The Fallout hits pretty hard...
(Apologies for any grammar mistakes, I think Fanfic has an unusual habit of deleting things.)
Chapter 11.
Shockwaves and Conquences.
"Wisdom consists of the anticipation of consequences."
Norman Cousins
Goldie opened his eyes to find himself back inside Jeremy's house in Foxy's and Chica's bedroom.
He staggered forward, feeling quite dizzy, only for Springtrap to grab him by the shoulders to steady his balance.
"Are you ok, you look like someone has dragged you over broken glass?" He asked, his eyes were filled with genuine concern.
"Yeah, I'm ok," Goldie replied, straightening his blue top hat.
"Gave that Nightmare Freddy guy something to scream about, I would have killed him if he hadn't escaped, that coward."
He then noticed that the entire room was empty save for him, Springtrap, Mike and Balloon Boy.
"Where did everyone else go?" He asked.
Then down the hallway, came the sound of someone retching.
"That'll be Chica, when she and Foxy returned, they took her to the kitchen and are trying to bind her wounds, she's bleeding all over the place...as well as vomiting," Springtrap stated, scratching his head.
"Come, they'll be expecting us, hopefully Nightmare Freddy will think twice before attacking us again," said Mike, gesturing towards the door from which came another retching sound.
"Should I go and wake up the Puppet, does she need to know?" Balloon Boy asked, he was sitting on the bed.
"No, but stay by her side, I don't think it's best to wake her, plus you shouldn't go into the kitchen BB, your too young," Mike replied.
"Ok, I'll be in the lounge," he said, jumping off the bed and exiting the room.
He took a passing glance towards the kitchen, before continuing down the hallway.
Mike, Goldie and Springtrap then left the room and headed towards the kitchen.
Upon entering it, Goldie was struck by what he saw, halting in mid-step.
Chica sat on the kitchen table with a bucket in her hands.
She looked a complete and utter wreck.
Her hair was tangled in mangled knots, her hands were twisted, her feet was heavily bruised, her face was covered in her own blood and her skin was decorated with scratches and bleeding bite marks.
She vomited stomach bile into a half-filled bucket, as Mangle and Toy Bonnie patted her on her scarred back, assessing the damage.
"Kill me...please," she whispered, clutching the bucket, her whole body was shaking from heighted emotional turmoil.
"It's ok Chica, you'll mend," Toy Chica said, as she and Bonnie proceeded to tie multiple bandages around her wounds.
"He...attacked me...he just wouldn't stop," Chica sobbed, burying her head into Toy Bonnie's chest.
Her hands shook as she reached out and grasped Foxy's hands, he held them softly.
"Your here now lassie, we won't let him hurt you again," he stated.
"But he can!" Chica exclaimed, her frantic face met Foxy's eyes.
"He can enter our dreams and mess around with them!"
But Goldie shook his head.
"No, I gave him something to think about, he won't be coming back anytime soon," he said.
Chica smiled briefly.
"Thank you, Goldie, if you and Foxy hadn't turned up...I don't want to think what would have happened."
"None of us do, dear," Toy Bonnie said, as Chica buried her head once again in her chest.
"However, that does leaves us with a more important question, regarding what this Nightmare Freddy has told us," Mike stated, catching everyone's attention.
"Indeed, it does," Springtrap retorted, he knew where Mike was going.
Mike turned on the spot to meet Freddy in the eye.
"Why didn't you tell anyone about this Freddy?" He asked, his tone was both stern and direct.
All eyes apart from Chica's turned to look at Freddy, each look was one of curiosity, anger and betrayal.
Freddy refused to meet their gaze, staring only at the floor.
"I...I...I didn't think he was real, I thought our encounter was just a bad dream, I never knew that he existed, I was actually going to ask Goldie about it on the rooftop of Mike's airship, but then the Purple Man attacked and well...I forgot," he smiled weakly, but the others did not reply with the same expression.
A lot of them were folding their arms and starting to look even angrier.
"Freddy...you do realise that by not telling us, you directly put both the Puppet and Chica in harm's way," Mike stated, he spoke slowly, giving time for his words to sink in.
"The Puppet?" Toy Chica asked.
"Don't you remember, back in Jeremy's van, she was screaming about having met Nightmare Freddy, those bite marks on her legs would have been from those Freddy heads of his," Foxy answered.
Toy Chica instantly gasped.
"Oh, my God, we didn't listen to her," she exclaimed, burying her head into her hands.
"I thought she was struggling to make sense of anything because of her injuries and the fact that she had passed out!"
"Freddy, do you understand what you've allowed to happen?" Mike asked, although his tone wasn't inviting.
"Yes...I do and I'm deeply sorry," Freddy replied, eyes still downcast.
