Hey all, sorry for the long delay, I've been rather busy as of late, so to make it up there'll be two chapter uploads this week, one after the other. :-)
I'll be expanding this story's universe over the course of the next few chapters, there's a lot of lore to cover and this is where the story links back into FNAF lore.
Enjoy...
Chapter 24.
A Mournful Reunion.
"Those we love never go away, even when they can't be physically present."
Unknown
"Do you think they're done yet?" Mike asked calmly, as both he and Jeremy sat outside, watching the rest of the world go by.
"Well they've stopped screaming, the hammering has ceased so I can only guess their anger has finally died down," Jeremy answered, stretching back and yawning.
Man had it been an exhausting day, not to mention surreal. It had been ten whole minutes since the screaming had stopped, when ten voices had been yelling nonstop amidst the sound of stuff behind trashed. "Well, it's been ten minutes, we might as well as go and check on them," Mike muttered, getting up.
If they were still in an aggressive state, then he would close the doors on them and leave them to it. The Fazbears themselves had suggested such advice decades ago for whenever they went into one of their 'fits'.
With Jeremy's keys, he unlocked the back doors and opened them wide.
What they both saw was what they were pretty much excepting.
The back of the van had been trashed, there were huge dents in the metal framework, boxes tossed about…although the pile of guns which they had brought back with them was rather surprisingly left untouched. Everyone else was sitting on the floor, knees up to their chests, with their arms wrapped around their legs and their heads resting on their knees.
All signs of a typical individual undergoing an immense amount of stress. Meanwhile the dead body of Springtrap rested against the van's interior wall and Goldie still unconscious lay on the floor, breathing in and out to indicate that he was still alive. Slowly so not to disturb them, Mike and Jeremy climbed in, expecting at least one of them to react.
However no one did.
Both nightguards looked at each other, confused as to what to do…were the children's spirits still in control, simply luring them into a sense of false security?
When their rage was in control they saw everyone in the same guilty light. Jeremy whispered something to Mike who after several seconds of deep thought nodded in agreement.
They both sat down, joining their companions on the floor.
"So…are you guys feeling any better?" Jeremy asked quietly even though any answer to be given was obvious.
Freddy was the first to speak and he was anything but happy.
"How...how can people like you put up with people like us?"
Then Toy Chica spoke up and her voice was equally mournful.
"We're messed up, two souls in one body, a toxic mix."
"We aren't like the Nightmares, yet somehow we are the same," Bonnie muttered.
"We have both killed people…even if we didn't mean to."
"Will this nightmare ever end?" Mangle asked, although it was more a moan of despair than an actual question.
For both men this kind of talk wasn't normal, the Fazbears they knew weren't the ones to blame themselves for their situation.
Mike was the first to answer.
"We know you….we know what you've been through, we know the situation that your locked in with being vessels for dead children." He paused for moment before continuing. "You're our friends, best even and we wanted to help you, back in 1993 I could have left you guys once my two weeks were up as you already know."
He then sighed, reviling moments of both terror, surprise and emotional trauma. "I almost called the police in on you lot when I found out about the murders." He brought his left thumb and second finger close together. "I was this close to bringing the law enforcement in, but I didn't because at the time a small part of me wanted to know why you had done it."
He chuckled, recalling a death threat from Freddy Fazbear himself. "You nearly killed me when I found out about the Toys, good thing I always carried a gun on my person."
And yes, there had been several close calls when he had nearly pull his gun out on them.
"But in the end, I came to realize that it wasn't your fault and seeing how downtrodden you all were living in that dump I decided to help you out."
"And it turned out for the better." His eyes then caught the lifeless corpse of Springtrap, still resting against the van's inner wall.
"Mostly for the better anyway…"
Then Jeremy interjected, reaching out and patting Toy Freddy on the shoulder. "I was in a slightly different position to Mike; you guys were not that hostile."
Then he remembered Mangle dangling above him every night.
"To begin with…"
His pause made Toy Freddy smile briefly, he knew what and who Jeremy was referring to. "Granted if you could all stop trashing my stuff, but like Mike I want to help you, this wasn't your fault…"
"You don't need to keep on covering for us Jeremy," Toy Bonnie sobbed, still clutching her bleeding shoulder. "We are responsible for what 'they' do."
"To an extent yes, but it wasn't your fault that you ended up in this position, was it?" Jeremy asked, pointing what he thought to be the obvious.
There was a long drawn out silence as no one answered his question. "Let me put this way, if I didn't believe that you were not in the wrong, then I wouldn't have stuck by your side for as long as I have…would I?" His words carried an undoubtable level of truth to them, he had been with them the longest out of anyone else they knew outside of their immediate family.
"Fazbear's Pizzeria was your livehood and it was wrongly taken away from you."
Jeremy eyed Freddy directly, remembering a pledge he had made to him back in 1987.
"And if there's still a chance for it to be revived which frankly you guys show no lack of having, then I'll be with you every step of the way."
"Have you ever stopped being so optimistic Jeremy?" Mangle asked, despite her sulked posture, you can tell by her tone that she was amused with his words.
"Well someone has too if Freddy stops being a dreamer."
"I never did!" Freddy remarked sharply, although it said humorously. "We're sorry for lashing out," Chica mumbled, still resting her head on her knees.
