I Don't Own Fnaf


The rest of the exploration of the old Afton house was... underwhelming in a very general sense. Goldie didn't get any more realizations from seeing his sister's now abandoned room, which was in much the same state as his had been, being left alone after having been cleaned up once a few months ago. Michael's room had been changed into the puppet's who was awkwardly floating around while Goldie simply looked around.

He was tempted to go upstairs and look around, but... well, he didn't go up there much when he was a child. He was pretty sure he had been scared of heights, he might still have been, but it didn't really matter right now. Instead he found himself more or less trapped in a talk with Marionette and Foxy, both of which were much more interested in the idea of him performing than he was. He didn't mind, it was nice to feel like he was being a part of something again, it had been a while.

Though it turns out coming up with a routine was a lot more effort than Goldie had expected, it was a lot more than just memorizing lines apparently, given they themselves were the ones tasked to come up with the lines themselves now that someone couldn't just program them with jokes.

For a silent performer, Marionette sure had a lot to add and it was clear the puppet was a natural at performing, just like Foxy, even if he choose to go about it in a different way than Foxy did, he was a lot more physically actively, and while it was clear he was trying to work in the idea of lines to help Goldie come up with something in the first hour after he had made the decision to maybe get on a stage, it was also clear he was trying to put more than a bit of body mannerisms into the line up.

He didn't mind much, it was actually pretty interesting to see how the two other animatronics went about it, sure he had seen Foxy practice more than a few times at this point, but hadn't seen the part where he was actively brainstorming. The main issue though was fitting Goldie into a routine that the bear would be comfortable with. He had already clearly marked off anything to do with singing or dancing, which struck a big part of both Foxy's and Marionette's preferred kinds of performing. Which left comedy, and given Goldie didn't particularly find himself that funny or with all that much to laugh about compared to the high energy Foxy, it was clear that they're personalities probably wouldn't mesh well together on stage unless that was a part of the joke.

Hence Marionette and Foxy now bouncing ideas off each other about Goldie being the 'straight man' to Foxy's pirate antics.

Needless to say, this wasn't really how he was expecting this day to go for him, as he found himself speaking up for the first time in a few minutes now.

"How are we going to fit me into a pirate theme by the way? How does Marionette fit as well?" He hadn't really thought about it, but... Puppets weren't really something you saw much on a pirate crew. The question seemed to catch the two by surprise, as the fox and puppet stared at each other for a moment before finally Marionette just shrugged.

"I mean, it's a loose theme? Foxy's the star so the place is styled after him, but it's not like it's a rule. I mean, I think we only really have one or two arcade games that could be considered at all pirate-like... I could get an eyepatch though, or maybe have Mike get me a pirate hat... We haven't really kept with the ship theme thinking about it" Foxy seemed to realize that a bit slower but was a bit more... loud about it when he realized.

"Yer right! We need to be reworking somethings! Good call Goldie!" Goldie himself absently just wondered how much work he just accidently placed onto the shoulders of the human workers to appease the sudden demanding look in the fox's eye. That feeling moved to mild dread as the fox's eye found itself locked onto Goldie as his head tilted to the side for a long moment before asking, "Yer like Freddy right? You got a spot on your top for a hat to be put on?"

Goldie slowly nodded, as he reached up and absently felt over the small weird screw port on the top of his head where once upon a time a purple hat used to be screwed into place to keep it from falling. Foxy seemed to light up at that admission saying happily.

"Matching hats! What's a crew without pirate hats!" Marionette chimed in quickly.

"That sounds really nice, though it might take a while to get the parts made, it'd basically be an upgrade to your suits and would be needed to be durable enough to handle your two's heavy movements" Goldie glanced at the puppet and asked.

"Thinking about getting out of this?" The puppet just waved him off.

"No, but while we're three completely different models, you and Foxy are the ones with much more bulk and inflexibility to your limbs. Foxy would tear through any pirate's coat we could get from some costume store just by moving suddenly unless he's careful. Not to mention you Goldie are massive, it'd have to be custom for all of us to get anything that would properly fits any of our dimensions with the idea that'll last longer than a few days at most" That seemed to take some of the wind out of Foxy's sails, but he did his best to bounce back as he said quickly.

"Aye, suppose so, but that just means our stuff will be the best! We should get on that as soon as possible" Marionette shook his head again, and said calmly back.

