HELLO EVERYBODY! SORRY FOR THE RE UPLOAD OF CHAPTER 5. IT WASN'T LABELED ON MY MANAGER. ANYWAYS, HAS ANYBODY HEARD "JUST GOLD" FROM MANDOPONY! I LOVE IT! ON WITH THE CHAPTER. I ALSO ADDED VINCENT, OR (PURPLE GUY)
Goldie (POV)
It's been years since I've seen Y/N. A month since I last tried to see her, her house went up for sale. I gave up, and still have the picture. Over time, her image faded out. I tried to re-draw her, but I realized, I couldn't. I sat with the photo, and did something crazy: I went outside, and put the picture in a box. I dug a hole, and put it in. "What are you doing?" a voice asks me. I turned around. What I see amazes me; Y/N. Standing in front of me. She looks different though. Skinnier, stronger. "I thought you moved." I said stupid stupid stupid! I thought to myself. I could feel my face getting warm. "You honestly think I would stay with that THING!" She said, "After about a week, I left the room. She tried to chase me down. I did the one thing I could; Foxy had given me a wooden sword that she didn't know about. I hit her over the head with it and ran. For four years, I was in and out of foster homes. I'm 18 now, so they dumped me on a street with nothing. I figured I'd see if you were still here, and it looks like you are!" She started crying. Blushing, I hugged her. "Y-You can stay with us again. Just like old times. Besides, I have something to show you."
FREDDY
I wake up on a couch. Goldie is looking over me. I try to sit up, but fail, miserably. "You're awake! What were you thinking! No, wait, more importantly, WHY WERE YOU BY A HOUSE!" I look at him, I can only see his basic outline, but enough to see who. "Y/N, where is she?" Goldie looks at me. "You've been out for a while, get some rest." A tear slips out of my eye. As soon as possible, I would go back. I'll be back, Y/N. I thought as I fell asleep again. I woke up after what had felt like forever. This time in a hospital. "Whe-where am I?" I asked a nurse. "Oh thank GOD you're awake! Wait, FREDDY! OH MY GOD!" She dropped her clipboard, and hugged me. I sat there confused. Then, I looked into a pair of distinctively Y/E/C eyes. "Y/N? I asked her. She looks back at me. "We almost unplugged you. Your brother I think convinced me not to. He wouldn't tell me why, he promised me that you would wake up though." She's sobbing now. "I started working here when I was 16. I got out of the house and looked for a job. That's why I'm here. I got assigned to here by fate, I guess. Oh, god, Freddy." She looked back at me. I had hung my head, "Where is my brother?" I asked her. "I'll go and get him. You were going off life support today. Hell, I'll get the whole gang!" She ran out of the room, excited. I could move only slightly. Then, I could lift my leg. An arm. By the time she came back, I was sitting up. Luckily, too, because I was charged with hugs. Goldie came up to me and flicked my head. "OW! What the literal FUCK, Goldie! That hurt!." It actually did. He backed up, straightened his plaid shirt, and took a deep breath. "YOU FUCKING SHIT! WE HAD TO NEARLY KILL YOU! IF Y/N HADN'T HAVE RECOGNISED ME, YOU'D BE DEAD! DEAD, FREDDY. DEAD." Then, he hugged me. "It's good to have you back, bro." I smiled. Y/N.