"'They' should have known better."
Jeremy just chuckled humourlessly to himself.
"Well…" he muttered, looking around, studying the mess. "It's nothing I can't fix, so don't worry."
"Besides, you ordered us to leave, we know you don't want to harm us," Mike added solemnly. "We don't…" Foxy muttered sully, rubbing his eyes. "The children however. . .we can't control them, not when they get like that."
"We know what to do when things get tense, don't worry about us," Jeremy replied.
"We will though, you are our friends after all," Toy Freddy answered thoughtfully.
Another moment of silence passed before anyone spoke again.
"We should have stayed," Bonnie muttered, sounding very regretful. "We shouldn't have left him to face Nightmare Fredbear alone."
That sentence made everyone raise their heads, revealing their faces to which Mike and Jeremy could see were still red from crying. All eyes were on Bonnie who had curled herself up in a corner, arms around her knees which hugged her chest.
"It's our fault he's dead."
"NO!"
With an instant all eyes turned to face the newcomer, which was Toy Bonnie, whose eyes now held a serious expression.
"Don't you even think about blaming yourself Bonnie, Springtrap died because of Nightmare Fredbear…not you."
She crawled over to Bonnie and pulled her in a hug, embracing her fully.
"It wasn't you, it was him," she whispered, allowing her counterpart to sob mournfully into her chest.
"There, there, just let it all out."
"Besides, why did he face Nightmare Fredbear alone?" Toy Chica asked, as she and the other Toys didn't know the full story. "We got to the main office on the sixth floor, we found Vincent, but Nightmare Fredbear was with him…"
Freddy sighed, so Chica took over.
"With Goldie being 'turned' so to put it, Nightmare Fredbear had instant healing abilities, so we couldn't kill him."
"Instant healing abilities?" Mangle asked, looking confused as was everyone else. "How the hell does that work?"
"Vincent said it was a side effect of the transformation, but it only lasts for a day," Chica answered, running her hand through hair as she tried to make sense of what had occurred back at the factory. "Anyway, with additional endoskeletons closing in we ran, but Nightmare Fredbear caught up with us."
"He was a hard-tough bastard," Foxy muttered, shaking his head.
"The four of us could barely get him down on the floor with all the bullets we put in him."
Chica continued.
"He could heal very quickly, he pinned all four of us against the wall."
Again the Toys looked shocked.
"He was very strong," Chica stated, trying to remember the timeline of recent events.
"He was crushing us, aiming to crack our ribcages or just suffocate us, but at the last moment Springtrap intervened."
She paused to hold back the tears that were starting to build.
"He knocked Nightmare Fredbear out, saved us and then he ordered us to go and help the others, be it Mike, Jeremy, you guys or BB and the Puppet."
She breathed in, once again trying to control her tears.
"And we just went, we told him it would be suicidal to take on Nightmare Fredbear alone but…"
She started to sob, burying her head into Foxy's shoulder, who cradled her in support.
"He insisted that we went and helped the others, he said that he'll keep Nightmare Fredbear away…and he clearly paid for it…with his life," Foxy mumbled, casting his eyes over to Springtrap's motionless body.
Toy Freddy sighed.
"You know…as tragic as this is….it could have been a lot worse."
Both the Toys and Originals turned in his direction, putting him on the spot.
"If you guys had stayed with Springtrap and given the fact that Nightmare Fredbear was unkillable, you could have all died."
There were several nods of agreement from the others.
"However, if you guys didn't turn up when you did."
Toy Freddy's eyes wandered over from the Originals to the other Toys.
"The four of us would not be here, we would be buried at the bottom of a smoking crater."
He was right, the Nightmares would have surely killed them, leaving them free to go after the others.
Freddy sighed deeply.
"Your right, we lost one, but we could have lost four instead, plus on a lighter side, Springtrap got rid of Nightmare Fredbear and brought Goldie back…so it wasn't a complete failure."
"By the way," Balloon Boy spoke up, sounding very nervous.
"The Puppet and I would like to apologise for…"
He looked down at the floor, unable to meet the others in the eye.
"Blowing the building up."
"That massive explosion was caused by you two!" Toy Bonnie exclaimed, not out of anger, but rather one of complete shock which was shared by the other Toys.
"You did what!" Mangle yelled.
"How do you do it?" Toy Chica inquired.
"And most importantly why?" Toy Freddy asked, although he sounded the sternest out of the four.
Feeling rather pressured, Puppet slowly joined BB in looking down at the floor, like a criminal waiting for their inevitable conviction.
"We. . .were trapped in the basement storage room, we took refuge there after falling through the ventilation system, the endoskeletons which chased us were trying to break in," Puppet started.
Her white dots for eyes glanced up briefly to read the Toys' expressions.
"For a time, we thought there was no way out, but we found a pipe that lead up to the roof, we've called the Originals and told them not to come down and to go and help you."
Both she and BB felt like they were being sentenced.
"We found some dynamite and a timer, placed it against the door which we had barricaded, set the timer and legged it up the pipe."
They both looked up.
"Sorry…for putting you all in harm's way."
For the Toys, it was that explosion which had left them in a very dangerous position.
Toy Chica sighed as she crawled over to the two and hugged them, her bright blonde hair smothering them both.
"What you two did was very very dangerous, yes it put us in harm's way, in fact the four of us nearly died, yet…."