"That would be nice, but we're saving business expenses to get a van for the business right now, that way we can move you both without risking Mike's car every time. Extras for outfits might take a while to get to, plus we'd have to find a company who can make the outfits as well to fit our needs" That seemed to deflate the fox even more, Goldie felt kind of bad, Marionette clearly did as well, as he said quickly after, "But if all goes well then I'm sure we'll be able to do something like that in no time"

"Yeah... but yer's right, kind of forgot about that, it was a while since we last talked about it right?" Goldie could vaguely remember Mike talking about it with Fritz when the two had rented out that box van for moving stuff around a few months ago, but hadn't heard anything much since, yet Marionette just shook his head.

"I mean, not really... Or, well, maybe it's been a bit since someone brought it up with you Foxy, but Mike talked about it with Jeremy not to long ago when he was over last, they've been working towards it for a bit now, it's to useful too be able to have on hand in case we need to move stuff around in the future, with how some of the machines have been, it's a good idea to have something to move the arcades around in case we have to switch things around, stuff like that" Goldie hadn't known about any of that, and from the looks of things, Foxy hadn't either.

"R-right, uh, nah no one told me about it" Goldie might have been imagining it, but for a second he swore he thought Foxy sounded faintly listless, but instead Goldie found himself more interested in asking Marionette.

"I haven't really been told much about the business side of things" Marionette just shrugged.

"It doesn't really come up much and it's never all that interesting, I'm involved a lot with the merch creation and stuff, but the rest when it comes to expenses is mostly kept up on by Jeremy, I know a bit because he runs everything by Mike so we talk about it sometimes. But it's nothing that you two have to worry about" Goldie just nodded, it made sense, there were probably a lot of business decisions that Michael, as the owner, had to make in the background with the help of Jeremy to keep the place running. Performing was only just a small part of actually having the Cove run smoothly.

Foxy was strangely quiet, as he glanced between the two just for a second before Goldie found himself asking before he could think better of it.

"How much do you talk about it all with Michael?" Goldie obviously knew the two were incredibly close, close in a way that he didn't always get to be honest, he couldn't imagine dealing with anyone for basically every second of every day, it sounded beyond exhausting. Still, he was curious about what the answer he would get from the puppet about the man, he didn't really talk about his brother much, mostly just with the man himself. Marionette seemed to lightly twitch for some reason before saying back.

"Business wise? I mean... I guess most things, at least when it comes up when we're together, which is most of the time" Goldie just nodded, he wasn't sure what exactly he had been expecting, Foxy however seemed to jump back into the conversation by suddenly steering it in a completely different and very unexpected direction.

"Yer's about twenty right Mari?" The puppet tilted his head to the side in confusion at the sudden switch but nodded all the same, as Foxy continued on, "What all do you remember then? I've been curious about yah, and given Goldie here's already addressed the past today, I was just wondering..." Goldie himself was just staring at Foxy, really not knowing at all where they had come from, but thinking it was definitely something the two should talk about later, when the puppet chimed up saying a bit too casually.

"Not much of anything to be honest" Right, well, now Goldie was interested as he found himself saying.

"Nothing at all? How did you manage that?" Foxy added his own continued interest in as well, saying quickly.

"Right, cause normally it's like a dam, once you start remembering then you don't really stop, and you've never been damaged like the rest of us to make us forget" Goldie spoke up again, a sudden realization hitting him.

"Unless you were and you've been constantly blocking the memories out since then... But that would require you actively fighting them off" It was the way that Marionette suddenly tensed up and looked incredibly uncomfortable for both of the other animatronics to realize, right, maybe this was incredibly insensitive and a way to blunt a way to talk about something that both knew was not a small topic. A squirming uncomfortable faint guilt pulled at Goldie as he said quickly, "But, I mean, if you don't want to talk about it?"

Marionette just tensed for a moment, looking between the two animatronics for a long moment before sighing suddenly as he said.

"I mean, I guess you two are the best people to talk about this kind of thing huh?" That implied...

"You haven't talked to Michael about it?"

"Not... really, I've, uh, been having nightmares he knows about them, but not what they're about..." Foxy tilted his head to the side before asking plainly, though clearly trying to not be too serious or lax about it.

"And what are you dreaming about?" The puppet just shrugged.

"Memories? Maybe? I don't really know, it's... I think I maybe put some kind of block up in my head to keep them out, but when I'm dreaming sometimes I recall things and there's this... thing, demanding that I remember, but I usually wake up before I can do anything" Marionette seemed incredibly uncomfortable over it, while Foxy just asked curiously.