"SORRY!" A voice shouted out, ripping through the air.
Everyone turned to see Chica, still crying, but wearing an expression of intense hatred.
"YOUR SORRY AND THAT'S IT!" she cried, slowly jumping off the table and shrugging off the support that Toy Bonnie and Mangle offered.
"I WAS NEARLY RAPED AND KILLED BY A FUCKING PSYCHOPATH, THE PUPPET NEARLY DIED, AND YOU SAID NOTHING, NOTHING YOU HEAR, AND AT THE END OF THE DAY ALL YOU CAN SAY IS THAT YOUR FUCKING SORRY!" She slowly limped towards Freddy, edger by the looks of it to kill him with her bare hands.
Mike slowly backed away, getting out of the field of fire that emitted from Chica…she was a viper when she was pissed.
"I MEAN THE PUPPET SCREAMED OUT HIS NAME AND YOU WERE RIGHT NEXT TO HER, WHY DIDN'T ANYTHING REGISTER IN YOUR GOD DAM HEAD!"
"I didn't believe he was real, I thought-"
"HE WAS FUCKING REAL FREDDY, HE SCANNED YOUR MIND, HE SCANNED MINE, YOU KNOW JUST AS WELL AS I DO, WHAT ITS LIKE TO HAVE SOMEONE ENTER YOUR HEAD AND LEAVE NO STONE LEFT UNTURNED!"
"LOOK AT ME FREDDY, IF HE WASN'T REAL, THEN I WOULDN'T BE COVERED IN MY OWN BLOOD AND FUCKING BITE MARKS!"
Freddy remained with his eyes cast downwards.
"LOOK AT ME FREDDY!" Chica yelled at the top of her lungs.
Freddy, snapped to attention, his eyes scanned Chica's wounds.
"YOU HELPED TO MAKE THIS HAPPEN!"
Chica was clearly in distress for all to see.
"HE HAD A MESSAGE WHICH I WAS TO PASS ON TO YOU FREDDY, IT'S IF ONE CAN DO THIS MUCH DAMAGE, THEN JUST IMAGINE WHAT FOUR COULD DO!"
That had everyone worried.
"I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case, with the exception of Goldie and Springtrap, there's always a Freddy, a Bonnie, a Chica and a Foxy," said Toy Freddy, who had so far remained quiet.
"I hate to think what four could do, if they are all like Nightmare Freddy, then we really are in deep shit," Toy Chica muttered, casting her eyes down to the floor.
"Vincent made them, I peered into his mind and saw his past, including what he did to Freddy, Puppet and of course to Chica, it wasn't pretty," Goldie stated, recounting his experience.
"This Nightmare Freddy is certainly a sadist."
"Did he get into your mind?" Springtrap asked, turning to face him.
"Yes...I saw things...things that I don't wish to relive," Goldie replied, but he did not make eye contact with Springtrap, something which he mentally noted.
"Yes...I wonder what you saw," he thought, narrowing his eyes.
However, everyone else was occupied with Chica's wailing to notice Springtrap's expression.
"I TRUSTED YOU FREDDY, YOUR THE LEADER, YOUR MEANT TO LOOK OUT FOR US, WHY DIDN'T YOU WARN US?" She yelled, as tears poured down her face.
"I don't know he was real, I'm sorry I put you in harm's way Chica, I truly am," Freddy replied.
"To be fair Freddy, you did put everyone in harm's way, even though we know you never meant it," said Bonnie.
"You're not the Freddy I remember from my youth," Mike stated.
Then Freddy rather unexpectedly exploded, his anger meeting that of Chica's.
"ITS HARD OK, ITS REALLY FUCKING HARD, TRYING TO KEEP EVERYTHING RUNNING, TO KEEP EVERYONE SAFE AND DO THAT EVERYDAY OF THE WEEK, DO YOU LOT KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE BEING A LEADER!" he shouted.
His eyes had narrowed, his stance was clearly aggressive.
"Do you really know…how it feels…to have the weight of the world on your shoulders, given everything that's happened to us?"
However, a new voice made its way onto the scene.
"Is it true Freddy that your inaction is the reason why the Puppet bears those serious bite marks on her legs?"
Everyone slowly turned round to see Balloon Boy, standing in the doorway to the lounge, he looked sad.
"Is it true Freddy?" He asked again, in a calm voice
Freddy's anger faded away in the face of Balloon Boy's child-like expression.
"Yes...yes, it is," he answered, lowering his head.
Then Balloon Boy expression changed...to one of anger, now it was his turn to get mad.
"I hate you," he said slowly.
"You should have known better."
This caused Freddy's anger to return and he did let rip.
"BB, if your just with the Puppet to get laid, then I wouldn't at all be surprised, however considering that you're still a child and annoyed the hell out of everyone during the second pizza, I'm surprised she hasn't dumped you by now!"
