oh god i remember this chapter i wrote this at around halloween 2015 holy shit here we go
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Chapter 13
Everything was mass chaos.
Foxy was hiding from the fangirls in Pirate's Cove, Mangle and Tonnie were surrounded by shippers asking them if they were a couple, a bunch of girls were trying to push Jeremy and Mike towards each other and were talking about something called jeremike (whatever that was), Bonnie and Teddy were flirting with a lot of them (to which none of the girls were protesting), Tia was smiling and talking with everyone, and Zoe couldn't even see any of the others in that mess.
Zoe pushed through the crowd, trying to find Vincent so he could get those people out of there. Unfortunately, a bunch of girls walked up to her, holding phones. They all had some kind of Freddy Fazbear merchandise with them. The one in front had a black t-shirt with pictures of the old animatronics on it, the two behind her sported hair clips shaped like the old Freddy's head, and a few others had backpacks with the Fazbear Entertainment logo on them. The girls smiled as they surrounded Zoe. They all started spouting random questions: "What's your name?" "Are you the guard from Fazbear's Fright?" "Is Jeremike canon?" "What gender is the Mangle?" "Are you dating any of the guards or animatronics?" "What happened to the kid from '87?"
Zoe tried to scoot past them as she answered. "Zoe Nova, no, I have no idea what that is, boy, no way in hell, probably died. Can I go now?"
"Just wait!" one of the girls moved in front of her, blocking her path. "We still have a few more questions!"
"Is the purple guy really the murderer?"
"Is Purplephone canon?"
"Why did you redesign the animatronics?"
Zoe sighed and was about to answer when she saw a flash of orange hair. She ran towards it, muttering some lame excuse. She reached Fritz and grabbed his arm. "Fritz! These girls have some questions. Could you answer them while I go find Vincent?"
Fritz blinked and looked past her, staring at the girls. They squealed as soon as they saw him and started jumping up and down and snapping photos.
The security guard shrugged. "I guess."
Zoe heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank you." She shoved past him and began wading through the crowd, looking for Vincent.
xXx
Vincent sighed as he wrapped a bandage around his leg. As soon as that mob of girls had flooded into the restaurant, the majority of the girls had swarmed around all of the animatronics, but a few had decided to go exploring around the pizzeria. Vincent had found a few playing with the toaster in his room. He had no idea why people seemed to find toasters fascinating, but as soon as they saw him, they forgot all about the toaster. They'd rushed towards him and started asking him if he would sign their foreheads in permanent marker. When he declined, the girls had gotten really pushy and annoyed, and they had accidentaly reopened at least seven of his scars. Not really big ones, but when the girls saw the blood, they started frantically apologizing and left immediately.
"What is the matter with fangirls?" he muttered as he swiped blood off his hand with an old towel he'd found on his floor. Not really the most sanitary way to clean a cut, but at least the blood was off. "Always screaming at people they love. I love toast, but when it pops up, I'm not like, 'AAAAAHHHH!'"
Somebody knocked on the door, and Vincent sighed. He leaned over the sink and pushed his violet fringe away from his face. "Go away. I'm not signing your faces."
"Don't worry, there are no crazy fangirls out here. It's me. Zoe."
Vincent groaned. "And how exactly is that better?"
Zoe heaved a frustrated sigh and opened up the door without waiting for Vincent's permission. "Could we close up the pizzeria? Things are getting pretty crazy out there."
Vincent turned to face the doorway, leaning against the sink. "How crazy, exactly?"
Zoe thought for a moment. "Well, Mangle got so scared, he climbed up the wall like Spiderman and is hanging from the light fixtures, Foxy almost jabbed someone in the eye with his hook, one girl stole Freddy's hat, I lost Goldie, I found BB hiding in the Parts and Service room, the girls seem to be trying to make Jeremy and Mike kiss for some reason-"
Vincent held up a hand, cutting her off. "Okay. I'll be out in a second."
xXx
Goldie was in the same room he had been in before. The yellow bear was sitting on the bed in the same place. The other plushies were in the corner of the room, just like they had been before. He cast a nervous glance at the headless fox, hoping it wouldn't be able to see him. It was a silly assumption, that a headless inanimate object could see things, but Goldie wasn't taking any chances. Suddenly, he heard a voice.
"You know he is hiding again."
Goldie whirled around and saw the yellow bear. It had shifted its position so it was facing him. Goldie walked over to it and picked it up, He suddenly felt very safe. As long as he had this little plush, he didn't feel quite so alone.
Goldie smiled and hugged the little bear to his chest. Then he turned to face the door, wondering if he could leave this room. It had been locked shut the first time he'd been there, but now it was wide open. He tiptoed over to it and peered out cautiously. He didn't see much. All there was outside was an old-fashioned grandfather clock, plus a few blurry photographs hanging on the wall. Goldie glanced around and walked out, deciding that it was safe to leave. He looked to his right. There was an open doorway in the wall. The same was on his left.
"He won't stop until you find him," the bear in his arms said, a twinge of concern in its voice.
Goldie looked down at the plush. He didn't even know who the bear was talking about, but he was scared anyway.
He turned to the left doorway. The room beyond was brightly lit, and inside, he could see a bed with a pink bedspread on it, along with a painting of a light pink flower. There were a bunch of metal parts on the floor. He walked in and crouched down to examine the metal. It seemed to be a dismantled animatronic, maybe a fox. But the head was pink, and he didn't know of any breed of fox that was naturally pink.
He got up and left the room, wondering why someone would take apart a robot and leave it on the floor.
Goldie walked through the room with the clock and crept up to the entrance of the right doorway. He looked inside and saw nothing special; just a blue couch, a bright orange rug, and a television on a dark, blood-red table. It looked so ordinary, yet something felt... off. Weird. Like there was someone else in there with him, but he couldn't see them.
Tightening his grip on the plush, he slowly sneaked into the room. He passed the couch, and almost made it past the rug, but what looked like a person in a red fox mask suddenly leaped out from behind the TV, making a weird noise that was a cross between a screech, a roar, and a growl. Goldie screamed and immediately collapsed on the carpet. He hugged the bear as he felt tears spill from his eyes and glide along his skin, dripping soundlessly onto the rug.
"Tomorrow is another day."
xXx
"Goldie. Goldie, wake up. Come on. They're leaving."
Goldie's eyes snapped open, and he shot upwards, accidentally bashing his forehead into someone else's. He didn't really feel it, of course; he couldn't feel pain. But the other person yelped. "Ow!"
Goldie inhaled sharply, even though he didn't need the oxygen, being a robot. "Oh, Sorry, Mom."
Zoe smiled and she offered him a hand. "It's okay. Worse things have happened to me than getting hit in the head. Do you remember what happened?"
Goldie took her hand and she hoisted him to his feet. He racked his brain, trying to think, and then it clicked: the fangirls, practically getting trampled by the stampede of people trying to get to Foxy, getting hit on the head by someone's backpack, his software glitching, and then...
Goldie nodded. "Yeah," he said quickly.
Zoe grinned. "Good. Let's just go into the Parts and Service room and check your software to make sure you're fine, okay?"
Goldie nodded blankly. "Yeah. Okay."
He let Zoe drag him away down the hall, and thought about the dream he'd just had. This dream and the one before were definitely connected, there was no doubt about that. But were they just random dreams that his mind created in his sleep? Or did they actually mean something?
He was determined to find out.