idk what the fuck happened to vincent's character

like at the beginning he was like "i'm scary and intimidating and an extremely hateable person" and now he's just "look at my smol animatronic children fUCK I TRIPPED OVER A CHAIR"

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Chapter 43

*One month later*

Goldie was in the restaurant again. He glanced around. He appeared to be under a table. He put a hand up to his face and felt tears spilling down his cheeks.

"He hates you," a voice suddenly spoke up. He looked around for the source of the voice and saw the large picture of the yellow bear on the wall.

Goldie gulped. He didn't know who the bear was talking about, but he had the feeling that he didn't want to know.

"You have to get up," the bear continued. "You can get out this time, but you have to hurry."

Goldie hesitantly crawled out from under the table and stood up. He looked to his left. There was a set of doors there, and unlike last time he was here, there was no animatronic blocking the way. He glanced around. If he tried to leave, wouldn't somebody try to stop him?

He walked over to the door and looked back. No one seemed to notice he was leaving. He pushed the doors open and stepped outside.

There was a car sitting in the parking lot, and he saw the little yellow bear plushie hiding behind it, watching him. He immediately felt better knowing that he wasn't alone, but he was still scared. He wasn't safe until he was back home, wherever that was.

There was a girl standing in the parking lot, all alone, hugging a yellow bunny plush to her chest. Goldie approached her. She seemed to perk up as soon as she noticed him. She held out the bunny for him to see. "Where is your plush toy? Mine is Spring Bonnie," she said excitedly. Goldie pointed at the yellow bear hiding behind the truck, but she didn't seem to notice it, and instead continued talking. "My Daddy says I have to be careful with him or I will pinch my finger." She looked at the plush fondly. "He is a finger trap, he says." The girl hugged the bunny to her chest once more, looking satisfied having said her piece.

Goldie stared at her for a moment, then shrugged and continued on his way. He walked over to the sidewalk on the edge of the parking lot. He proceeded to walk along the sidewalk until he saw another little girl. This one had red hair and bright green eyes, and was not carrying a plush. Goldie started towards her and saw the head of the bear plush sprouting out of a flower. He found this a bit strange, but he was glad to know that it was still with him.

Goldie walked up to the girl. She didn't seem to notice him at first; she was just staring off into space. Suddenly, she jumped and backed away from him, as though he'd scared her. "You'd better watch out," she whispered, a hint of a warning in her voice. "I hear they come to life at night."

Goldie stepped away from the girl. What was she talking about?

"And if you die," she said, "they hide your body and never tell anyone."

Goldie shivered. This girl was freaking him out. And why did she look so familiar?

Suddenly, the girl smiled, as though nothing was wrong. "Why do you look so worried? See you at the party!" She giggled, and skipped away.

Goldie blinked in confusion as he watched her retreat. What had that been about? He was starting to get scared now. He ran down the sidewalk and came across a boy sitting on the side of the road. He was laughing horribly loud, and Goldie was surprised he hadn't heard him sooner.

Goldie walked up to him, glancing around for the yellow bear. Sure enough, there it was, hiding in a drain next to the sidewalk.

The boy laughed harder when Goldie reached him. "Aren't you the kid who always hides under the table and cries?"

Goldie felt his eyes well up with tears again. He didn't want to be known as that kid.

"No one else is scared!" the boy pointed out when he saw Goldie's tears. "Why are you? Stop being such a baby!"

Goldie wanted to point out that he was, in fact, a baby, at least right now, and if he could change that, he would. Unfortunately, his crying made it really hard to speak, so he gave up and continued along the sidewalk. Eventually, he came across another boy. This one was holding a pink balloon and standing next to a blue car parked on the road. He looked up as Goldie approached. "Are you coming to the party?" he asked. "Everyone is going to the party." He studied Goldie for a moment, then laughed. "Oh wait, you have to go! It's YOUR birthday!"

Goldie was confused. He was throwing a party? He shook his head and left the boy behind. He saw a house up ahead, and he was sure that it was his. He ran up to the door and reached for the doorknob. He had to jump to grab hold of it, but he eventually got the door open and walked through. He entered in the living room and saw the yellow bear sitting on the couch. "Be careful," it warned as Goldie walked towards it. He picked it up and carried it with him through the doorway to the right. He walked past a grandfather clock and into the room with the pink bed and robot parts. He heard a deep, rumbling laugh when he walked in, and immediately turned around and ran out of the room. He heard more laughter as he passed the clock, so he quickly dashed into the room with the four plushies sitting in a group against the far wall. Unfortunately, as soon as he entered, someone in a red fox mask jumped out at him from under the bed, making a loud screech/roar/growl sound. Goldie screamed and collapsed on the floor in a fit of tears.