Balloon Boy's angry expression faded away, to replace with one of tears, clearly Freddy's words hit deep.
"You're just a boy, a mere child, stay out of what you don't know," Freddy hissed, venting steam.
Yet Balloon Boy's rage made a vicious explosive comeback.
"I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I LOVE HER AND THAT'S SOMETHING WHICH YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND YOU FAZBEAR JERK!" He shouted, before running off towards the safety of the lounge, bailing his eyes out.
"Freddy, you didn't need to say that!" Mike stressed, giving Freddy a death's glare.
"That was mean Freddy, Balloon Boy didn't deserve that and you know it!" Springtrap stated, equally giving him a similar look.
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU FREDDY, SOMETHING'S CHANGED, HASN'T IT?" Chica asked, still angry as hell.
She turned and pointed directly at Bonnie.
"IT'S BONNIE ISN'T IT?" She asked, much to Bonnie's surprise.
"What?" Freddy asked, clearly confused, judging by his shocked expression.
Chica rolled her eyes at his dumbfound expression.
"OH, COME ON, WE'VE ALL KNOWN FROM DAY ONE THAT YOU'VE GOT A THING FOR BONNIE!" she stated, anger raging in her eyes like whirlpools.
"I didn't...but I wouldn't be at all surprised," Springtrap added, jumping in at the end.
"And what do you mean by that?" Bonnie asked, clearly annoyed that she had become a target.
"The looks say it all Bonnie, I've only been around for half a day, but even I'm picking up the signals," Springtrap replied, rolling his eyes in a sarcastic manner.
"I don't see what Bonnie has to do with what's occurred recently, next thing you'll be telling me is that Toy Chica and Mangle are secretly hitting on Goldie and Springtrap," Freddy stated.
An uneasy silence flowed through the room, followed by the sound of crickets in the garden.
Although Mangle and Toy Chica did look uncomfortable.
Yet everyone could hear Chica's strained breathing.
"I just can't understand you now Freddy…you had so many opportunities….I can't…I can't…I…I…I…I….I."
She started to cry, breaking down with tears flowing down her face.
She fell to her knees, gripping herself as she sobbed.
Needless to say, everyone could feel the sadness in her voice.
"How…how can you be the leader anymore Freddy?"
Freddy slowly got down on his knees so he was at her level.
"Chica…Chica I swear to you that I never knew he was real, I thought that I killed him, he broke into millions of pieces of glass…I saw it with my own eyes."
Chica was still sobbing, her entire body was shaking, her mind was struggling to cope with recent events…it was too traumatic to be dismissed.
"Chica, I promise you that I won't let him hurt you again or anyone else," Freddy stated.
Slowly he reached and took hold of her hands which covered her face.
"I'm truly sorry for everything Chica."
He gently pulled them away, revealing Chica's scarred and blood covered face.
"I'm sorry for not telling you, I should have taken it more seriously, I failed."
Her green eyes moved to meet his light blue.
But when they did, she saw Nightmare Freddy in Freddy's position, staring back at her with his dark red eyes.
"Hello there Chica." He smiled, displaying his blood covered teeth.
"NO!" she screamed, pushing him away and backing off as fast as she could.
"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU MONSTER!"
Freddy as did everyone else looked shocked.
Amidst her panicked breathing, Chica looked back only to see Freddy sitting right where Nightmare Freddy was.
"Is he…is he gone?" she asked, looking around.
Bonnie stepped in and helped pull her upright.
"Yes, Chica…he isn't here…right Goldie?"
"Damn straight, he isn't coming back…he knows he can't risk it on his own…he'll need backup if he dares attempts it again," Goldie answered, folding his arms.
Seeing all of the chaos and tension from his end of the table, Jeremy decided that enough was enough for one night, they couldn't argue all the way though to dawn.
"Guys, it's late, we are all tired, let's go to bed and sort things out in the morning," he suggested.
"I don't want to sleep in my room," said Chica she was now physically shaking again.
She stumbled forward only for Foxy, Toy Bonnie and Mangle to catch her.
"You and Foxy, are more than welcome to come and sleep in our room," said Mangle, taking Chica by the hand.
"Thank you," Chica replied weakly as they helped her out of the room.
Foxy then stopped and turned to face Freddy.
He slowly walked up to him in a casual fashion, almost as if nothing had happened.
However, within a heartbeat, he grabbed Freddy by the shoulders and slammed him against the wall, with enough force to make the entire kitchen shake.
"FOXY!" Bonnie yelled, outraged at his actions.
But Foxy ignored her, continuing to glare into Freddy's eyes.