BONNIE
By the time I was 18, I had given up looking for Y/N. There was a new nightclub in town, I figured I might try to get a job. Between all of us working, we made quite a lot. BUNNY EARS, it was called. I walked through the door, and saw an amazingly designed, well EVERYTHING! "Hey! Boy! We're not open yet! If you're here for Bon-Bon's show, she's performing at midnight." I saw a fat man behind the counter. He was cleaning up the bar and tables. "Actually, I'm here for a job." He looks up from the liquor shelf. "Eh? You can clean the bar. It's what, 5:00 now, come back at ten. You're in. " He placed a large hand on my shoulder. "Welcome to the club." I left, and came back at 9:30. Another boy popped up from the counter. Holy shit, he looks like me. Except it wasn't me. He was a little smaller, maybe 5'8. I was now 6'3. Also, he had bright cheeks, and blue hair. "Oh thank GOD you're here! I'm Ben. But people call me Bon. Here, I have to go get someone. Just, wipe down the tables, 'kay?" He never came back. I ended up being a bartender thanks to a cheat sheet of house drinks. Before I knew it, it was midnight. The other dancers had been good, but now, someone else was on the stage. She was HOT. She had a strapless purple dress, and high studded silver heels. I noticed that she had a guitar as well, a red one. And she could sing and dance wonderfully. I was hypnotized. When she was done, Bon stepped onto the stage and grabbbed her hand. "Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for my girl, Bon-Bon!" Bon - Bon, I laughed to myself. That's what Y/N had called me. When my shift was over, I saw her strumming a guitar. Three chords, B, E minor, C major. I had taught Y/N those on my guitar. I took a breath and walked up to her. "Hey, I used to play guitar, can I try?" She looked at me. "Sorry, this guitar's really special to me. A fr- someone gave it to me, just reminds me of them, y'know.?" She put her head back down. There was a scar on the back of her head. I looked up, and saw Bon. He didn't look happy at all. He punched me in the jaw. "Dude! What the HELL!" I got up. He was already moving on. He had started talking to Bon-Bon. She honestly looked disgusted. You couldn't tell from her looks, but in her eyes, she hated him. Her eyes flicked to me and got wide. She carefully removed a heel, and slammed it into his head. He stood up. "You BITCH! I should have never let you leave!" She looked at me. I had picked up a nearby microphone and swung it at his head. It hit the mark, perfectly. He toppled over. I cracked my neck. Bon - Bon laughed. She stood up. "How did you get that wicked scar on your head?" I looked at her. "Oh, accident as a kid. If I didn't happen, I wouldn't have a guitar." She looked into my eyes. "You have green eyes." She said. I blinked. "I only know one person that has green eyes, and I'm pretty sure they're dead." She sniffled. "Bon-Bon isn't my real name, y'know. I told Bon I chose it after him, but I didn't." I looked at her. Every time I blinked, she looked more familar, but I couldn't figure out why. "I don't love Bon, I really don't. He's a monster. When I was 13, I was put in a foster home. The guitar showed up a week later. I knew who it was from, but I haven't seen them fo-" "Five years" I said. I felt stupid. "I missed you too. That's my guitar." She picks it up. "That's impossible. Bon took me fro-" "(Your home town) to New York." She looked at me. "What color is your hair? I can't quite see." "It's purple. Why?" She's crying now. "B-Bonnie!?" Now, it's my turn to gawk. "Y/N! It IS you!" I hugged her. "Where are you living?" I asked her. "Here, in the basement." I look at her. "All of us moved here. We have an apartment. C'mon, you can stay with me!" I had never been so happy.
FOXY
I had gotten me'self a boat. It was beautiful. Gold mast, sixty feet long, and had a two - deck cabin. And, it worked beautifully. I would take all o' the landlubbers, me crew, out to sea and we'd just sail. One day, we packed up and headed out for a nearby port. The seas were perfect. There was a gentle, yet strong breeze in the air. The seas grew dark, and a tempest was on the way. We pulled into the first marina that would take us. Realizing we couldn't stay in the vessel, I asked the dockhand lass if we could stay anywhere. "Well, I have an apartment. You can stay for the night." The lass looked familiar. "Aye, lass. Thank ye." She looked into my eyes. As we walked to her house, that damn rain pelted us. I saw her pull out a compass, and kiss it. At her house, there be a wood sword in her quarters. It had two names carved in it. I couldn't see them, so I picked it up. "H-Hey! Put that down! That's MINE!" It seemed important. Then I saw the engravement. "Me first mate, Y/N." I looked at her. It was Y/N. "Sorry, lass. I have one just like it." I pulled out my sword. (THAT IS NOT A JOKE FOR THE INTERNET TO ENJOY!) She looked at me, and then at the couch, where me 2nd mate, Chico was sitting. "So, F-Foxy, is tha-" I cut her off. "Aye. Chico, Bonnie, Freddy, Goldie, Emmet, and Mangle." She hugged me. "I remember, Foxy." She pulled out the compass. Sure enough, it was the one I had given her. It spun between her and me.