"Why do that? Did... Was yer living life not... Great?"

"I- I mean, I don't think so, what I do remember wasn't anything bad or anything, I... I think my parents taught me to bake actually, it's just pointless to remember, I don't need those memories. I don't want them either"

"Why?" Marionette just shrugged, trying very hard to look suddenly unaffected, though Goldie wasn't blind enough to believe that, a faint creaking feeling building in his chest as he listened to the words that the puppet spoke next.

"Why would I want to remember? I have everything I could want now"

"That's stupid" Marionette let out a surprised chime at the sudden harsh words, and Goldie wasn't quite sure where the hell they came from, or where the next ones were coming from either, but he was already speaking before he could help it, "You're scared of what you'll find in your past that will make your present feel wrong or incomplete"

"I- I... No! That's not it at all" Goldie just gave the puppet a look before saying.

"No? Then what is it then?" That stumped the animatronic as he just looked away before saying after a minute, changing his tune to being much more defensive than rejecting what the bear was saying.

"So what? Is it that wrong to just want to have what I have now and not think about something that doesn't matter anymore"

"It matters Marionette, it always matters. It's frankly stupid to think it doesn't" That got the puppet to finally bristle up, and while a small part of Goldie did realize that he probably was pushing on something he had no real business in, this situation, in this house, with his own past, made the idea of someone hiding from their own when there wasn't even the chance of it being as horrid as his own had been, in which he had done much the same... It made the bear angry.

"I- It's frankly none of your business"

"No, but it's your business, and that means it's no doubt my brother's as well, and I don't want him being hurt because another animatronic couldn't handle their own memories" The bear hadn't expected that to come out of his own mouth until he had said it, and right afterwards he pushed down the sudden feeling of guilt of his own actions from months back where he tormented and helped break down his brother who had only been trying to help. He knew his actions could be justified, but that logic didn't do much to help his own feelings these days.

It seemed his brother was not only a weak point of his, as that seemed to break the puppet out of whatever anger spiral he was close to getting into himself over the matter, as Marionette's face simply defaulted back into its standard smile, before he said in a much more suddenly subdued voice.

"And what am I supposed to do? What... What do I do if I let myself remember somehow? What does that give me? Memories of my parents who I'll never get to see again? A childhood of happiness to compare to the horrible years that followed it until now that I know I'll never get back? That past is gone and done with, I don't think it's bad to not want to deal with that" Goldie was more than ready to keep ripping into the puppet when Foxy spoke up before he could for the first time in a minute.

"La-... Mari, I get it, feeling like having them doesn't... do anything, but it's not bad to have those memories. I have plenty of my family and I remember more every week" The Pirate voice was gone, it wasn't 'Foxy' but the person behind the persona, it made Marionette focus on the teen in spite of himself as the fox continued, "It does hurt sometimes, I don't... I can't remember things I wish I could, and sometimes I kind of wish I didn't remember anything at all... I get it being almost senseless, but denying myself a part of who I used to be does nothing to help me, even if I have no interest in being anyone but Foxy. Plus it's not bad either, you lived here, you know? Maybe we knew each other? I used to know Michael and Goldie both, even if we hardly ever talked or interacted much"

Wait what? Goldie knew Foxy when they were kids?! That was... something he'd have to talk about with the fox later, the two didn't really talk about their pasts much, heck, Goldie didn't even know Foxy's original name... Did Foxy know his name was Evan? He really needed to have that talk later. But for the time being he glanced back at Marionette who looked incredibly contemplative and... suddenly a lot more intrigued looking. Right, Goldie held back from huffing, of course, they should have just led with Michael, that would have convinced the puppet way sooner.

It was also no doubt the reason Marionette hadn't ever brought it up with the man, because if there was one thing Goldie knew for certain about his brother is that the man could hardly leave things alone, there was no way Michael wouldn't at least try to convince the puppet to learn more about himself and his past, and he'd have way more luck than anyone else who would try. Still, it seemed he and Foxy were doing a pretty good job at it.

"Maybe... It doesn't matter right now though, but..." Marionette trailed off but that was probably about as far as they were going to get with it right now. It's hardly like the puppet could just actively choose to just remember everything right this second, if that was the case then Goldie himself wouldn't have even bothered to come here to this house if he didn't have to... Thinking of...