"If you ever go near Chica again, I will make sure that you walk the plank...'captain', mark my words!" he hissed, waving his hook in front of Freddy's face for effect.
"Do your worse 'pirate'," Freddy replied with a similar glare.
Foxy then released him and left the kitchen with his head lowered no doubt mumbling to himself, his footsteps echoing off down the hall.
Toy Freddy and Toy Chica followed suit, with Toy Freddy giving Freddy, a look of shame as he exited the room.
He was clearly dismayed by the fact that the person he looked up to the most, had allowed such a terrible thing to happen.
Only Freddy, Bonnie, Mike, Jeremy, Goldie and Springtrap remained.
Bonnie slowly approached Freddy, eyes glued to the floor, looking sad and yet annoyed at the same time.
"Bonnie I-"
She slapped him across the face...hard.
"Jesus, that must have hurt," Mike thought, as a bright red mark formed on Freddy's face.
"God dammit Freddy," was all Bonnie could say, her eyes displaying pure shock in the face of the current situation.
She turned to leave, although the others could tell she was on the verge of crying.
"So, what you told me about still being valued and not forgotten during our moment in bed meant nothing then?" Freddy asked, strangely enough he spoke in a calm voice.
The image that instantly sprang to Mike's, Jeremy's, Goldie's and Springtrap's mind wasn't a pleasant one.
Bonnie turned round, her eyes were brimming with tears.
"That was before I knew about this Freddy, I know you mean no harm to this family, but you put everyone in harm's way as a result of not telling us, try to understand that's why everyone is mad at you," she stepped forward, eyes locked.
"All it takes for evil to succeed is for good men to do nothing, and that's what you did, Chica and the Puppet are examples of that…...think about it."
She turned and swiftly left the room.
"I'll be spending the night with the Toys," she said, without looking back.
That just left Freddy, Jeremy, Mike, Goldie and Springtrap.
"I'll be upstairs in our room, if anyone needs me," said Springtrap, turning away and leaving the group.
They could hear his footsteps on the stairs as he made his way up, making the old oak creaked.
Jeremy then sighed, holding his head in his hands, he never expected this, not in his own home.
"Freddy, I think it's properly for the best that you don't sleep in the house tonight."
"What, you're kicking me out!" Freddy exclaimed, despite all that had occurred recently, he was still shocked by their suggestion.
Jeremy raised his hand to stop him.
"There's a tree house out back, you can sleep in there, I think it's best that everyone needs space to cool down," he said.
"You can't just throw me out of the house, I have rights," Freddy stated, folding his arms in disagreement.
Mike, Jeremy and Goldie, all narrowed their eyes in an immediate response.
A few minutes later, Freddy was outside Jeremy's front door with a sleeping bag.
"The tree house is easy to see even in the dark, just climb up the ladder and you'll find a table with some chairs and a place to sleep, oh and there's a door which you can lock from the inside...enjoy," Jeremy said, his tone was warm hearted, despite the downturn in relations.
He then handed Freddy a phone.
"Oh yes…at the suggestion of Goldie, here's a phone, there's no password, you can just open it, it should automatically take you to a app which you can use to signal me that your under attack, trust me it'll active an alarm on my phone, it'll be very loud."
"And how can I access this phone, when clearly he'll come for me in my dreams."
"Goldie was able to do something with it so you use it in dreams, think of it as your body is sleepwalking while you use it…enjoy."
He then closed the door and locked it shut.
"Can I at least have my stuff!" Freddy demanded, angry that he was being forced to undergo such treatment.
The door opened again as Jeremy tossed out Freddy's top hat, his microphone and a flashlight.
"Use the flashlight to see obviously, oh and it keeps the bats and owls away...good night."
Jeremy then closed the door and locked it shut again.
"Yeah, good night you son of a bitch," Freddy muttered under his breath, picking up his stuff before turning round and heading towards the back of the house.
The treehouse was medium in size, but was built up a pretty tall tree, luckily there were several wooden boards which had been hammered into the tree all the way up, forming a makeshift ladder.
Freddy upon reaching the tree trunk, grabbed the first plank of wood and pulled himself up.
However, he was stopped in mid action by a familiar voice.
"Why didn't you tell me about this Nightmare Freddy, I could have prevented him from gaining further access, from inflicting further harm?"
Freddy sighed at his recognition of the voice's owner.
He turned round to see Goldie standing behind him, arms folded.
Clearly, he had just teleported outside, it was a strange power which he had enquired since he had been first possessed, why he could do it and no one else could was unknown.
"If your here to mock me, then I'm sorry Goldie, but I'm not in the mood for it," Freddy replied.
"I'm not here to mock you, I'm here to talk to you," he said, hovering around Freddy.
"I understand that trying to oversee everything is next to impossible Freddy, I know it's common to slip up when the pressure becomes too much."