CHICO
I had decided to have pizza again. I had not had it since I lost Y/N. A new Gamestop opened up, with a pizza place next door. Perfect! I hit the Gamestop first. I bought GTA 5, Skate 3(For the hell of it), Call of Duty: Advanced warfare, and Dying Light. Then, I hit the pizza place. There was a pretty girl at the counter. I decided not to notice. I ordered a HUGE pizza, then looked at the name of the place. "Y/N - the last two letters, add CO's" I laughed. A coincidence. Then, I saw my favorite pizza. "Chica Pizza" It had sausage, extra cheese, with a side of VICTORY. Okay, now that's not a coincedence. I asked the girl behind the counter for her name, and she replied. "Chica" I played dumb. It was Y/N, "Really! Mine's Chico." "Argh, you ASSHOLE! CHICO!" She hugged me from over the counter. "Hey, my shift's over in ten, wanna go hang out like old times? Five years to make up, eh!" I showed her the games I got. "I guess it's said, then. Go back to the cave in 20. I'll set up." I smiled, and ran for the door. Then, I felt my cheeks go red.
MARIONETTE
My scars had nearly closed up. I felt like I was losing a part of me. Well, another part. I would wake up and play the music box. Just to remember her. She had to be dead. I went to the library. It was a fancy one, with wifi, a coffee shop and one of those reading nooks, the ones with pillows and those cool couches. This time, there was only one person here. A girl, maybe 18 to 20. She had earbuds in, and a latte. I parked myself next to her. She seemed focused, on something. I asked her on what. "Well, I'm training to be a lawyer. Personal reasons. I really need to know the laws an- wait, why am I telling you this?" I laughed. "Maybe I could help. I know a little about the police and missing person charges." This caught her off guard. "That's actually exactly what I need. Also, what if you are the victim? Can YOU sue or force charges against the attacker?" I thought. Y/N was the reason I researched those laws. I had a five year missing person search set out for her. "Hmm, I think so. So you escaped?" She looks at me, "Yeah, about a year after being captured. What's your name by the way?" "Emmet." She looked at my face, studying me. "What's yours?" She just kept studying my face. I realized my face was bleeding. "H-Hold on! I'll get a tissue!" She became frantic, and dumped out her purse on the table. A small rose box fell out. She reached to pick it up. So did I. "Hey, that's mine!" We both said at the same time. Then, I felt my pocket. A cube. "Oh, nevermind." I laughed, and held up mine. She sniffled, and played the tune in it. "Where did you get yours?" I asked. "A very, very long time ago. From a friend." "Y'know, I never did catch your name?" I hinted. "Oh! Sorry, it's Y/N." I showed her the music box of mine. It had the faded picture we had taken at a photobooth. I held the picture to myself. "How about you? I feel like it's not a coincidence?" I take a breath. "Y/N, have we met before?" She looks at me. Her eyes go wide. "EMMET! It IS you!" She hugged me. I felt like an idiot. Then, I started to cry. She stood back. "You're so beautiful, you know that, right?" She blushed. You spent the rest of the day talking, just like old times.
MANGLE
I sat at a bar one day, not giving one FUCK that I was underage. I had completely charmed a bartender. She didn't bother asking for my I.D. Besides the fact, I liked seeing some of the performers. One day, a girl, clearly underage was announced to the stage. She wore a tight white dress, slit up the side with pink accents. She also had a pink and white drumset. I laughed, realizing I had a pink shirt + white tux on. She was good on the drums. She was also slim, fit, and tall. She had bleached her hair and ombréd it to pink. Kind of like mine. After the act, she was flirted with constantly. She sat down at the bar by me. I noticed a ring on her finger. Pink, with white diamonds. Like mine. "So, Mangle, we meet again." She looked up and I saw that it was Y/N. An older, more mature Y/N. 10/10. Obviously. "You're not mad at me!" I was confused. I had failed her. "WHY WOULD I BE MAD!" She gave me a hug. "Hey, I'm done for the night. Wanna kick at my place?" I looked at her. "Hmm. Looks like I'm booked" She looked not disapointed, but mad. "Oh, is she nice?" I smiled. "Yeah, and beautiful, and funny. I'm sorry, Y/N, but you're going home with me tonight." I swept her off her feet and carried her out the door.
NEW CHARACTER! VINCENT! ( AKA P.G.)
Just a note: This is the alternate ending to Mangle's story. You are in the car.
All of the sudden, the brakes on the car sent you flying. Someone opened the trunk. A boy, maybe your age. "Sorry about that. I saw you leave and so did, well that's not important. Here, follow me." Relieved, You took his hand. He showed you to an apartment complex. Just now, you got a good look at him. He had shaggy purple hair and almost gold eyes. Also, a deep smile. You spent the next few years with him.