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Chapter 20

Zoe grimaced as she tapped the dents out of Goldie's head. "Gosh, those kids sure beat you up."

"One of them smacked me with a chair," he muttered.

Zoe stepped away from the automaton. "Alright. You're all fixed up."

Goldie stuck his hat on top of his head. "Thanks."

"Your turn, Spring!" Zoe called to Springtrap as Goldie walked out of the Parts and Service room.

Goldie's mind began to wander as he made his way to the kitchen to retrieve his new everyday outfit. He was worried about the nightmares he kept having. What would happen in tonight's dream? Would he die by the hands of that horrendous monster on the chair once again, or would he be back in the house with the little golden bear plushie? He was secretly wishing for the one with the bear, for two reasons: one, he was curious as to what might happen next, and two, he wouldn't be alone.

He reached the kitchen and pushed open the doors, making a beeline for his sleeping bag. He was getting sick of sleeping on the floor. He'd read about things called "beds", which were couch-like pieces of furniture that people slept on at night. Maybe eventually he would be able to sleep in one like a real person, instead of on the cold floor of the kitchen.

Goldie ran off to the bathroom and changed into his new outfit. He walked out of his bathroom stall and looked in the mirror above the sink. The denim jeans on his legs scratched against his skin (well, technically it was metal, but he was used to calling it skin), but he didn't feel any discomfort, what with him not having nerves. The large violet t-shirt hung off his slight frame. Upon seeing this colour, he involuntarily thought of the first nightmare he had, the day after they'd been created. Seeing the four, large animatronics walking down that dark hallway, following them, the flash of purple he'd seen, and then the fire, the terrified expression of the man in the purple suit, and then soon after, he heard the loud, tortured screams of the man, who had seemed to be in great pain-

Goldie twitched. Thinking of that nightmare was making his software bug out. It was almost exactly like the effect that flashlight had on him, forcing his software to try and solve the problem as it thought it should. Right now, it thought that maybe these nightmares were because of a bug in the programming or the damage he'd taken from the kids and fangirls. It was getting overheated, and it decided to freeze all non-vital functions in his mind until it could get things sorted out. That meant he couldn't see, couldn't hear, and couldn't move. All he could do was breathe.

He wasn't sure how long he stood there. He lost track of time as his software ran through the images of the nightmare, trying to sort things out.

Goldie wasn't sure how much time passed when he finally came back to his senses. He had collapsed in a heap on the floor. He blinked, trying to focus, but all he could see was a purple blob. He could also hear something, but be couldn't quite tell what it was.

It took a minute for him to be able to see and hear clearly again, and when he could, he was quite surprised.

"Goldie? Are you all right?" Vincent asked. "Goldie? What happened?"

Goldie shook his head. "Um, my software just spazzed out. Probably from the damage those kids did. It's nothing."

Vincent stood up and offered Goldie his hand. Goldie took it, and Vincent hauled him to his feet.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Vincent asked again. Goldie was surprised to hear what sounded like genuine concern in his voice.

The robot nodded as he dusted off his clothes. "Yeah. I'm fine." Goldie looked up at him and was struck by a sudden feeling of recognition. Yes, of course he had seen Vincent around the restaurant before, but somehow it seemed like he'd seen Vincent before Zoe had built them. But that was impossible, because he hadn't been alive before that.

"Anyway," Vincent said, interrupting his thoughts. "I kind of need to talk to you."

Goldie raised an eyebrow. "About what?"

Vincent hesitated, then shrugged. "Just- You did a good job at work today."

Goldie knew that wasn't what he had actually wanted to talk about, but he didn't want to force him into speaking, so he smiled. "Thanks." He turned around and walked out of the bathroom.

xXx

Foxy sighed and leaned against the wall in Pirate's Cove. "Those bloody kids," he muttered as he polished his hook with his sleeve. "Can't believe we're going to have to deal with them every day."

Bonnie nodded and tossed his bunny ears into the foam pit in the center of the room. "Yeah. That was fucking unreal."

"Humans are weird," Teddy agreed. He raised his arm to adjust his jacket, and his shoulder creaked while doing so. He grimaced. "Do you guys know if Zoe is still here? I've been meaning to ask her to about my shoulder. It's turning a kind of reddish brownish colour, and I don't know why."

Foxy shrugged, holding his hook up to the light to examine it. "I think she's in the Parts and Service room."

Teddy nodded. "Thanks," he said, getting up from his spot on the floor. He walked through the open curtains and headed off towards the hallway. As he did so, Goldie walked from the hallway and accidentally bumped into Teddy. Goldie mumbled a quick apology, then sat down at one of the tables.

A feeling of sorrow immediately washed over Foxy. Looking at Goldie, he felt like he'd done something... wrong. Like he should be apologizing for something, even though he was fairly sure that he hadn't actually done anything. He'd barely interacted with Goldie at all since they had been made a few weeks ago, so there wasn't really anything to apologize for, wasn't there? But that could have actually been the problem. Maybe he felt guilty that he hadn't spoken to Goldie as much as he should have been. They were technically brothers, after all. And weren't brothers supposed to actually talk to each other?

Foxy shook his head and turned away. He didn't like this emotion. It was like a strange, hollow feeling in his stomach that wouldn't go away.

He suddenly realized that Bonnie had been talking and moved his attention to what he was saying.

"-and his bright clothing just ticks me off for some reason," Bonnie said, oblivious to Foxy's discomfort. "He's always so happy, and it's just annoying."

Foxy nodded, trying to seem like he had been listening the whole time. He wasn't quite sure who Bonnie was griping about, but he assumed it was Tonnie, whom everyone considered Bonnie's actual brother. Sure, they were all made by Zoe, but everyone just acted like the originals and the Toys were related to each other more than the others were, like Foxy with Mangle, Tia with Chica, and Freddy with Teddy.

Bonnie continued talking, and Foxy joined in, complaining about Mangle's own bright outfits and cheerful personality. His heart wasn't really in it, however. He was still thinking of Goldie, and what disastrous thing he could possibly have done to the golden automaton.