"I know I messed up, no I fucked up, but I'm not the enemy here...it's Nightmare Freddy who's the real enemy," Freddy muttered, angry at the level of damage the bastard was able to unleased, but also guilty at his own stupidity.
"Your right you're not the enemy, you never were, but you let it happen, you were the only one who knew about it," Goldie replied.
Then his voice became serious as he landed, putting his feet firmly on the ground.
"Freddy, Chica nearly died because of this, the Puppet almost died as well...we are very luckily to have them with us still, please understand the seriousness of your actions."
"I know now Goldie, but at the time, it did seem a little odd in fact I was going to ask you if you knew anything about Nightmare Freddy, but then the Purple Man attacked us and in the chaos, that followed I forgot," Freddy stressed.
"I believe you," Goldie replied, which brought a huge sigh of relief from Freddy.
"You know I would never let this happen to any member of our family, but now...everyone hates me, Chica, Foxy and Bonnie will never forgive me, the Toys wouldn't want anything to do with me, I've hurt Balloon Boy and Mike and Jeremy are disgusted with me...even Springtrap was giving me the evil look."
"They don't hate you Freddy, but they have a right to be angry with you and you know why?" Goldie asked.
Freddy sighed.
"Yes, I know why, besides what would have you done to prevent Nightmare Freddy from attacking?"
"I would have put a mental shield around everyone's mind, you know I have some powers beside teleportation, hence why I got out here," Goldie answered.
"Although it takes a lot out of me, so I can't do it often."
Freddy however was pondering over Goldie's words.
"True...but still..."
Then a series of long forgotten questions resurfaced in Freddy's mind.
"Why didn't you tell me about Springtrap?" He asked.
Goldie's expression changed dramatically to one of worry...that question certainly came out of nowhere.
"You never spoke about him until a few weeks ago, and I'm starting to doubt what you told us about your connection with him, you two seem way too close to be mere co-workers," Freddy stated, his suspicions being confirmed due to Goldie's reaction.
He lowered his head in shame.
"I haven't been entirely honest with you Freddy...about the past, I've...lied to you and the others."
This caused Freddy to raise his eyebrows.
"I've only told the Puppet about this, so listen well, don't react until I have finished...please don't," he whispered.
Freddy slowly nodded in agreement.
Goldie looked around to see if anyone was listening, then he spoke.
"Me and Springtrap or Spring Bonnie, as he was called back then were like family, we performed at Fredbear's Family Diner, sang songs and danced for the children, it was paradise."
Then his expression darken.
"But in 1978, the incident with the Purple Man happened, you know the one about the child being killed, Spring saw it, I didn't, but it drove him insane, and when he needed me the most...I rejected him, blanked him out...I didn't want to believe what had just occurred."
"During our last show, Spring fell apart in front of the children and begged me to help him catch the killer, but I turned my back on him, I let them drag him away, as waves of people flooded out of the diner in horror."
Freddy said nothing, but instead gave Goldie a rather blank expression.
Memories of 1983 were resurfacing in his mind…the screams of customers running out of the Prizzia with their children, attacking the entertianers believing them to have murdered the missing children.
"Spring was put into a medically induced coma, then we were taken out of the diner and placed in the back of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria and that's when I met you and the others," Goldie stated.
"Then a few weeks ago, the door to the basement was open, I went down and found him, wrecked after decades of neglect and still in his coma, I had to introduce him to you."
He sighed deeply, clearly feeling very uncomfortable with what he was saying.
"Freddy, the reason I never told you about this was because of two reasons, one I was guilt ridden for abandoning Spring for thirty seven years, I've replayed that scene in my head, regretting every single moment of it."
"And second, I didn't want the past to affect you or the others, what happened at Fredbear's Diner stays at Fredbear's Diner."
"But it didn't as we both know," said Freddy, maintaining his blank face stare.
Goldie nodded in response.
Then Freddy's expression changed…to one of annoyance.
"You know Goldie, I find it to be a bit rich for you to be giving me a lecture about not telling people things and thus causing something which otherwise could have been avoided, when by not telling us about the past, you indirectly allowed the Purple Man to strike again, twice in fact," he stated, stepping towards Goldie, who appeared to back away.
"I was trying to protect you from the past, you were young Freddy, I didn't want you to have that kind of pressure," Goldie replied, putting his hands out to wanded Freddy off.
"Well guess what Fredbear, you got it wrong," Freddy snarled, clutching his flashlight as his hands tighten.
"You allowed the past to harm us."
"That's beside the point Freddy, I did raise you and the others, I wasn't heartless, I didn't know what Vincent would do next," Goldie exclaimed.
He lowered his head again.
