kay but like zoe was gonna be the main character here but now all of a sudden it's goldie idk why

shit i forgot the shout outs last time im soRRY

SHOUT OUTS: Guest (i dont fuckin caaare) and maibigbutt (A: idk. probably just die from stress overload.)

Chapter 24

Goldie was laying down in his sleeping bag when he heard Chica and Tia walk in. Tia was chattering excitedly while Chica stayed politely silent, listening as her friend rambled on. As soon as they walked in, Goldie closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. He had skipped the work day and just hid out in the bathroom for the entire eight hours, and he didn't want anyone asking him where he'd been. Luckily, the two girls didn't seem to notice him.

The day had been quite boring, hiding in the bathroom for eight hours, but he had been too nervous to go out there and interact with the others, especially with Vincent. Their boss had a reputation for losing his temper for the littlest of reasons, and though no one had actually ever yelled at Goldie yet, he was pretty sure that he wouldn't enjoy the experience.

After a short (and quite one-sided) conversation, Tia and Chica both slid into their sleeping bags and went to sleep.

Goldie lay in his own sleeping bag, trying to sleep, but last night's dream kept him awake. What if he dreamed about it again? It hadn't really been scary, so he wasn't sure whether it qualified as a nightmare or not, but whatever the case, it hadn't been particularly enjoyable.

Maybe if I go to sleep, I'll dream about something else, he thought. Then I'll be thinking about that dream instead.

He sighed and closed his eyes to go to sleep when he heard the doors open, and Freddy's voice echoed off the walls. "How did that even happen?"

"I don't know," Springtrap's frustrated voice replied. "I was just standing there, and suddenly there's a gash in my arm, and there's oil everywhere."

"How many times has this happened?"

"I don't know. I stopped keeping track around twelve." There was an annoyed sigh, followed by a whump as Springtrap flopped down on her sleeping bag.

There was a rustle of fabric as Freddy sat down on his own. "Did you talk to Zoe?"

"Yeah. She repaired it, more or less." She paused. "Hey, did you ever ask Teddy about that orange spot on his shoulder?"

"Yeah. I told him he should see Zoe about it, but he thinks it looks cool. I thought it was rust, maybe, but it feels more like paint."

"How would you know what rust feels like, anyway? How would you know the difference?"

Freddy didn't reply.

Springtrap sighed. "Well, goodnight then." There was a rustling sound as she crawled into her sleeping bag. There was a short pause, and then Freddy squirmed into his as well.

Goldie thought about their conversation until he finally fell asleep.

xXx

Goldie wasn't in the house with the yellow bear again. He was concerned, as all the other dreams he'd had while he wasn't in the house had been terrible, like the last one, and the couple others before.

Instead of being inside the house, he was curled up under a table. Tears ran down his face, and he was snivelling like a little kid. He wiped his eyes and glanced around. Chairs and other tables were scattered everywhere, and he could see children in between the chairs and tables, knocking things over and yelling. He appeared to be in some kind of restaurant.

Goldie was just about to close his eyes and wait for when this dream would turn into a nightmare, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"He left without you."

Goldie gasped and looked around for the yellow bear hopefully, but it was nowhere in sight. He was probably just imagining things. His hope deflated, but then he heard it again.

"He knows that you hate it here."

He looked up. Still no bear. Nevertheless, he hopeful once again. He obviously wasn't alone.

"You are right beside the exit," the bear's disembodied voice said. "If you run, you can make it."

Goldie hesitated. He didn't get up.

"Hurry, run towards the exit," the voice urged.

Goldie took a deep, shaky breath. He wiped the tears from his face and crawled out from under the table. He got to his feet and looked around.

He had been right. He was in a restaurant. There were waiters walking around, handing out platters of pizza to people. A bunch of kids were running around, pizza sauce smeared across their faces and all over their fingers. And just behind the table he had been laying under was a big picture of a bright yellow bear with a purple top hat and bow tie.

So that's where the voice is coming from, Goldie thought. He began walking towards the right side of the room, but the voice interrupted.

"No! Don't you remember what you saw? The exit is the other way! Hurry and leave."

The voice sounded very urgent, so Goldie figured that he'd better follow its advice. He turned to run the other way, but an oddly familiar, yellow, bear-looking robot blocked his path. For some reason, the sight of it made him terrified.

"It's too late. Hurry, run the other way and find someone who can help! You know what will happen if he catches you!"

Goldie wanted to point out that, no, he actually did not know, and would not like to either, but he decided not to argue. He turned around and ran past the bear picture and towards a couple of tables. He looked to his right and saw two silhouettes that looked similar to the bear robot. He was hesitant to go anywhere near them.

"You can find help if you can get past them," the bear's voice encouraged him. "You have to be strong."

He was still feeling a little scared, even with the bear encouraging him. What would happen if he went near those things? He glanced back at the yellow robot, but instead ended up seeing something else.

The robot was still there, but there was a pair of doors next to the bear picture that he hadn't noticed before. They were wide open, and in the room beyond was a person dressed all in purple. His hat, his shirt, his pants- all the same shade of bright violet. The person was facing another in an odd looking yellow-green suit. The purple person slid a mask that resembled a rabbit over the other person's head. Goldie didn't know why, but this made him even more scared. The only reason he didn't scream was because he knew that while the little yellow bear wasn't there physically, it was still- there, kind of, which meant that he wasn't completely alone.

The person in purple straightened out the other one's mask and nodded in satisfaction. Then the red doors of the room seemed to swing shut of their own accord.

Goldie was still absolutely terrified, so he turned and ran away. He heard the heavy clanking of metal footsteps and started crying once again. He collapsed in fear, and curled up under another table as the giant yellow robot stood over him.

"Tomorrow is another day."

Upon hearing these words and the reassuring voice of his yellow bear friend, Goldie almost- almost- felt alright.