"You didn't know and you didn't intent for anyone to get hurt…plus."
She thought for a moment of what to say next.
"You did sort of make things difficult for Vincent, which is a plus for me."
"I do have a quick question, what happened to the Nightmares?" Mangle asked, turning to face Freddy.
Freddy lowered his head and muttered softly.
"They got away, we nearly had them."
"Vincent intervened with his endoskeleton pals and got them out, before we could strike the killing blow," Foxy groaned.
"Bastard!" he cursed, venting his frustration by hitting the inner wall of the van with his hook.
"We were so close, had them down on the floor, groaning about in complete agony."
Again, came that strong sense of anger which Mike had seen countless times, the victim persona which had hung over the Fazbear ever since 1983.
Deciding to bring everyone back to the present, he wolf whistled to get everyone's attention.
"If we're all done with talking things over, then we should get back to the house, rest and decide what do to with Springtrap."
"I agree, you guys look like you could do with a rest, as well as get more bandages on those wounds," Jeremy added.
And then he fully saw Toy Bonnie's shoulder wound.
"And some stitching."
He turned and hopped out of the van and went to the front, getting into the front driver's seat, while Mike closed the van's back doors shut.
"Ok let's go," he said, giving Jeremy the all clear to start the engine.
Within a minute, he pulled into his drive and parked.
He got out and proceeded to unlock the door, while Mike helped the others out of the back. Freddy and Toy Freddy along with Foxy and Toy Chica proceeded to carry the body of Springtrap out, being carefully not to drop him. At the same time, Bonnie, Toy Bonnie, Chica and Mangle slowly carried Goldie out, being extra carefully not to drop him on the ground.
Together they went inside, carrying the two along and slowly laying them down on the lounge's floor. They stared at the two, one alive, the other dead.
"So, what do we with them?" Balloon Boy asked, looking at his elders for a sense of direction.
At first no one knew the answer.
"I…guess we could put Goldie in one of the rooms, have someone watch over him until he wakes up," Mangle suggested.
The Puppet folded her arms and nodded in agreement.
"I think that'll work, the watcher can call us in when he finally wakes up."
"Aye lassie, but what do we do with…Springtrap?" Foxy asked, unable to take his eyes off Springtrap's motionless corpse.
"We…."
Bonnie sighed.
"I think…we should leave him here, covered him with a sheet and then when Goldie awakes, he can decide what do to with him."
She turned to looked at the others, sadness filled her eyes. "He was his best friend…it's only fair that Goldie gets to decide…he knew Springtrap best."
"Yeah…your right Bonnie, it should be Goldie's decision," Chica muttered in agreement. "Ok, but which room should we put Goldie in?" Toy Bonnie asked indecisively.
"He can go in ours…we have enough space," Freddy answered, stepping forward.
Together with Foxy, Toy Freddy and Bonnie helping him, they carried Goldie into Freddy's/Bonnie's room and laid him down on the bed. Meanwhile the others proceeded to cover Springtrap in a bright white sheet, exited the lounge and closed the doors behind them.
"Right…ok…anyone for coffee?" Jeremy asked, throwing the question out there.
"I'll take one," said Chica, raising her hand as did Toy Bonnie and Foxy.
"There's just one thing I want to address before I can actually relax," Toy Freddy stated, getting everyone's attention.
"Given that there are now four Nightmares, who have the ability to enter people's dreams and do God awful things to them…we cannot sleep alone."
"He's right we need to change our sleeping arrangements, I for one know what can happen when they enter your dreams," Chica added.
"Same," Freddy replied, raising his hand.
"So…there's around about….one, two, three, four, five…. twelve of us…thirteen counting Goldie as well as," Jeremy said, doing a quick headcount. "There's four of them so they can either target one person or take on four individually, so if the Originals along with Mike and Goldie were to sleep in one room and the Toys, with BB, the Puppet and I sleep in another, we should outnumber them and can alter the others if need be," he suggested.
Everyone else nodded in agreement, in the light of their current situation it was properly the best option they could take to guarantee their safety.
Then Mike decided to lay out what people could do to help themselves relax.
"Ok with that issue out the way, if you guys want to run a bath you can, take turns, but don't use up all the water and feel free to sleep, but make sure there's someone watching you."
Then he noticed Toy Bonnie's shoulder wound.
"Oh, yes and don't forget to heal yourselves…"
He smiled, with mischief glinting in his eyes.
"After all we can't have our five-star children entertainers looking all battered and bruised, now can we?" he asked.
Freddy laughed, finding the humor in Mike's words.
"Oh…Mike Schmidt…"
Their eyes locked.
"I'm so glad we decided not to stuff you into a suit."
"Yeah," Mike replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
"I'm especially glad that didn't happen."
Everyone laughed, remembering past moments when things were very different, when they didn't trust anyone, when they disliked everyone around them.
Until two men, complete strangers over time helped them regain their humanity, to see beyond the miserable present into the bright future…and they were forever grateful.
A mechanical skeleton like hand holding a needle containing some odd colored fluid approached an arm, this one made of flesh.
Holding the needle above the arm, the mechanical hand slowly lowered itself down towards its target.
The needle touched its target…or it would have done had another hand not grabbed it, stopping it in mid-action.