"Tomorrow is another day."

xXx

Goldie shot up straight in his bed, breathing heavily. For a moment, he thought he was still in that dream, but after a few seconds, he realized that he was safe in his bed at home. He sighed in relief, but then remembered that this house was likely the same one as the one in his dreams. He had the sudden urge to look under the bed for the fox-masked person.

He glanced to his left at the other four small beds in the room. It was still pitch-black, but luckily he and the other animatronics had been built with a flashlights in their eyes. He turned them on and saw Mari, Springtrap, Chica, and Freddy all sound asleep, the sounds of Mari's music box echoing through the room.

Suddenly, Chica's voice was screaming in his head. GOLDIE! GOLDIE, WHERE ARE YOU? Her voice lowered to a panicked whisper. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, this is bad, this is bad, this is bad!

Goldie! Orange's voice called. Dude, where are you?

Grey, do you know where he is? Chica asked, a worried tone in her voice.

I don't know! Grey shouted, sounded just as concerned. I thought we had him!

GOLDIE, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? Red shrieked.

Dude, you need to chill, Violet said.

You don't understand! Red yelled. He sounded even more scared than Chica and Grey combined. I don't want him to go through this again!

Red, maybe you need to- Chica started, but Red interrupted. NO! You don't get it! All of this was my fault in the first place, and if it happens again-

What's going on? Goldie asked.

Everyone went silent. Then they all started talking in his head at once, Red's voice being the loudest.

Oh my god, thank fuck you're-

HOLY SHIT WHERE WERE YOU-

-glad you're okay, we were getting-

-WAS SO WORRIED-

-didn't know where-

-DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN-

What's going on-

-ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK-

Calm down! Goldie yelled, and the shouting ceased. What's going on? Why did I have another one of those dreams? Where were you guys?

Where were WE? Red bellowed. Where were YOU? I was worried sick, Michael!

Red! Grey yelled. Calm down! The good thing is, he's back now.

How did that happen? Goldie asked. I thought I wouldn't be having any more of those dreams. You guys said you were protecting me from those.

We were, Blue replied. Maybe some other spirit blocked us from you?

It's possible, Grey mused. I have noticed that there's been unusual spirit activity, especially around the pizzeria and this house. Maybe a few of them got lost and wandered it way into Goldie's mind, breaking our defences.

I don't care how it happened! Red exclaimed. As long as it doesn't happen again.

Right, Magenta agreed. If we lose control again-

That would be bad, Turquoise concluded.

That would be HORRIBLE, Red corrected. This can't happen again. I wouldn't- His voice suddenly broke off, as if he were interrupted mid-sentence.

Oh, he must have woken up, Pink observed.

Well, we still have a couple hours of sleep left, Amber said. Goldie, why don't you go back to sleep and finish charging?

Goldie heard footsteps down the hall of the left hallway and shook his head. Yeah, sure. You guys just go back to the dreamscape. I'll join you in a minute.

As the voices faded from his head one by one, Goldie pushed the covers off him and stood up. He walked over to the door and opened it slowly, being careful not to make any noise. He poked his head out and glanced down the hallway. Foxy was walking towards him, his one eye lit up so he could see in the dark house. Goldie quickly turned off his own flashlights so the light wouldn't irritate Foxy like it had before.

Foxy saw oldie and jumped, obviously surprised that Goldie was already awake. "Goldie!" he whisper-shouted. "What are you doing up?" He turned off his own flashlight, as he probably thought that the light still affected Goldie the same way it did him. Goldie decided not to tell him that it didn't, because that would just confuse him and raise a lot of questions.

"I could ask you the same thing," Goldie said.

Foxy furrowed his brow. "Hmm. Well, I asked first."

"But I asked you second," Goldie fired back.

"That makes no sense."

Goldie sighed. "Alright. I couldn't sleep," he lied. "What about you? What are you doing over here? Isn't your bedroom over there?" Goldie pointed back down the hallway Foxy had come from.

Foxy shrugged. "Yeah. I- I don't know." He stared at Goldie for a second before hesitantly asking, "Are you okay?"

Goldie thought for a moment. "You mean aside from the fact that I keep having recurring nightmares, and voices are yelling in my head most of the time, and I'm a dead child who's possessing the body of an animatronic and I most likely died a very painful, horrible, untimely death? Yeah, I'm perfect, thanks for asking."

Foxy blinked. "What?"

Goldie waved away the question. "Whatever. What about you?"

"I'm fine..." Foxy still looked incredibly confused. "Um, are you sure you're fine?"

"Yeah, I'm good."

Foxy stared at him. "Okay... Well, I'm just going to go back to bed then..." He turned and walked back down the hallway, muttering to himself.

Goldie sighed and went back into his room.