"I'm going to go upstairs for a bit, look around" All this talk made him a bit more interested in heading up to the second floor and looking through the office up there, even if he knew it probably wouldn't be bringing back any good memories, it made him a bit more tempted to do so anyways.


Mike was silently doing his damnedest to not freak out at the moment, as he watched as the two figures of broken down shattered toy animatronics rushed in their lumbering way right at him and Fritz, a familiar look of haunted light in their voids for eyes. Right...

"RUN!" Reaching over his hand gripped tight onto Fritz's wrist who was still staring at the animatronics in shock before letting out a yelp as Mike turned and in a full sprint dragged the shorter man along as they rushed down the back rows of shelves. The sounds of rusted and poorly treated servos whirling in the background along with the sudden increase in heavy foot falls told Mike all he needed to know if they were being chased or not as Fritz in a half stumbling run, barely keeping up with Mike's dragging, half yelled out.

"I- I thought they were gone!" Mike just said back quickly.

"They were!" He knew they were! This was the last thing Marionette would ever lie about, which means something else was going on here as Mike and Fritz quickly found themselves reaching the end wall of the warehouse and quickly needing to make the decision of just what the hell they were going to do. They were pinned by the warehouse wall to their right and the filled shelves to their left, the only exit was at the front of the warehouse, and frankly put they were as far from that as possible.

"What the hell are we going to do?" Fritz's panicking was not helping as Mike looked around frantically for a moment, before turning his attention to the very quickly approaching Freddy and Chica, and knew he had to make a decision as he said with way more certainty than he felt in the moment.

"We keep moving" Moving over, he shot a foot out and kicked hard into one of the boxes on the shelves, sending the thing flying back and out onto the other side of the shelving isle as he with the hand still gripping onto Fritz, practically flung the man towards the shelf as he said quickly, "Go!" Fritz didn't need to be told twice as he dropped down and crawled through the incredibly uncomfortable shelving unit space to the other side, looking back in time to watch Mike quickly moving to follow after him.

Fritz rolling onto his back as fast as possible to clear the way for Mike onto the ground next to the shelf, watched as the man crawled out with more difficulty than Fritz himself had given how big the man was, but soon enough both were on their feet and watched as the two shattered toys slammed themselves into the shelves unit before Chica bent down, clearly making the attempt to follow after the way they went while Freddy turned to and marched down the aisle to where they would go out if they tried to directly rush to the exit.

"They're planning" Mike just nodded at the almost faint toned words of Fritz as Mike just moved, rushing down the aisle while calling over his shoulder at the chica.

"I don't suppose we can talk about this?" The animatronic didn't answer, instead just crawled out and charged back after the both of them, Fritz supposed that was a good enough answer to the other man's question as they both rushed down trying to get around Shattered Freddy. Fritz had no idea just how they were going to manage that, as he felt his already pounding heart nearly freeze in his chest at the sight of the bear rounding the corner just as they were about to be able to get around it. He had just been about to stop in his dead sprint when of course Mike had to do something ridiculous.

Without seemingly a second thought, Fritz watched with a mix of shock and genuine awe as the taller man's hand shot out to the side to one of the isle's, grabbing the first thing in his reach, an old chair with a broken leg that they hadn't thrown out yet, before lifting it up with a surprisingly amount of strength, and proceeded to bring it straight across the animatronic's face, sending the thing buckling to the side as the remaining three chair legs broke and splintered from the force and object it just impacted again, while Mike just shot right on past, like he hadn't just broken a chair over an aminatronic's head.

Fritz just followed behind, calling out in front of him as they rounded the corner into the section of the warehouse filled with the crates, probably in the hope o f losing the chicken that was still following after them.

"You're insane!" Mike didn't give him an answer right away, instead his head was whipping around wildly, the beam of his flashlight's light shining above them at the shelves that were masked in shadows from the poor lighting, as he said back.

"I'm practical, where the hell are the rest?"

"Rest?

"Bonnie and Foxy, the toys were a package deal, remember, so where the hell are the other two?" Right, Fritz had kind of been a bit too busy trying to run for his life to remember about them, as now he as well was looking around a bit too frantically for the sight of Mangle and Bonnie. The faint sounds of heavy foot falls however weren't seemingly getting any closer, as the two found themselves lightly panting while resting against one of the crates without the sound of Chica getting any closer.

"What the hell is happening?"

"I have no ide- What the fuck is that" Fritz spun around to try and see what Mike had seen, but by the time he had, there was nothing there, just a corner that Mike's light was lighting.