The endoskeleton's grey eyes turned to come face to face with a set of aggressive looking orangery yellow pupils.
"And just what do you think you're doing?" Nightmare Chica asked, sneering at the endoskeleton in question.
It paused for a few seconds, deciding on how to answer her question.
"Adminstering certain anti-botics and healing agents to help you recover, done so on the orders of Master Vincent."
Nightmare Chica relaxed her expression…although only slightly.
"Master Vincent ordered us to see to your welfare," the endoskeleton answered, actually staring her down with its grey emotionless eyes.
Nightmare Chica slowly let go of the endoskeleton's hand, releasing it from her grip and allowing it to continue with the procedure. The needle was slowly pushed into the skin with its contents being injected into her bloodstream and began its trip around the body.
Once the needle was removed, the endoskeleton left to administer other tasks.
Nightmare Chica sighed, clearly the contents of the needle were targeting the pain, acting a sort of pain relief.
Although her body was still ranked with pain, sores and aches.
She turned to her left and saw that across the living compartment was Nightmares Freddy, Bonnie and Foxy, all lying down on makeshift beds, covered by a quilt with various endoskeletons standing around, injecting all sorts of chemicals into their system.
"You guys ok?" she asked, trying to catch their attention.
Nightmare Foxy turned his head in her direction.
"Yeah, I'm fine as I can be lassie," he answered, grinning from ear to ear.
"I'm as happy as a bird."
Clearly, he wasn't fine.
"My world is spinning," Nightmare Bonnie groaned as the drugs took hold of her mind.
"Jesus Christ, my brain, it feels like it is pounding against my skull," Nightmare Freddy moaned, clutching his head as he underwent a massive headache.
"Painkillers sir," a fellow endoskeleton suggested, holding two small tablets in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.
Nightmare Freddy took both without any hesitation, swallowing the tablets and forcing them down his throat with water.
"Thanks," he grunted, looking at the endoskeleton who only gave him a blank stare.
It turned and walked away to pursue other tasks, just then the curtain to the cockpit was pushed aside and Vincent entered.
All four Nightmares turned in his direction, instantly noticing that he had most of his right shoulder covered in bandages.
"Well…" he began, surveying the room.
"You guys pulled through…good, because you were about to know how death feels, I'm sure Nightmare Fredbear does."
He walked forward, instantly Nightmare Freddy attempted to stand up, only for a shot of intense pain to rip through his leg, making him fall to the floor...or he would have done had nearby endoskeletons not intervened and helped him back onto the bed.
"I'm afraid that despite the best of my abilities as well as that of the remaining endoskeletons, you all remained critically wounded, especially your legs."
An endoskeleton handed him a medium sized glass jar, which was filled to the brim with metal shards…all of which were covered in blood.
"We pulled this much shrapnel out of you four," he stated proudly, passing it casually back and forth between his hands like it was a ball.
"Your bodies will heal, but it'll take time."
"And we don't have the luxury of time," Nightmare Chica answered scornfully to which Vincent nodded in agreement.
"Correct I'm afraid, but still…"
He sat down on a nearby chair, turning it round to face the four.
"As you properly already know, we lost Nightmare Fredbear…Goldie is back."
"How?" Nightmare Freddy asked, his eyes narrowing in anger.
"Well, it's a good thing I stored the camera footage on a memory pen, before we had that massive unexpected explosion which knocked everything out," Vincent replied, smiling with some sense of satisfaction.
He clicked his fingers and an endoskeleton came running carrying a small laptop.
Upon taking it, Vincent turned it on opening up the file explorer and searched for the data he needed.
When he found it, he opened the file, turning on the laptop's video player as a result.
He turned the device round to show the others, increased the volume and then pressed the play icon.
The four Nightmares leaned in as best as they could in order to see properly.
The footage, whilst a little bit hazy showed Nightmare Fredbear beating Springtrap, something which brought a smile to the Nightmares' faces.
They're ok with hurting others, but heaven forbid that any harm should come to them.
Then after Springtrap's confession, he hugged Nightmare Fredbear who opened his mouth and proceed to bite down on Springtrap's head.
So far there was nothing out of the ordinary…until it became evident that something was clearly wrong.
Nightmare Fredbear had now frozen in place, his sharp teeth barely even scratching the top of Springtrap's head.
"Have you paused it laddie?" Nightmare Foxy asked, trying to figure out what was wrong.
Vincent shook his head.
"No, the footage is still running."
For a few seconds, Nightmare Fredbear did absolutely nothing, Springtrap didn't even appear to notice as he was too busy crying his heart out.
Then suddenly Nightmare Fredbear began to twitch violently, he grabbed his head and screamed, so loud that made the other Nightmares covered their ears.
Their expression was one of complete and utter shock as they saw their figurehead wail like a demonic orchestra.
Nightmare Fredbear fell forward, still screaming with his body twisting itself in all sorts of weird angles.
"What the fuck is going on!" Nightmare Bonnie exclaimed, shouting to be heard over the intense screaming.
"Just watch," Vincent ordered, his eyes locked forward, he hadn't fliched once since the screaming had started.
Then all sound abruptly stopped much to the Nightmares' surprise as Nightmare Fredbear fell silent with his head falling forward, becoming motionless.
