i wish i could go back in time and smack my younger self in the face
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Chapter 11
*3 days later*
"MOM! BB stole my favourite sweater!"
"I did not! She's lying!"
"I am not, you little twerp!"
"I'm not a twerp! And you can shut up!"
Zoe sighed. "BB, did you take Spring's sweater?"
BB crossed his arms. "No! Why would I?"
Springtrap huffed. "I know he did! It was either him or Bonnie and Teddy, and I already talked to them."
CRASH!
Zoe immediately whirled around and ran towards the kitchen, leaving the other two to their pointless argument. Couldn't the animatronics just calm down for a little while?
She flung the kitchen doors open and sighed. "Really, Mangle? Again?"
Mangle was lying on the floor surrounded by now broken plates. He grinned sheepishly as Tonnie bent down to help him up. "Sorry! I just thought I could get it this time."
Zoe rolled her eyes and grabbed the cookie jar from on top of the cupboards. "Even if you could grow, there's no way you could've grown enough to reach the top of the cupboards. Just ask me next time."
Mangle nodded and grabbed the jar in both hands. "Thanks. I will," he said for the fifth time in three days.
Zoe heard an angry scream come from the dining room and she rolled her eyes, dashing out of the kitchen. Freddy was standing at the far wall, looking half-shocked and half-enraged. "Freddy Fazfuck" was written on the wall in the main dining room. Bonnie and Teddy were both standing behind the curtains of Pirate's Cove, snickering with cans of spray paint in their hands. Foxy stood right outside the cove, shielding the two from Freddy's view and trying not to laugh.
She was about to go over there and chew them out for doing that, but then Chica ran into the room and came up to her. "Have you seen Tia?"
Zoe shook her head. "No. Sorry."
Chica sighed and crossed her arms. "I haven't seen her for at least an hour. Do you know any place she could've hidden?"
She shook her head again. "Nope. Why don't you try-"
Chica suddenly gasped and pointed at the backstage door. A dark pink piece of fabric that looked like the hem of Tia's skirt was sticking out from under the door. Chica ran toward the door. "I found you! I found you!" she squealed, pulling the door open.
Tia was sitting on the checkered floor and she smiled. "It took you long enough! Okay, now you go hide!"
"Okay!" Chica said. She dashed off as Tia stood with her face to the wall, counting quietly under her breath.
"Hi."
Zoe yelped and turned around. Mari was standing behind her, looking kind of nervous. She backed up so she could see her better. Why did she have to make the Marionette so tall?
Zoe nodded. "Hey, Mari. What's up?"
Mari shrugged, nervously fiddling with her red tie. "I just wanted to know if we might start working soon. That's kind of why you built us, right?"
Zoe nodded again. "Yeah. Vincent said you guys start tomorrow. Why did you ask?"
Mari sighed. "Just... Is that all you made us for? Working?"
She heard a yelp from across the room and whirled around to see Freddy gripping Foxy's coat by the collar. Freddy had pinned him against the wall and was yelling at him about kids seeing what he did. Foxy was frantically pointing at the now closed curtains of Pirate's Cove and trying to lay all the blame on Bonnie and Teddy (although it probably was their idea; they'd been pulling pranks like that for the past three days).
Zoe shook her head and sighed. "I don't know. I really need to go. I'm sorry," she apologized as she left to go sort out the issue. She almost reached them when suddenly the room went silent. She looked up and saw Vincent and Scott standing at the doors, grocery bags in their hands.
Vincent looked around the room. Mangle and Tonnie were sitting on a table and had cookie crumbs all over their faces, Freddy and Foxy were practically at each others' throats, and Bonnie and Teddy had fell through the curtain and were sprawled on the floor and frozen mid-laugh.
Vincent gave a small sigh. "We leave you people alone for one hour to get food, and this happens. Where's Schmidt, Fitzgerald, and Smith?"
Zoe shrugged. "I have no idea. I think they left."
Mari shivered. "Gosh, he's creepy."
Vincent held the bags in his hands out to Scott, who took them and walked off to the kitchen. Vincent crossed his arms. "Well, how about we get everything cleaned up. Mangle, Tonnie, put the cookie jar away. Chica, come out from under that tablecloth. Springtrap, I took your sweater to the dry cleaners to get the oil stains out. And whoever wrote that on the wall-"
Teddy quickly picked up a spray paint can and shoved it in Foxy's hand, who growled. "Hey! I didn't-"
"Is a fucking genius," Vincent finished.
