i'm trying to decide what my name's gonna be and rn it's between sebastian, daniel, and jonah so until i figure it out my username's just gonna be my initials from my birth name

also i went back and edited some previous chapters (every single one up to 20) and i added some extra little things in some chapters (like some foreshadowing) and i changed zoe's first person chapters to third person so if you wanna re-read those then please do

like please re-read them they're so much better now

Chapter 27

Chica had been the first one to reach Goldie when he collapsed on the floor. The voices in her head were raging.

What the FUCK? Orange's voice screamed.

Is he remembering? Amber asked, panic in their voice.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god-. Violet sounded absolutely terrified.

Okay, I wasn't there when all this first happened, so somebody had better explain, Yellow Green demanded.

"My thoughts exactly," Chica muttered, kneeling over Goldie and pushing him onto his back. "What's wrong with him?"

All the other voices went silent when Grey replied. He's finally remembered, like you have.

What? Chica thought. I haven't remembered anything.

You remembered what being alive was like. You remember pain. You remember what food tastes like. None of us remember. We can finally talk to him, too.

"Talk to him?" Chica whispered. "Like, the way you talk to me?"

Yes. We can pull him out of his nightmares and protect him. We can prevent is supposed to happen.

"What's supposed to-" She sighed. "Never mind." She looked up and saw that everyone else who had surrounded Goldie were staring at her. She figured that she probably looked pretty weird, talking to herself.

Chica stood up. "I'll go get Zoe."

"But we don't have a car!" Mangle protested.

"I don't care," she said, walking towards the door." How else are we supposed to get help?"

Nobody responded.

Chica stood up and began to run.

xXx

Zoe closed up Foxy's chest plates. She was fairly sure that she had repaired all of the damage from that night when Mari had found the music box. As long as Fritz had fixed his software, hopefully he could be reactivated.

Zoe looked up at Fritz. "Okay. Go ahead."

Fritz nodded. "Here goes nothing." He pressed a few keys on his laptop, and the wires leading from the control panel to Foxy's hands sparked. Foxy jolted and sat bolt upright.

He glanced around in a panic. "What did I miss?" He looked down at his naked body. "Where the fuck are my clothes?"

Zoe picked up his clothes off the floor. "Relax. There's not even anything you need to cover up." She tossed the pile of fabric onto his lap.

Foxy pulled on his t-shirt. "How long have I been out?"

Fritz shrugged. "About two days."

"Bloody bones," Foxy whispered as he struggled to pull on his pants. "That long?"

Zoe nodded. "We found a house for you guys to stay in. Everyone else is already there, but we should probably keep you here for another hour just to keep an eye on you and make sure you're working properly."

Just then, the door burst open and Chica dashed in. She glanced at Foxy, then turned to Zoe. "Something's wrong with Goldie."

That was all Chica said, but it was enough to send Zoe into a panic. "Get to the truck!" she yelled, grabbing her coat and pulling it on. Fritz unplugged his laptop and shoved it into his bag. Zoe snatched her toolbox from the floor. She grabbed Foxy's hook and pulled him out the door after Chica and Fritz. They sprinted out of the restaurant and piled into Zoe's truck. Zoe and Fritz tossed their toolbox and laptop into the back seat with Chica and Foxy. Zoe tore out of the parking lot and sped down the street.

"Nice to see you, Foxy," Chica said, buckling her seat belt.

"Nice to see you, too," Foxy replied. "Now will someone explain?"

Chica took a deep breath and told them about how Goldie had positioned each of them in different areas in the master bedroom and then collapsed.

Zoe had no words. First it had been Foxy, then Goldie. Which one of her kids would go haywire next?

My kids. Zoe was surprised at herself. That was something she hadn't thought about for weeks. She'd been too distracted by the pizzeria and her new job to think much about that. A memory fought its way into her mind, and she pushed it back. She didn't have time for that now. She had to focus on the task at hand. She pulled herself out of her thoughts and focused on the road.

"Did he fall apart like I did?" Foxy asked.

Chica shook her head. "No. He just crumpled."

"Then it probably wasn't anything with the lighting," Foxy mumbled.

Everyone was silent for a moment. Then Fritz spoke. "Goldie tried to kill me a few nights ago."

Zoe tore her eyes off the road and whirled to face him. "He what?"

"I didn't want to tell anyone because I thought that maybe the pizzeria would be shut down for good." Fritz leaned back in his seat. "He just started walking towards the office. I wouldn't have thought twice about it, but he looked- weird on the cameras."

"Like, how weird?" Chica asked curiously.

"You can explain later," Zoe interrupted as she pulled into the driveway of the house. "If we need any help, we should call Vincent. He said he used to be a mechanic, so maybe he could help out if we need it."

The four of them got out of the vehicle and dashed up the steps. When they got inside, Chica took the lead and ran past the grandfather clock (which was lying on the floor in pieces for some reason) and down the hallway. They ran through a door in the left side of the corridor and entered the master bedroom.

Goldie was lying on the bed, covered in blankets. He was shivering, and Springtrap and Freddy sat one the edge of the bed, seeming unsure of what to do. Tia, Tonnie, and Mangle were all huddled in one corner, whispering. All three of them looked concerned, and they kept glancing at Goldie as though they were waiting for something to happen. BB was standing in the doorway to the other hall, looking as though he was about to cry. Mari stood next to him, her arm around his shoulder. She was talking quietly, probably trying to reassure him, but she looked just as upset, if not more. Teddy and Bonnie were both sitting on the floor. They were talking and laughing and acting like everything was fine, but their laughs were forced and half-hearted, and they kept sneaking concerned glances at the bed.

Everyone looked up when Fritz, Zoe, Foxy, and Chica walked into the room. All of them but Goldie started talking all at once.

"-was acting really weird when we got here-"

"-under the window at the end of the living room hall-"

"-started running-"

"-were in the kitchen making pizza-"

"-arm started leaking oil-"

"-nice to see Foxy's back-"

"-playing hide and seek-"

"Everyone shut up!" Fritz yelled.

Everyone did.

Zoe walked over to the bed. "We'll take him back to the pizzeria and try to get him fixed up. Hopefully, he'll be fine by Halloween." She pulled the blankets off Goldie and picked him up. "Chica, you can give Foxy a tour of the place and help him get settled in. I'll bring his work clothes and his pyjamas over later. I'll get Raina to take the rest of you shopping for costumes tomorrow." She turned and walked out without another word.

another shitty ending to another shitty chapter

damn tho i'm doing really well with the updates this month

i'll try to get a halloween chapter up either later this week or sometime in the first half of november

either way there will be a halloween chapter i don't care if i get it out in fuckin january there will be one