "Well, Goldie, I don't live far from here. Could you help me explain to my mom... why I was gone?" "Of course! I haven't been outside for a week!" "G-Goldie, she's a drunk. Are you sure?" "Of course I am. Hey, you could live with us!" "That's not a bad idea, but I still have to get my stuff. And she never leaves." "Y/N, isn't this what friends are for?" He asks. You smile at him. Your house isn't far from here. Goldie decides to stay right by your side, which is comforting. You tell him to wait at the door though, just in case. As you get to the door, you smell beer. You knock, and someone answers. "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN CHILD! YOU WILL NEVER LEAVE MY SIGHT AGAIN!" She grabs your collar and takes you to the bathroom. You always kept your backpack on you, and today was no different. You had water bottles, and ram-en noodles. You could survive but had no way to tell Goldie. You figured he went away after a while.
FREDDY
As you got to the door, Freddy became more serious. Your mom popped out. "GET THE HELL OUT BOY!" Freddy stayed. "Freddy, you can go back. I'll be okay." He hesitates, and says "No." "Freddy! I'm not joking! I'll be FINE!" He seems really upset, but turns around. "Until next time, Y/N" He says. You see a tear run off his cheek.
BONNIE
Bonnie seemed hesitant to join you, but definitely toughened up as you got closer. As you approached the battered door, you knock. Once. Twice. After three knocks, someone opens the door. A well - dressed man. "Excuse me, we are in the middle of a house tour." "B-but I live here!" The man looks at you, surprised. "The owner moved, all the way to Saskatchewan. Now, if you'd like to contact her, borrow my phone." He offers you a phone, but when you call, nobody picks up, no surprise. As you and Bonnie take a walk downtown, him trying to comfort you along the way, you see a poster. "MISSING: Y/N L/N" _ HAIR _EYES WEIGHT_
MISSING SINCE MM/DD/YY mm/dd/yy? You think. You turn to Bonnie. "I was in there for a MONTH AND A HALF!?" You say, angrily. "Well, after you hit your head, you were never quite conscious fully. For a good part of MM you were asleep, and all of MM. On and off. I took care of you a little bit more than the others. Made sure you were okay. Because Y/N, I l-" Bonnie was cut off mid sentence. "HEY!" A man in a police uniform calls. "ARE YOU Y/N?" Not wanting to lie, you respond "Y-Yes." "Come with me." He says, coldly. Bonnie tries to follow the police car, but even he can't keep up. As you go around a corner, you see him almost crying.
CHICO
"Is she one of those foodie drunks! I could bring a pizza!" Chico asks, jittery. "No, Chico it's fine." Accepting defeat, he finishes a slice and follows you. As you get to the door, before you can warn him, you mom's bulldog chases him down. Chico steps back, scared. "Chico, it's okay. I'll be fine. You go back." Chico looks at you, sad, and runs.
FOXY
Foxy decides to take you downtown first. You look in all of the shops, and with some money he got from "plunderin'" you get ice cream. After this, a man from CPS ( child protective services) Stops you. "Excuse me, ma'am, have you seen a girl, Y/N L/n?" He asks, coldly. "Th-that's me, why?" "Well, your mother was driving under the influence. Off of I-94, she was going 98 miles an hour on the merge, and was thrown into the water, taking the lives of one Fred Bear and his daughter in the process. Police failed to save any, and she said she hopes her daughter is placed in good hands. No living relatives were willing to take you, so you will stay at the foster home until such a time as you're 18 or adopted." You look at him, blinking. "Wh-where's my mom then?" You ask. Foxy looks at you, and puts an arm around you. "Lass, it's been a pleasure sailin' with ye." Foxy squeezes your shoulder. "Ye be better off with them than me.' He looks dissapointed. As he turns around, you give him a hug. He puts a small golden compass in your hand. Then, he turns around, and runs back to the parlor.
MANGLE
After going out to eat at a local pancake place, you and Mangle walked downtown. You strayed from the paths every once in a while, but always went back to his side. One time, you ran ahead, and popped out from a corner. "Gah!" He screamed, and his arm distactched, still held together by strings of something. You laughed and lifted it up for him. After a few more hours of shopping and talking, and one time, you ran ahead and told him to guess where you would go. You ran around another corner. When you saw someone you thought was Mangle, you followed him. He turned around. That wasn't Mangle. He picks you up, screaming. You kick and punch but it's no use. He throws you in the trunk of his car. You manage to kick out one of the headlights, and put a hand out with the scarf you had gotten today through the hole, hoping someone would notice. "Y/N?" You hear a voice call. You pull the scarf in. The car isn't speeding, but it's still moving. You look through what you can see of the hole, and see Mangle chasing the car. You put your hand out. This time, with the matching rings you had gotten from the pizza place on them. "Y/N! Wait!" He yells. As you look through the hole, you had never seen someone so determined. You see something fly towards him. A dart. Mangle freezes and drops to the ground.
MARIONETTE
He had gotten you a music box. Intricately carved and painted, it played an eerie, familiar melody. You continued to wander about aimlessly with him, until one moment, you realized it wasn't him you were following. Not entirely knowing where you were, you called for him. Somebody else heard you. A sharp pain went through your head, and you fell to the ground. Limp.