Sorry this took so long, been really busy and had mild writer's block. This one isn't as exciting as the last ones have been...mainly its because I'm getting little Robby brought up to speed. I've also been getting guesses about Nightmare and the two that are going to die! No one has gotten them both right yet...but a lot of you are thinking I'm going to kill off little Robby. C'mon guys! It's not like I've suddenly killed off a character that everyone liked...*looks back at Guardian Angel* Oh wait...

One more thing before I let you guys read...It's about Gold. Guys, Nightmare Fredbear isn't something Gold will turn into or will appear as a separate bot...Nightmare Fredbear is Gold and Gold is Nightmare Fredbear. Nightmare is a completely different thing though and you will see that bot when the time comes. Just know, that bear is going to be the most violent, sadistic, vicious, terrifying creature that I'm going to turn out...I really hope you like "it" (like I'm going to tell you the gender... :P)

Chapter 9

Mother and son stayed like that for a while, holding each other quietly before a loud bang of a door hitting a wall made Mike look up hastily.

"Meet me in the workshop," she told him, "I'll explain everything there…and do not tell that man anything, do you hear me?"

"Yes, Mama,"

Mike gave a smile and kissed her son's forehead before disappearing in a wisp of shadow right as Andrew ran in.

"You're alive!" he sighed in relief, "I heard the fighting…I thought that they got you…"

"Why didn't you come out and save me then?" Robby demanded, standing, "I'm lucky that that yellow bear came out of nowhere along with that fox and saved me from that clown thing!"

"Goldie and Foxy saved you from Marionette?" Andrew blinked, "That's odd…Marionette doesn't attack people. Her music box keeps her calm when the other's lose it…it's a glitch I'm still working on fixing. Those two nearly got me the other night…that's where I got those scratches, Goldie grabbed me and Foxy nearly punctured my shoulder with his hook,"

"There's got to be something going on here…" Andrew thought, "It can't be a coincidence that those two's bodies are put in the bots that saved Robby…there's forces at work here that I don't understand…"

"I'm going to get my stuff ready for practice," Robby said, knocking Andrew out of his thoughts, "Summer League, remember?"

"Ah…right, forgot about that," Andrew nodded, "I've got to get a move on too…get to work,"

Robby had on his red jersey and his backpack slung over his shoulder. Andrew had left and the living child was now heading towards the workshop. He'd just put his hand on the door when it was flung open and he was immediately brought into a warm, backbreaking hug.

"Ack! Mama!" Robby whined, "Can't…breathe!"

"I'm not letting you go, so deal with it," Mike growled, her voice muffled from where she had her head buried in her son's shirt, "I haven't seen you in ten years!"

"Mike…unlike us, he's got to breathe, remember?" a voice similar to Robby's own…albeit with a lower, gravely quality to it…chastised.

"He's right, Mike," a metallic version of his mother's voice chuckled, "You'd think you'd learn that by now…"

"Shut up, Gold," Mike warned, looking up just as Robby's namesake and the Spring Suit walked forwards.

The living boy stared at the two, golden eyes wide as his gaze landed on his uncle.

"…Uncle Robby?" he asked, pulling up the fuzzy, ten-year old memory of having a red-haired man pick him up and dash towards a school building at super sonic speed.

"You remember me," the red spirit smiled sadly, "But, I guess I look a little different now,"

He looked at his hooked hand in annoyance as his tail flicked irritably. The spirit turned his milky gold eye towards the boy as he came closer.

"Can't see as well as I used to as well," the older Robby explained.

"A shame it is," Gold sighed, "And too bad you can't hear me, fox…"

"Aunt Gold," little Robby blinked, making the carbon copy of his mother grin brightly.

"At least you remember me too!" Gold beamed, "Good God you look like your uncle…"

"I get that a lot,"

"Looks like crazy runs in the family," a new, deep voice said as a dark-haired, blue-eyed man walked up, "Seeing as he's talking to the air just like his mother does,"

"I'm not crazy, Matt," Mike growled, ears flattened as Gold faded away, "Just because I can see Gold and you can't doesn't mean I am,"

The man, Matt, rolled his eyes before looking at Robby.