"I was trying to right the wrongs I did with Spring, I never intended to hurt anyone, or have us go through the same experience again, you know me Freddy."
But Freddy wasn't convinced, his eyes were filling with anger.
"Do I...you lied to me about your past, you kept Springtrap in the dark for all these years and now you just except me to be fine with it, you could have told me about this Goldie...together we could have stopped the Purple Man...we could have saved the children."
"I'm sorry for lying to you Freddy, I wanted to spare you, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, the Toys and everyone else from the darkness of Fredbear's Diner," Goldie replied.
"Try telling him that," Freddy muttered, pointing upwards.
Goldie slowly turned and saw where Freddy was pointing to.
On the third floor, in one of the loft windows was the silhouette of Springtrap...watching them.
Goldie couldn't see Springtrap's expression...could he even hear them?
Truth be told, Springtrap couldn't fully hear them, he could only get bits of their conversation, words like Fredbears's, the past, I'm sorry and the number thirty seven.
His expression was blank, but inside questions were bubbling away in a cauldron of anger and betrayal and it was getting louder.
"I want to know...I need to know why you left me Goldie," he thought, watching the two Freddies exchange words with one another.
"However, I'll leave that matter to you resolve," said Freddy, lowering his gaze.
"It's properly for the best," Goldie replied, also lowering his head.
"Well...I need to sleep, goodbye Goldie," Freddy muttered, as he started to climb up the ladder.
"Goodnight Freddy," was Goldie's response.
He turned away and starting walking back towards the house, when Freddy called out after him.
"Goldie."
"Yeah…Freddy."
"You know...I never wanted this, I never intended to have Chica or the Puppet suffer, I hate seeing families fall apart."
"I know how you feel Freddy, I never wanted you or the others to undergo what me and Spring experienced, I never meant to hurt Spring...I would do anything to change the past."
"I guess we have good intentions, but we end up causing terrible consequences for the people we love."
"Clearly it's a problem we both have."
Freddy looked back.
"Goldie...you know….I don't hate you."
Goldie turned round to face him.
"I know you don't Freddy…..and I don't hate you either."
They both smiled at each other before going their separate ways.
Freddy went up to the treehouse to sleep, whilst Goldie imagined that he was about to walk into his own personal hell.
When Goldie, finally entered the bedroom which he shared with Springtrap, he saw that he was sitting on the far side of the bed with his back facing him.
"Hey Spring, how are you?" he asked, sitting down on the opposite side of the bed.
Springtrap didn't answer back.
"Do you wanna sleep?" Goldie asked, smiling, hoping that everything was alright.
Again, Springtrap didn't answer.
"If you're worried about NF attacking you in your sleep, then there's no need, I gave him a beating he won't forget."
Springtrap still didn't say anything.
"Spring...are you ok?' Goldie asked, he was starting to worry.
Springtrap was rubbing his hands together, trying to gather his inner thoughts.
"Ask him, you need to know, you've wanted to know since you woke up," his mind shouted.
"Make him pay, he abandoned you, left you to rot for thirty seven years in dark, now you can hold him to account for it," his inner demons raged.
"No come over calm and collective, perhaps he had a good reason for why he acted the way he did," his inner angels pleaded.
Springtrap closed his eyes and breathed in deeply.
"I'm ready for this," he told himself.
"Goldie, can you close the door please?" He asked, without turning round.
"Why?" said Goldie returning the question.
"Just close the door...please?" Springtrap asked again, he sounded like he was exhausted.
Goldie got up and closed the door, in his mind, he was starting to panic over Springtrap's behaviour.
"Can you come over here please?" Springtrap asked, it sounded like he was begging.
Goldie did as he was asked and sat down next to Springtrap, although he was panicking inside.
Then Springtrap hugged him, holding him close.
"Do you remember what we said to each other when we first met, that we would be honest to each other in any situation?" Springtrap asked.
"Yes, I remember," Goldie replied.
"And that we would help each other out."
"I remember that as well."
Springtrap smiled and rested his head on Goldie's shoulder.
But then he whispered into Goldie's ear, and with a low tone he asked.
"Then why did you abandon me in 1978, why did you turn your back on me when I needed you the most, you lied to me yesterday about what really happened, I know what really happened, I want you to tell me why you did what you did?"
Goldie's posture instantly stiffen, his eyes turned to meet Springtrap's, which weren't warm and inviting, but cold and serious.
This was what he feared, the fire which he would one day face.
"Fredbear...why?" Springtrap stressed, this time using Goldie's old name for effect.
Goldie tried to wiggle free, but Springtrap merely tighten his grip.
"I've waited thirty-seven years Goldie, I deserve an answer," Springtrap stated.
Goldie took a deep breath before speaking.
"You have a right to know why...and the honest truth of the matter is that..."