"What?"

"I- there was a shadow of something, I saw its eyes" Mike had seen more than that, but he had no idea what the hell he was looking at, and as such just mentioned the part that had freaked him the hell out. He had seen those white orbs before, he was half sure of it, but his mind was a bit too busy trying to think of a way out of this to think too hard on it. Instead just filing it away for later while looking around a bit, asking Fritz, "Right, where are we?"

"I- Think we're by the old supplies, these were the ones that were empty I think... We put some stuff in them remember" Mike just slowly nodded as he shone his light while still being on high alert for the sound of heavy footfalls, at the metal containers, right, this was where they had moved all the 'valuable' things that they didn't want to risk being taken back when they thought someone had been coming over and looking around at night.

"Right, ok, here's the plan, we're near one of the side walls, if we just move to the next few isles of shelves, then we can just push the stuff out of the way and get to the wall with the exit, from there we can just charge out of here, get in the car, and leave" Fritz only nodded for half a second before saying.

"They're probably waiting for us" Mike grimaced but nodded, that made sense, they clearly were able to plan, somehow without saying a single word, to try and pin the two, so it made sense that they'd be waiting out at the only exit for either man to try something. And unless Mike managed to get himself a much sturdier chair, and an extra him, then there was no way he could fight off both animatronics with nothing but a flashlight... And even then, there was nothing stopping them from just leaving... Damn it.

"Right, new plan, we need weapons"

"Are you crazy?"

"No, but we can't just run on past them, we need something that we can use to put them down for a while. This isn't Freddy's, there is no reason they'd just stay here now that they're moving again, and we really don't need the news reporting about a bunch of murderous robots. Now what can we use against them? Do they have the same shut off switch as the originals?" Fritz looked at Mike like he was mad for another few seconds before having to deal with the fact that the man was right, they had to keep the bots in the warehouse otherwise who knew what they would do if they got out... In fact.

"Think that's what they're doing? If they went to the exit..." Almost to prove the point the sound of crashing metal echoed throughout the warehouse with the faint sound of the metal doors shuddering for a moment, no doubt being opened. Mike let out a quiet curse, his teeth gritting together tightly for a moment before he said.

"You know them, what can we use Fritz?" The man wracked his head for a moment before suddenly saying.

"Electricity, remember Dave? He used that taser on Marionette, I never knew how effective it would have been, but high levels of exotic voltages should do more than a little damage to them, even potentially overload and shut them down. A taser would work but..." But they didn't have one of those, right?

"We can work on that next, we need to get their attention for now, I can do that, you find something we can use. They're slow, we just need to keep them here until you can find som-" Before Fritz could no doubt say something about how dumb that plan was, the sound of strange hollow steps rang out around them as the two shared a look, Mike's words dying in his throat, as they both realized they weren't about to be given a chance.

As much as Fritz hated the idea of what they were about to do, he didn't stop himself from giving a quick nod as Mike gave a nod back before doing something that requires more courage than Fritz could gather for himself in that short moment, the taller man spun around from where they were still hiding, their flashlights off, behind the crate as he flicked his light back on shining it directly at the source of the sound before shouting as he rushed away in the direction Fritz was about to go in the opposite of.

"Come along, you broken down chump change!" Fritz felt the need to yell at the man, but instead just gritted his teeth and rushed out to the other side. He needed to find something to disable the animatronics right? He really wished he had kept his taser on him at all times right now, but he couldn't think like that given it didn't do anything to help as he tried to think of a way to get something working... The building's power was out, their lights were a literal signal in the dark of where they were. Fritz should work on that first while Mike has them distracted, with that and a plan in motion, Fritz rushed back to the corner where he knew the breaker box could be found.

...He really wished they had more time to plan this out as the sounds of chaos unfolded behind him as he moved as quickly as he could, hoping that Mike once more could pull off a miracle, the man already played run around with the original four, this couldn't be that much different right? He certainly hoped so.

The man in question was running, the sound of slamming footsteps echoing behind him, as he bolted around a corner before looking around, at a nearby crate, before shooting over towards it as he looked around for a moment before moving about to try and at least slow the things down. He didn't know much about the toys, though as he turned around to watch them lumber at him, he had to say... They were slow, and not at all coordinated like any other animatronic he had seen before.