Then they saw a brownish golden orb fly out of his chest, it flew around the room, getting faster and faster until it shot out into the corridor like a rocket never be seen again.
Then Vincent pressed pause, ending the video.
The Nightmares' jaws had dropped to the floor, their eyes widen in complete shock…this was new and they didn't much like the fact that they couldn't control it.
"What just happened?" Nightmare Chica asked, as reality of the new situation settled in.
Vincent closed the laptop.
"It would appear and I've studied the footage for a considerable length of time, that Goldie was able to regain control and reverse the whole process."
"How and are we in danger?" Nightmare Foxy asked, gesturing to the others.
"I'm still looking into it, but judging by my understanding due to the process having been completed only recently and Goldie's will, he still resided somewhere within the subconscious." Vincent paused, gathering his thoughts together.
"Thus, when Nightmare Fredbear attacked Springtrap, it gave Goldie enough determination and willpower to fight, win and force Nightmare Fredbear out." He then looked at Nightmare Foxy directly.
"And to answer your second question, no you four should be safe from what befell Nightmare Fredbear, remember you've been inhabiting those bodies since 1987, the souls of the men and women who once existed are no more, those bodies are yours...until you die, go back to Limbo and then I'll have to start the whole process over again."
"Well…at least we're safe," Nightmare Freddy muttered, his eyes reading Vincent's.
"Still it doesn't solve the fact that your injured," Vincent replied, breaking into a small smile.
"We're not incapable," Nightmare Bonnie stated firmly.
"Can you all walk then?" Vincent asked humorously, raising an obvious point.
All four Nightmares were determined to prove to him that they could, threw off the covers and moved their legs round, dropping to the floor. The instant they did, a harsh stab of intense pain shot up their legs, causing them to cring and immediately push themselves back into their respective makeshift beds.
"You shouldn't overestimate yourselves, nothing good will come from it," Vincent stated, getting off his chair and standing at his full height, effectively towering over the Nightmares. He looked from one Nightmare to the next, his eyes holding that mischevious look to them.
"What's so assuming laddie?" Nightmare Foxy asked, eyeing him.
Vincent sighed, sounding somewhat relieved.
"Everytime I look at you four, I am reminded of them…the Originals."
That comment made the Nightmares' narrow their eyes in annoyance, although to be completely honest, Vincent had a point…besides their nightmarish features and tattered clothes, the Nightmares were just another version of the Originals like the Toys were.
"You do know who we really represent…don't you?" Nightmare Bonnie asked in a cold tone.
Vincent's eyes immediately darken in response.
"Yes…I know who you're based on…I knew it when I first saw you…I've never forgot those faces."
He stepped forward, towering right over them, his shadowy presence made the Nightmares feel small inside.
"However….I know you are not the real thing….we both have the same goal, why else are we fighting on the same side."
He laughed.
"What is seen in the real world, can be misunderstood in the mind of a child."
He smiled, patting Nightmare Freddy on the head, something which he didn't particularly like.
"I'm not gonna betray you guys, if that's what you're thinking."
"Anyway…" Nightmare Chica muttered, looking away and letting the moment past.
"We need to heal quickly."
"Yeah and I don't have anything onboard that can do instant healing I'm afraid," Vincent replied scratching his head.
Then an idea came to Nightmare Foxy.
"I have an idea….it might work, but do you guys remember…"
He paused, trying to find the answer.
"Nightmarione."
The instant the words left his mouth, the other three Nightmares turned to face him, their eyes going wide with uncertainty.
"Her…and how would she be of help exactly?" Nightmare Bonnie asked burtly to which Nightmare Foxy smiled in response.
"She has powers…one of them might be healing, in all these years of knowing her we've never really asked what she's truly capable of."
That was a fair point given the fact that the Nightmare Crew had spent most of their time watching over the child and waiting for the signal to act. "You have a point there N-Foxy," Nightmare Chica muttered, nodding in agreement.
"I suppose we could go back and inform the others of recent events, although Nightmare Fredbear has properly told them already," Nightmare Freddy suggested, thinking about the idea.
"Well I'm for it, what other option to we really have," Nightmare Foxy argued.
Slowly the others nodded, seeing how there was no real alternative or quick fix to their situation.
"Ok, we'll sleep for as long as we need be," Nightmare Freddy ordered.
"I'll keep the airship over Lake Michigen until you four wake up, got plenty of fuel in the tank so take your time, plus we need to plan our next move later," Vincent replied, sitting back down on his chair.
Nightmare Freddy smiled, his eyes glowing with an unexplainable joy.
"Why not let them make the next move…for a change?" he asked in a delightful tone, throwing the option out there for discussion.
"Indeed…perhaps it's better to leave the ball in their court…for now," Vincent replied, seeming to agree with Nightmare Freddy's suggestion.
The four Nightmares laid back, resting their heads against the pillows, meanwhile Vincent instructed several nearby endoskeletons to administer sleeping tablets to help the Nightmares drift off to sleep more easily. They knew how to get back, for them it was a simple route from reality to limbo and vice versa.
As they drifted off to sleep, one crucial question remained on their minds. Just how long would it take for their counterparts to put together the puzzle which was slowly being laid out.
Yet further still would they fully understand its interpretation upon completing it?