"Sorry for scaring you the other night," he told him, "But, if you ever squeak my nose again, I'll give you what for,"

"That a threat, Matt?" Mike demanded, eyes flickering to deep black as her fists clenched.

"Just a warning," Matt replied.

"Wait…you're…" Robby blinked.

"DADDY!" three little voices chirped and Matt yelped as three little brown blurs tackled him, sending him crashing to the ground.

"Ow," Matt groaned as he rolled on his back while the three cubs adjusted themselves so that they were sitting on his chest.

"Got you!" one chirped.

"And you not gettin' up this time!"

"Yeah! What they said!" the third giggled.

"Oh really?" Matt grinned and then leaped up with a playful roar, grabbing the triplets and whirling them around, making them squeal.

"Okay! Daddy wins!" they all three shrieked as Matt laughed triumphantly.

"And you better remember that," Matt growled playfully as he ruffled the patchy fur on the trio's heads.

"Matt…is…" little Robby started.

"Freddy," Mike nodded, "He's been that way for going on thirty years…the three Stooges aren't as old…he was given them about ten years ago, they've been…repairing…us ever since,"

"So…if his nose squeaks…does yours?" the boy asked, looking up at his mother.

"…No,"

"Yes," Matt corrected, "But…I wouldn't advise doing it to wake her up…it just makes her madder,"

"Noted," Robby nodded, "So is it just you guys or…"

"There's four more," his uncle said.

"Five," Mike corrected, "You forgot to count Spring again,"

"Seeing as I can only see him when he takes over Scott, I don't see why…"

"He's just as much a person as you, Robby," Mike told him, "Better than Scott anyway,"

"Scott?" little Robby asked.

Mike waved him off.

"Don't worry about him," she told the boy, "it's nothing,"

"So is this him?" another female voice asked, making the group look over at a blonde girl with violet eyes and a black haired boy with crimson ones and glasses, "Wow…he does look like you, Robby,"

"I know," the red spirit nodded, "He's been told that a lot,"

"Allow us to introduce ourselves," the black haired boy started, extending his hand, "Sam Wyatt…."

"You're James' uncle!" the living boy exclaimed.

Sam rubbed the back of his head, giving a faint smile and bearing his slightly sharper than normal teeth.

"How's he doing?" he asked, "Last time I heard about him was right before the last place burned,"

"He's gotten really good at playing the guitar," little Robby told him, "But according to what Mama told me about your playing, he's not as good as you. He's almost there though,"

"Can't beat the master, hasn't anyone told you that?" Sam preened…only for Amanda to elbow him.

"Watch that head of yours," she chastised before turning to the boy, "Amanda Harper…I'm Matt's little sister and Sam's girlfriend,"

"So that makes you Matt and Amanda's aunt and uncle," little Robby queried.

"Who do you think they were named after?" Matt chuckled.

"So…let me guess since Matt's Freddy…Sam's Bonnie, Amanda's Chica…and uncle Robby is Foxy,"

"Right you are," the red spirit nodded, "What gave me away? The hook? the half-blind eye? Oh wait…don't tell me, it was the ears and tail wasn't it?"

"Don't mind your uncle," Mike sighed, "Anyway…yes, you're right, and we've got three more to introduce. Follow me,"

The golden spirit took hold of her son's hand and gently led him through the workshop until they came to a slightly more comfortable area where a battered blonde man dressed in gold stood watch over a blonde girl dressed in black and white. A broken golden rabbit sat not too far from the two while Robby shuddered at seeing the tall form of the Marionette lying around that area as well.

"Lil' Capt'n, I want you to meet Spring Bonnie," Mike said gently, "We call him Spring though,"

"This is your son?" Spring asked, his voice smooth and slightly deeper since Andrew fixed his voicebox.

Mike nodded.

"He's all grown up, Spring," she told him before looking at Emily's shuddering form, "She still hasn't woke up?"

"I don't know if she will or not…" Spring twitched, eyes turning a darker shade of green, "Not that I care…but the bucket of bolts won't let me leave her side…"

Scott looked at the sixteen year old.