Freddy nearly tripping over its own bulk and Chica's legs seemingly over extending at times with how its gait moved... Something was certainly wrong, but he didn't have the time to think about it, instead just rushing forwards, moving to a nearby shelf, before pushing it with a large grunt out of the way so he could slip on by. Turning around he just watched as the two animatronics half slammed into the shelves with all the grace of a bull, as Freddy slammed into it before pushing the entire damn thing out of the way, as the shelving unit in its entirety began to tilt, showing it was about to fall.

Thinking quickly, he rushed forwards in a quick moment to shoot a hand out towards Chica, which tried to take a swipe at him, which he ducked under just in time to use his long arms to reach out and grabbed onto the shoulder of the chicken that didn't have exposed metal, and with a full body twist, managed to pull the thing forwards just in time for the freddy to finally push to far, as the shelving fell down and collapsed right onto the chicken, knocking it down and nearly taking Mike down with it, him being lucky to get out of the way in time.

Shattered Toy Chica just let out a sharp static sound before simply... stilling into motionless as Mike backed up to see the light had gone out of its eyes, returning to it's normal creepy look, given it's eyes were still missing, just not actively spooky anymore, only... the static sound from the bird moved straight to the bear not even a second after as it charged right at him, a sudden frankly frightening increase in speed and mobility, as it practically leaped over the shelf between the two of them as Mike turned around and rushed away, heading to the from where the exit was, remembering the sound from earlier and knowing he still hadn't seen that pink foxy or the blue bonnie.

Honestly, out of everything though, it did tell him a few things from how that chica had gone down, and that was the toys weren't nearly as sturdy or as strong as the originals, sure they certainly weren't weak, but they were also a lot smaller. Only Freddy, the tallest of them from what Mike had seen, was around his height, while before the entire cast of the original four had at least an inch or so on him. Not to mention they were much slimmer and the plates for their suits were plastic, not the heavy metal slats with felt fabric on them, it made them much lighter and less durable it seemed comparatively, given Mike knew for a fact he'd never be able to push or pull around the original Chica like he did to the toy version no matter how strong he was.

It made him a bit more confident about the whole thing. Sure, one down and three to go weren't great odds, especially considering he was still actively running for his life, but maybe this wouldn't be nearly as bad as he thought it was. If he could find something to use as a weapon, maybe he could be able to take down this freddy himself without the need for a taser like Fritz had suggested. Maybe not damage it a lot, but get it somewhere he could... trap it... now that was an idea.

Of course that's when the sounds of two more sets of footsteps filled Mike's ears, as he nearly tripped over himself to stop instead of rushing around the corner to no doubt be instantly grabbed by the two animatronics. They had to be Bonnie and Mangle, and he was not looking to get himself blood poisoning from how rusted up that mangled fox was... Expect, as he turned around to rush forwards down a different direction, he couldn't help but wonder just why the hell it seemed that they all were so focused on him, he didn't mind, gave Fritz time, but his legs were beginning to ache, and his lungs were constricting in pain from the sudden unexpected rushing about.

Mike was really getting out of shape, he noticed it at the Bounce World, and he was certainly noticing it now. And yet those thoughts left his mind more than fast as he finally saw the two new animatronics rounded the corner to move with Freddy to continue to chase him, letting him get a good look at them.

It wasn't Toy Bonnie and the Mangled Foxy.

It was Silvered Foxy and Spring Chica. The Springlock suits that they had put up months ago when they had first looked around the warehouse, suits Mike knew for a fact were empty, only now both had motes of white floating in their eye sockets, showing possession.

What the hell was going on here?!


Jeremy had thought about going to the warehouse to hang out with his friends for a while, while the animatronics stayed together to do whatever soul searching thing that Goldie was looking for, but in the end decided against it. Not for any real reason to be honest, he just didn't really feel up to it right now, something in his stomach had been feeling off for the last day or so, and he was aware enough to know that he was probably getting sick, something he was not at all looking forwards to.

Illness and him got along... weirdly. He didn't get sick normally anymore, at all, not even allergies so much as touched him now, and given back when he was a teenager he was destroyed by them yearly, it said something. But it also meant that when he did get sick, it creeped up on him and then floored him for often days, if not even weeks. A few years back, during flu season, Jeremy had gotten hit so bad he had been hospitalized. They had said back then it was probably luck that he survived and that he should probably get his immune system looked at for how sick he had been for his young age.