Toy Bonnie sighed in complete tranquillity as her skin soaked in the warm soapy bath water, this….was perfect…just what she needed. Once everyone had gone their separate ways, Chica had kindly offered to see to her shoulder wound, dousing it in TCP which hurt and dressing it in water proof bandages.
She also took time to administer treatment to the wounds on her lower back which she had received when Nightmare Bonnie had proceeded to slash her with her claws. The other Toys had also received treatment with Jeremy having to extract the bullet from Toy Freddy's shoulder…that wasn't an easy task in itself with him screaming throughout most of it.
Above all she was ok, allowing the warm bath water to refresh her aching limbs.
She wanted to stay in this bath forever…unfortunately she couldn't as Mangle wanted one next.
However, it did give her time to think and voice her opinions alone.
"There was something Toy Freddy wanted to tell me later?" she pondered, her mind flashing back to the moment when after pulling the glass shard out of her shoulder.
He had said there was something he wanted tell her…but not then and now.
Now she had remembered, she couldn't forget it…she wanted to know, it burned within her mind like a bonfire.
She hoped that he would say that he loved her like she loved him.
Dousing her hair in shampoo, she thought over the moments where she'd try to catch his attention, but Toy Freddy just didn't seem to notice. Either he was too busy trying to manage everyone else or his mind was elsewhere and Toy Bonnie had made several serious attempts to get his attention….very serious attempts.
She knew that the others had made comments about him having his head in the clouds and being oblivious...he was just never in the 'game'.
"Has he even noticed…for real?" she asked herself, for each time she failed, the more it hurt her inside. She then completely submerged herself underwater and allowed the water to wash away the shampoo, as she allowed her mind to wander over recent events.
"Springtrap is gone…Goldie hasn't woken up yet…and Vincent and his Nightmare friends are still loose."
She rolled her eyes sarcastically.
"What a day…"
That was properly an understatement.
"And I thought things couldn't get any stranger."
She rose up, sitting fully upright as she broke through the surface of the bath water.
"Hopefully something good can come out of all this."
Her eyes narrowed as her mind flashed back to Nightmare Bonnie.
"She will get what's coming to her…that sadisitic bitch."
Nightmare Bonnie along with her friends nearly killed her family, nearly killed Toy Freddy and they would have done if they could.
She wanted to kill them, to make them feel what she felt…it was only fitting.
"No...not now…not yet," she muttered, shaking her head and dismissing the army of negative thoughts.
Turning to look at the bathroom's clock she saw the time and decided that she should get out.
Lifting herself out of the bath and wrapping herself in a bathrobe, she proceed to dry herself.
"I must really thank Jeremy for letting us stay here, we've never really done anything for him in return for his hospitality."
She smiled as her mind drew on past memories.
"And to think we were about to kill him then," she chuckled, remembering the moment when she and the others had completely surrounded Jeremy who had his Freddy mask on and it was 5.59am.
They were literally about to take him away to be stuffed, Goldie had even brought the suit with him so they could do it there and now.
They were so close…then the clock chimed six and everyone had go back to their positions, the Toys on the stage, the Originals in the parts and services room and Jeremy immediately legged it for the exit, she had never seen him looked so relieved.
Then again, who wouldn't be when you were about to be stuffed alive into a suit, an old worn out prop suit to be specific.
However and to be fair, she and other four were just playing a game to the pass the time, they had no real intention of actually killing Jeremy unlike the Originals.
Puppet however...she seemed to take on a more sinister personality at night.
How little did she and others know of what was truly going on until they got possessed themselves and then everything made sense.
Bonbon…are you done yet?" a voice called, followed by knocking on the bathroom door.
"Almost Mangle, just let me get dressed…do you want me to pull the plug and let you run your own bath?" Toy Bonnie asked, pushing her inner thoughts aside to focus.
"Errr…no, I'll use the current water…it'll help save on Jeremy's water bills," Mangle replied.
"Good thinking," Toy Bonnie muttered, throwing the towel over her hair.
After rubbing off a sufficient amount of water, she got dressed in the new clothes she had brought in and then opened the door.
She smiled at Mangle who was waiting patiently on the other side with her own change of clothes.
"Hey," she said, smiling back in a friendly manner.
In truth Mangle wasn't one for smiling given her troubled past, but when she did...she really did shine.
"Hey, the bath's yours," Toy Bonnie gestured, stepping aside to let her enter.
"Thanks Toy Bonnie," Mangle replied warmly, taking the initiative.
"Where are the others?"
Mangle turned around to face her.
"Oh, some are in the kitchen and the others are watching over Goldie in Freddy's and Bonnie's room, nothing really happening as of now."
"Oh…thanks," Toy Bonnie said, grinning as she turned to go with her hair swinging from side to side.
Several hours later…
They had been waiting….waiting for a sign….still there was nothing.
The sun was starting to set as Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy stared at the sleeping Goldie who lay on the bed.
Everything was quiet…yet the atmosphere in the room was tense as they watched his chest rise and fall.
"So…" Freddy began.
"Has anyone thought of what to tell Goldie when he wakes up?"
The others merely shook their heads.
"No captain, every sentence I've thought of will only end in tears," Foxy replied, his eyes remained downcast.
"He'll be so happy when he wakes up though and it'll all just end in tragery again," Bonnie muttered.
"What do I say other than hey Goldie welcome back to reality, by the way your best friend Springtrap is dead!" Chica exclaimed, clearly the most nerevous out of all of them.