"He looks like the fox did before I finished him off," the demon huffed.

Mike twitched and Robby watched as his mother's eyes lightened.

"You're not going to touch him," Gold snarled.

"Mama?" Robby blinked.

"And what are you goi…" Scott gave a strangled sound as he flinched and Spring took back control, "That is quite enough out of you! Sorry, Goldie, he's…been a handful lately,"

"That's fine, Spring," Gold told him before letting Mike take control again, "Sorry about that, Robby…as you can see…Spring and I aren't exactly normal like the others. Instead of just one personality…we have two that like to take control,"

"Aunt Gold?"

"My…'darker' half," Mike shrugged, "Gold's the bear that you saw last night. Spring there is the rabbit. Scott and I are…were…human. Scott is the one that killed us. Spring took his revenge on Scott because Scott killed Spring's human,"

"Spring's human?"

"This is my Emily," Spring told Robby, and nodding towards the shaking spirit, "She's the one trapped in the Marionette…the one who forces us to do all those awful things. Marionette's the one that nearly killed you last night, Robert,"

"Robby,"

"That is what I said…right?"

"Spring has a hard time saying the short form of our names," Mike explained to her son, "So he calls me Mikayla, Matt is Matthew and so on. Gold's the only one that he'll call by a pet name…mainly because he ah…grew up with her,"

"So do any of you have 'humans' that belong to you?"

"You uncle's pretty much claimed Jeremy," Mike shrugged, "he feels responsible for what he did to Jeremy all those years ago,"

"Uncle Robby caused the Bite of '87?"

"He didn't mean to…Marionette was controlling him and making Robby see Scott instead of Jeremy,"

"Anyone else?"

"Gold does," Mike sighed.

"And who has she claimed?"

Mike twitched and Gold took over, putting her arm around Robby's shoulders.

"You," the Spring Suit smiled, "I claimed you as my human the first time I met you…right after your mother died,"

"So…what's that exactly mean?" little Robby asked.

"I don't know about your uncle, Robert," Spring started, "But we Spring Suits tend to be very protective of our humans…we'd do anything for them…and it hurts us to see something happen to them…"

He cast a sad look at the sleeping spirit beside him, holding her gently as Emily gave a heart-rending cry of fear.

"So what's wrong with her?"

"We don't know," Mike told him, taking back control, "Emily's been catatonic for a few days now…Marionette has been taking her over every night. If Emily was conscious, lil' Capt'n, things would be a lot different. She doesn't have a mean bone in her body. She would never allow these things to happen,"

Mike bowed her copper head, her ears flicking downwards.

"Now you know the truth behind everything…" she told him, looking up at her son, "But the real question is…are you going to stay? Or leave?"

"I'm staying," little Robby said firmly as he looked around at the other spirits that had joined them.

"Don't you realize the danger you put yourself in if you remain in this house?" Matt tried.

"Every night, you'll be subject to being hunted down like a wild animal," Sam spat bitterly, holding his arm as he shook.

"Every night, you watch as your friends and family go insane and try to kill you," his uncle growled.

"Every night, you hope and pray that those doors hold steady and that dawn comes quickly," Amanda whispered, tears streaming as Sam held her.

"Every night, you feel despair seep in and drive you mad," Spring murmured, holding Emily.

"Every night, knowing there's nothing you can do to stop it…but wait," Mike finished, putting her scarred hands on her son's shoulders, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"You all need me," little Robby started, "There's nothing that you're going to do to convince me otherwise…I'm staying,"

He hugged his mother, who started crying heavily both in pride and fear.

"And I'm going to set you free from this nightmare if it's the last thing I do," he thought as he held his mother.

I'm thinking maybe having little Robby going off to practice and having a couple ghosts (mainly everyone but Matt and Spring...mainly because the three Stooges will cause too much attention and Spring won't budge from Emily's side) follow him before going off to night 3. What do you guys think?

I hope you guys liked it, if you did send in the reviews! (Along with ideas because I will need them eventually!) :)

Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)

Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.