Now he knew being sick couldn't kill him... probably, but it would still suck and leave him down for days, so he just wasn't up for doing much right now like hanging out with friends. That didn't mean either that he was looking to get out of things either, just he knew he wouldn't be able to do much in the coming days as he would have liked to. So he was just getting them done early, and those things being... Paperwork. Jeremy wasn't the type to leave something for the last moment, and he'd much rather get this over with before he started puking his guts up.

Mike was surprisingly quick on catching up on what was needed to do and how to handle the day to day things, but Jeremy still liked to be the one who handled the bigger sections of business when it came to the numbers, not because he didn't think the other man couldn't handle it, simply he just liked doing it. He had always been good at numbers, and there had been a reason it was what his job had been before coming to work at the Cove after all, it was relaxing as it was lightly boring. It was basically mind numbing but in a good way and a good way to spend his time when he didn't have the energy to do anything else, on top of just needing to be done anyways.

So there he was, lightly humming one of the many tunes he had heard throughout the day that had a habit of sticking in his head, as he sat in the back office, one hand hovering over a calculator and the other holding a pen as he checked over the last week's income. Marionette had given out a fairly large number of play coins according to the amount that was taken from the machines compared to the ones that were purchased from the prize corner... A bit too many... Doing the quick math, a bit under twenty percent more than he ever had before.

That was weird and he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary with the puppet that would cause that, maybe he was just in the giving mood... Or someone found a way to dupe the coin machine, he'd have to ask Fritz, something he was sure the man would just love to hear, as well as tell Mari about having him be on the lookout for any sneaky children. In the meantime he just made a note of it and got ready to move onto something else when he paused for a second as he lifted his head up before he realized he was doing it, staring ahead at the wall that connected to the main floor, in the direction of the kitchen, a faint feeling of... a strange anger coming from it before it faded in just a second.

The sound of crashing pans caught his ears soon after making the blonde man flinch at the sound, nearly freezing for a moment, waiting for another sound before realizing there wasn't one. Slowly getting to his feet, Jeremy slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, pausing for a second as he moved over to the door, silently as he could locking it, before flipping his phone open, debating for a long moment between calling Mike or the police... When the sound of broken radio static filled his ears.

And a primal fear drilled itself into his chest.

As the sound of scrapping rusted metal squeaked and creaked as it moved across the ground from somewhere on the main floor, the faint, strange, almost ethereal anger from before pulsing again for a moment with the sound, before fading once more. But it didn't matter, because Jeremy was frozen in place, a faint phantom aching feeling of pins and needles stabbing themselves over and around his head at the memory of that sound of radio static which had branded itself into his brain, before ripping it out.

He didn't know how, he didn't know why, but something deep in his chest knew beyond fact it was The Mangle outside the door.

It was the thing that had killed him, and it felt wrong.

And then it charged, the sound of screeching metal getting closer with the echoes of uneven footsteps moving until it slammed itself straight into the locked door. The sound of cracking the door only rang louder with the reverberations of the door frame itself shaking with the impact as Jeremy could only stumble back and feel like his chest was going to beat straight out of his chest.


Oh, the springlock suits are alive apparently, weird. And, so that's where Mangle was, also weird.

A lot of things are happening huh? Our human trio are going through it, while the animatronic trio are just dealing with the existential dread of their pasts. I could talk plenty about what's going on with Mike, Fritz and Jeremy, but where would the fun in that be? I'll do an overly long winded end note when they're done playing around with the toys. But this is the last we're going to be seeing of Marionette, Foxy, and Goldie for at least a chapter, maybe two depending on how much I can shove into the next chapter. They're situation is obviously not quite as important in the short term to focus on as is what's happening with the former night guards, but in the long terms, it's very important what happened at the start of this chapter.

Marionette for example, speaks a lot about the past being unimportant, but is very clearly running from it with everything he's got up until now when he was confronted by two people who are in his exact situation and understand it. Goldie being the blunt as hell bear he is was great to write as well, and he's going through his own emotions about his past, specifically about who he used to be as both Golden Freddy and Evan, before landing somewhere in between where he is now as Goldie. While Foxy is just dealing, his situation hasn't quite been explored to much, but I think it's pretty clear that the fox has identity issues and clearly doesn't hold his time as Gabe as anything important to him now as he probably should. It's weird, all three have similar experiences, but all three approached them all in such different ways that don't mesh well, but can be used to force some to confront the things they've been running from... *Ahem* -Mari. Anyways, beyond that I don't got much else to add, so I'mma end it here. See ya!