"We'll have to tell him, lying would only make it worse," Freddy stated, his voice a plain monotone.
"Yeah, there's no easy way out of this…at least he's in the bliss of ignorance at the moment," Chica remarked, rubbing her hands together and trying to ignore her fears.
"He'll ask where Springtrap is once he's woken up fully…I guess we could show him the body," Foxy suggested sorrowfully.
That caused both Bonnie and Chica to turn in his direction, mouths wide open.
"What if Goldie has a mental breakdown upon seeing it, remember he has answers, no one has gone through what he has, just imagine what he's seen," Bonnie argued.
"He could answer so much, and I don't think he would even want to see the body," Chica added.
"If it meant starting closure for Goldie, then I think it would be a good thing for him," Freddy muttered, agreeing Foxy's suggestion.
He turned to face the others who in turn faced him.
"Goldie will want to tell us what he's seen and heard, he will also want to pay his last respects to his best friend…he deserves that and it would be wrong of us to deny him the chance."
Chica sighed, lowering her head.
"You're right, yes Goldie needs it, we all do," she said, agreeing with him.
She then turned away and instantly she gasped with her eyes going wide with shock.
The others turned and they also gasped, their bodies freezing in place.
For there right in front of them was Goldie, sitting upright and eyes wide open.
"Oh…. Goldie…."
Freddy tired to smile.
"Hi."
"Hey Goldie how are you," Bonnie squeaked, clearly shocked.
"Welcome back to reality," Chica cheered, although she was struggling to smile.
"How long have you been sitting there?" Foxy asked, clasping his hands together and trying his best to look not surprised.
Yet Goldie didn't respond to any of them, but rather stared at the four, his dark red eyes slowly shifting from one to the other, studying them in great depth.
For a moment, nothing happened as he just continued to stare at the people in front of him.
But slowly his expression changed…to one of anger, he narrowed his eyes.
"Goldie…what's wrong?" Freddy asked, clearly put off by Goldie's aggressive expression.
Goldie shot him a glare of utter hatered, something Freddy himself had not seen in over thrity years.
"What have you done to him, what have you done to the child!"
"What?"
"Don't play dumb with me Nightmare Freddy!"
Freddy's eyes widen as did the others.
"Wait, what!"
Then within an instant Goldie leapt off the bed and went straight for Freddy like a hawk on the warpath.
Knocking Freddy straight to the floor, Goldie grabbed his throat and started to squeeze, cutting into Freddy's airways.
"GOLDIE, ITS ME FREDDY!" He shouted, trying to desperately pull Goldie's hands off his neck.
"GOLDIE IT'S US!" Bonnie shouted, trying to pull him off Freddy.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Chica screamed also attempting to yank Goldie away.
However he merely turned round and smacked her right in the chest, knocking her onto the floor.
"GOLDIE WAKE UP!" Bonnie yelled, pulling on his hands to drag him off Freddy.
"I'VE SEEN SO MUCH, YOU JOINED FORCES WITH VINCENT TO PURSUE THE SAME GOAL, BUT WHY, I CAN ONLY GUESS!" Goldie screamed, putting more and more pressure onto Freddy's throat, effectively cutting off his breathing.
All Freddy could do was kick his legs aimlessly and thrash at Goldie's arms in a vailent attempt to free himself.
"YOU NIGHTMARES THINK YOU'RE SO TOUGH, WELL HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE COMPLETELY HELPLESS!" Goldie shouted, strangling Freddy so hard that his face was starting to go purple due to lack of oxygen.
"GOLDIE, YOU'RE GONNA KILL HIM!" Bonnie yelled, yanking one of his hands off Freddy while Chica grabbed hold of the other.
Togther they pulled Goldie away from Freddy which enabled him to breathe once more.
Bonnie and Chica wrestled with Goldie trying to control him, but an angered Goldie was a dangerous Goldie.
"GOLDIE WAKE UP!" Chica shouted, trying to tied him down, but Goldie shook her off and turned on Bonnie.
With a swift kick he swept her legs out from under her, sending her crashing to the floor, then Chica leapt onto his back, making Goldie temporarly lose his balance.
Foxy meanwhile was looking round the room in desperation for something to use.
By now Goldie had thrown Chica off, having grabbed her by the collar and flinging her off, before turning to face Freddy once more.
"You Nightmares are gonna reap what you've sowed!""GOLDIE IS ME FREDDY, BONNIE, CHICA AND FOXY!" Freddy shouted, breathing heavily as he stood up.
Then Foxy saw something he could use.
Goldie's dark red eyes locked with Freddy's light blue.
"You're not Freddy, your Nightmare Freddy, I can see it clearly," he snarled.
He advanced on Freddy, raising his fists.
"You're going to pay for what you did to Freddy and Chica you cold hearted bastard!"
"I AM FREDDY AND THAT'S CHICA!" Freddy yelled, putting his fists up.
He really didn't want to fight Goldie, he really didn't.
Goldie was about to bring his fists against Freddy when there was a loud smack.
Everything went silent as Goldie fell forward onto his knees and collapsed to the floor with a thud.
Freddy saw Foxy standing above the now once again unconscious Goldie, holding a metal lamp shade.