"Yes, the honest truth is that?" Springtrap asked, maintaining his intense gaze.
"I didn't want to accept the truth of what had happened on that day, I didn't want to believe that a child had been killed, that our world had crumbled and that things had changed."
Goldie's eyes stared into Springtrap's as he withdrew from the hug.
"I wanted things to go back to the way they were, before that day...I didn't want to believe reality, but I know now that it was the worst mistake I could have ever made in my entire life."
"And in order to maintain that false reality which you clearly craved, you blocked me out, because I acted against it, didn't you Goldie."
Goldie didn't answer.
"DIDN'T YOU!" Springtrap shouted, venting his frustration, which caused Goldie to jump.
"Yes, I did," he answered.
"Plus, you were clearly prepared to throw me under the bus, as you didn't help me...there wasn't a single moment when you turned round and helped me."
"Remember when I begged you to help me, I pulled on your collar and begged for your assistance in helping me catch the killer, but what did you do?" Springtrap asked.
Goldie didn't speak.
"WHAT DID YOU DO GOLDIE!" Springtrap yelled.
"I turned my back to you, as they dragged you away, amidst the screams of the children."
"And why, because you couldn't handle reality, what about me Goldie, you were my friend, my family, I look out for you and you look out for me...you broken my heart that day."
"I know I did...and I regret every moment of it Spring."
Springtrap sighed, as his body tensed up.
"Did you tell them about me...anything and be honest here Goldie," he said.
"I only told them about you a few weeks ago, when the basement door was opened for the first time in thirty six years," Goldie replied.
Springtrap narrowed his eyes.
"So, you left me in the dark...to rot," his words dripped with venom
"No, I didn't, they put you into a medically induced coma, because you were too ill to preform,"
"You never told them about me, am I nothing to you Goldie, just a 'co-worker'?" Springtrap asked, spitting the last word out like poison.
"No, you're not Spring, your still family."
Springtrap laughed, throwing his head back.
"Oh that's rich, that's fucking rich Goldie, sure block me out, throw in me a basement and leave me there for thirty seven years and still call me family."
Then his serious look returned.
"You left me, I trusted you and you abandoned me when I needed you," he hissed.
"I know I did Spring and I am truly sorry for all the pain and agony I caused you, if I could go back in time and change things I would do in a heartbeat," Goldie replied, he sounded guilty...ashamed.
"And all because you couldn't cope with reality, my suffering was a consequence of that."
Springtrap leaned in and whispered in a harsh voice.
"Do you know what it's like to relive a scene constantly for thirty seven years?"
Goldie shook his head.
"I had to watch that child being killed again and again and again, by the same purple man...FOR THIRTY SEVEN FUCKING YEARS!" He stressed.
"You broke me the day you turned your back on me Goldie, watching a poor innocent child being stabbed repeatedly, it messes with your mind, I had to fight a demonic version of myself to just wake up."
He turned away to look at the bedroom window.
"Now I'm starting to wish that I never did wake up, that I was back in the dream with the children."
"Do you hate me?" Goldie asked softly, looking at Springtrap.
But Springtrap didn't answer.
"Do you hate me Spring...I won't blame you if you did...I've hated myself for it."
Springtrap sighed.
"I don't know, a part of me wants to forgive you actually, but then another part of me wants to make you go through what I did...as revenge." He answered.
Goldie's body tensed at the last word.
"But one thing still remains..."
Springtrap turned to face Goldie.
"Why didn't you tell them about me?" He asked.
"I didn't want them to know about what had happened, they didn't deserve the pressure, I wanted to protect them from the past," Goldie replied.
"But there's a second reason...isn't there?" Springtrap asked, narrowing his eyes.
Goldie took another deep breath.
"I felt too guilty to tell them the truth."
"You protected yourself, at my expense," Springtrap stated.
Goldie only nodded in response.
"Your selfish Goldie, do you know that, your selfish," said Springtrap, he could feel his anger building.
Goldie appeared to become ever more tense.
"I never meant to harm you Spring, I never intended to hurt you in anyway, I love you and would do anything to make things right," he said, it was obvious that he was on the verge of crying.
"I don't think you can ever make things right Goldie, these wounds...cannot be healed," Springtrap replied, his anger was like a volcano...and it was the size of Yellowstone.
He got up and started walking around the room, pulling on his bunny ears in frustration.
"Just answer me this one question Goldie, the final question," he turned to face him.
"Is the real reason to why you abandoned me, was simply because you didn't want to accept the fact that our world had changed...is that it, the root to all of this?"
Goldie stood up and faced Springtrap.
"Yes, it is the real reason," he answered.
Springtrap covered his face with his hands.
He started to groan, which turned into a growl and when he removed his hands, his expression was one of hatred, pain and betrayal all rolled into one.