Bonnie raised his eyebrows. "Oh, that was me and Te-"
"Who will have to paint over it, however."
Foxy snickered and tossed the can to Teddy, who just managed to catch it. "Have fun."
"Foxy, you can help, since I know you had a hand in this."
Bonnie and Teddy snorted. Freddy smirked. "Well, you have fun with that." He stalked off, putting his thumb and index finger in the shape of an "L" over his forehead as he did so.
As everyone dispersed, Zoe turned and gaped at Vincent. She'd been trying to get the robots to calm down for an hour, and he just walked into the room and everyone just stopped what they were doing. "How the hell did you get them to actually do what you asked?"
Vincent smirked and shrugged. "I just told them what to do, and they did it. Not that complicated, you know. It's not my fault they don't listen to you." He calmly lit a cigarette and strolled past her, going towards his room. He'd asked her to try and pick the lock a couple days ago, and she had only agreed because he seemed to be having a bad day. Now she was starting to regret doing him a favour.
xXx
Goldie was sitting on the bed of a small bedroom. He looked around and saw four stuffed animals piled in the corner of the room. One looked like a yellow duck or chicken thing, another was a purple bunny, the third was a brown bear with a top hat, and he couldn't exactly tell what the last one was because its head was ripped off. It was red and had a hook for a hand though, and it kind of reminded him of Foxy. The walls were covered in bright white wallpaper, and a dark blue dresser stood in the another corner. He looked down and saw that he was wearing a black and grey striped t-shirt and a pair of blue pants. His body looked a lot smaller, like a kid's. He touched his arm with one hand and furrowed his eyebrows. He didn't feel cold, like metal. What was this on him? He read it in a book the other day... Skin. That's what it was, right?
"What did he do this time?" a voice asked from behind him.
Goldie turned around and saw a little yellow bear plushie sitting on the pillows. It had a purple hat and bow tie, along with completely black eyes that had little white dots for pupils. Goldie adjusted his position to see it better, and the bear's eyes seemed to follow his movements.
"He locked you in your room again," the voice said again. It seemed to be coming from the bear.
Goldie looked up and saw the closed door. He got up and tried to turn the knob. It didn't budge.
He started to freak out. He didn't want to be trapped in a room alone with just a talking bear for company.
"Don't be scared," the bear said when it saw his distressed expression. "I am here with you."
Goldie whirled around in a panic. He felt tears start to leak from his eyes. He was scared, but he didn't know why. He walked towards the plushies in the corner and picked up the headless one. For some reason, the sight of its red fur made him want to throw up. He immediately hated that plushie. It scared him. Even though it had no head, he felt like it could see him, and it hated him right back.
He dropped it and ran to the door. He wrapped his small fingers around the handle and turned the knob, tugging frantically on the door and sobbing. Tears ran down his face and fell to the carpet. Goldie hit his tiny palm against the door, calling for someone, anyone, to let him out of that room. He sank to the floor and curled up into a ball, hugging his knees to his chest and crying quietly.
"Tomorrow is another day," the bear's voice said. Goldie looked up and saw it sitting at his feet, staring up at him with sad eyes.
Goldie let out a relieved gasp and grabbed the plush, wrapping his arms around it. He wasn't alone.
Goldie yelped and shot up straight in his sleeping bag. The lights were on in the kitchen, and he looked up at the wall to check the clock. It was eleven in the morning. He'd really slept in. Why didn't anyone wake him?
"Hey, Goldie," a voice said. He looked up and saw Scott putting food in the cupboards. Plastic grocery bags sat on the counter beside him.
Goldie rubbed his eyes and yawned. "Why didn't you wake me up? I could've helped," he said as Scott put the last of the food away.
The security guard shrugged. "We figured you needed your rest. Did you sleep well?"
Goldie thought back to his dream and shuddered. "I guess."
Scott grinned, crumpling the bags into a ball and tossing them into a recycle bin. "Great. By the way, Vincent said you guys are starting work tomorrow."
Goldie's eyes widened. He wasn't sure if he should be happy or worried. "Really?"
Scott laughed at his expression. "Yeah. But don't worry, you'll do fine," he said as he walked out of the kitchen.
Goldie sat there in his sleeping bag. He would be working tomorrow. He would be doing the thing he was meant to do. He'd been waiting for this for three days, but now he wasn't sure what to think.
"Tomorrow is another day," he whispered to himself.