"Get...out...now!" He hissed, through gritted teeth.
"No, I won't leave you Spring, I still care about you, regardless of what I did in the past, I will still be there for you."
"Leave...me...alone!" Springtrap stressed, he was starting to shake.
Goldie stepped forward and took hold of Springtrap's hands, before they could become fists.
"I will do whatever it takes to regain your trust and love, I will spend forever with you to make things right, be the family member you deserved, make up for those lost thirty-seven years."
He looked into Springtrap's hate filled eyes.
"Although you won't believe me when I say this and I don't blame you for it, but I do care about you, you are family to me and I will not let any more harm come to you...my friend."
Springtrap's expression appeared to soften, but in his mind, his anger showed him not present-day Goldie, but the Goldie from Fredbear's Dinner and he turned his back to him.
So Springtrap lashed out and lashed out hard.
He punched Goldie right across the face, giving him a black eye, a broken nose and knocking him to the floor with a heavy thud.
Goldie was stunned, groaning, as he turned over to see Springtrap, towering over him with his fist raised.
He was breathing heavily, as if he was out of breath.
Then his anger faded away and he saw what he had done.
Goldie put his hand to his nose, he felt a wet liquid and saw it was blood, his right eye ached.
"Spring?" He asked, completely shocked and dazed.
"Get out of here Goldie, before I lose it again," Springtrap replied, he felt his anger building once more.
Goldie picked himself up and ran towards the door.
Then Springtrap's anger regained control.
"I HATE YOU GOLDIE, I FUCKING HATE YOU!" He screamed, as he started to thrash the entire room.
Goldie threw the door wide open and raced down the staircase, stumbling as he fell about in the dark.
He looked back briefly to see Springtrap at the top of the stairs, giving him a death stare.
"I'LL NEVER EVER FORGIVE YOU, YOU HEAR, NEVER!" He shouted.
Goldie ran down to the ground floor, he passed Jeremy who was on his the way up.
"Goldie what's wrong?" He asked, but Goldie just ignored him and kept on running.
He unlocked the front door and ran outside into the darkness, nothing mattered now.
He didn't care where he was running too, he was crying as tears ran down his face, all the guilt and regret which had built up over the years came to the surface as he underwent a complete emotional breakdown.
He ran down the street, turned a corner at the very end and vanished into the night...never to be see again.
Everyone else couldn't sleep, they had heard everything, every detail, every word.
The Toys having moved the bed from Toy Chica's and Mangle's room, so to make extra sleeping space, laid hurdled together with Chica, Foxy and Bonnie.
They gripped each other as the shouting started, followed swiftly by the sounds of a punch up.
On the ground floor, Balloon Boy and the Puppet, who was now wide awake, listened as they laid there on their separate couches.
Mike and Jeremy also lay there wide awake in their own beds, listening to the heated arguments which took place above them.
Although, when sounds of the room being wrecked came through the floor, Jeremy went up to investigate, encountering Goldie on the way up.
However, Jeremy quickly decided not to face Springtrap at the height of his anger and had rather wisely returned to bed.
Best sort the issue out in the morning.
Even Freddy, as he lay in his sleep bag in the treehouse outside could hear the arguments taking place between Goldie and Springtrap.
Through one of the treehouse's open windows, he could see the dark silhouettes of Goldie and Springtrap arguing behind the blinds.
Things it appeared through getting heated and then Springtrap struck Goldie hard, who was knocked to the floor.
His heart missed a beat when he saw that.
"Goldie!" His mind screamed in shock.
He the saw Springtrap starting to trash the place, he appeared to grab hold of the blinds and ripped them off their holdings.
Now Freddy had a clear view to see the inside of the room as Springtrap began to tear it apart, his anger knew no bounds.
Then the sound of the front door being slammed wide open erupted through the air.
Freddy shot up in bed and got out of his sleeping bag.
In the dark, he fumbled for the flashlight, grabbing hold of it and turning on the light.
He then stumbled his way to the main tree house door, opening it wide.
He did so just in time to see a medium size figure run out of the house, dash down the street and turn a street corner before vanishing completely from sight.
"I guess the talk didn't go down so well," he muttered, but he knew that was only the very tip of the iceberg.
A very large iceberg…
Ok guys heads up, this is the last chapter I am uploading on a daily basis, eleven chapters is more an enough to give readers a taste of what to expected from this story.
From now on all future chapters will be weekly uploads, to give me more time to develop them, good work shouldn't be rushed after all.
Maybe on a few occasions though, depending on the individual chapter's size, I may upload it sooner than expected.
With that being said, chapter twelve should be out a week from now, so stay tune.
Thanks for reading and to those who are now actively following this story, please review it helps. ;-)