Clearly he had just used it to knock Goldie out by smacking it hard against the back of his head.
"Sorry Goldie, but we don't want to fight you," he muttered, putting it back on the bedside table.
"Freddy are you ok?" Foxy asked, stepping around the unconscious Goldie.
"Yeah," Freddy answered, rubbing his aching neck.
"I'm fine, although my neck hurts like hell, but what on earth made him do that?"
"His mind must have been struggling to understand his short term memories in other words, when he woke up he wasn't fully aware where he was, his mind must have recreated a scene involving him and the Nightmares, hence why he attacked us," said Bonnie as Chica pulled her up.
"Still I never knew Goldie was that strong, he nearly took us all out." There was groaning as Goldie stirred, everyone stepped back in case he tired to attack them again. Slowly Goldie lifted his head, opening his eyes, only now his expression was noticeably one of confusion and dizziness.
Sitting upright, he looked around, unsure of his surroundings.
Eventfully his eyes fell on Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy who all looked nervous, backing away with their fists raised, excepting a fight.
"Bonnie…. Foxy….Chica….Freddy?" he asked, slowly standing up on both feet.
"Goldie…you can see us?" Chica hesitantly asked, still keeping her fists up.
He slowly nodded.
"Yes…I can see you."
Everyone slowly lowered their fists, letting their hands fell naturally by their side.
Freddy stepped forward, he held out his hand, Goldie grasped it.
"Welcome back to reality Goldie," he stated, as he shook Goldie's hand.
However, Goldie decided to make things more personal and he pulled Freddy into a hug, enjoying his comfort and the sensation of being back.
He beckoned the others to join in, pulling them into the hug as well.
For all five them, time appeared to stand still as they all embraced one another, hugging their metor, tutor and father figure.
To them Goldie was family, they owed a lot to him.
Nothing moved, no one spoke, allowing the moment overtake them, each one was overjoyed inside that Goldie was back…and that he wasn't attacking them.
"So Goldie…..how do you feel?" Foxy asked, being the first to break the silence.
Goldie smiled.
"I'm fine, Foxy…it's good to be back."
"Ok, I know you've just come back, but we need to tell the others," Chica said, breaking off from the hug.
She turned and ran to the bedroom door, threw it open, cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled at the top of her voice.
"GOLDIE'S BACK, HE'S UP!"
Instantly wherever they were in the house, everyone picked up on the message.
The Toys who were upstairs playing cards in the loft stopped what they were doing and ran down the stairs.
Toy Chica was so desperate to see Goldie that she nearly killed herself running down the steps, even shoving her family members aside.
"Excuse me, out of way, coming through!"
Upon reaching the room, Toy Freddy was about to enter and shake Goldie's hand.
"Goldie it's so good to see yo-"
Then he was knocked aside by a crazy Toy Chica.
"GOLDIEEEEEEE!"
She was clearly in fangirl mode.
She ran forward and leapt at him, Goldie's expression slowly changed from one of happyines to one of pure terror as Toy Chica closed in.
She wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her head into his chest and giggling like a school girl.
"YOU'RE BACK, YOU'RE BACK, YOU'RE ACTUALLY BACK!"
Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy had stepped away with Freddy turning to Toy Freddy and mouthing the words.
'Does she have a thing for him?'
Toy Freddy who was pushing himself off the floor, only nodded and rolled his eyes in slight annoyance.
'You think!' he mouthed back.
Then the other Toys arrived, along with Mike, Jeremy, Balloon Boy and the Puppet.
They all stared at Goldie, their eyes unable to accept the hard-cold fact that he was now up and walking about.
Toy Chica was still hugging him, acting like a corba and squeezing him in her iron grip.
Toy Freddy approached the pair and made a noise with his throat, catching their attention.
"Toy Chica…could we hug him now?" he asked, looking right at her in order to point out the obvious.
Instantly Toy Chica appeared to drop out of fangirl mode and then realized the message she was sending out to everyone.
Needless to say, Toy Bonnie and Mangle were grinning at her, they even wolf whistled just to make the scene that bit more awkward for her.
Now blushing bright red, she released Goldie from her grip and slowly stepped back, moving herself right out of the picture.
"Goldie, its' great to see you back in one piece, both mind and body," Toy Freddy remarked, stepping forward to shake his hand.
That comment caused the Originals to chuckled among themsleves, Toy Freddy hadn't seen what had occurred earlier when Goldie thought they were the Nightmares and attacked them.
Toy Bonnie and Mangle hugged Goldie, greatly enjoying his physical presence to which Balloon Boy and the Puppet joined in.
Finally, Mike and Jeremy took their turn, each individually embracing Goldie.
"God, I've missed you Goldie," Mike muttered.
"It's been hard keeping the others in line."
That earned an annoyed groan from the others to which Mike smiled.
They were so easy to wind up.
Jeremy hugged Goldie, patting him on the back.
"Glad your back, it just isn't the same without you," he said, relieved that the death toll from their rescue mission wasn't any higher.
Goldie smiled as he looked around, he was so happy to see them all, alive and well.
Until he noticed that someone was missing…someone very important to him.
"Where's Springtrap?"
The sound of glass shattering into a million pieces would be the best description for the mood dropping in the room. Everything went quiet as everyone apart from Goldie froze in whatever expression they had on.
"Where is Springtrap?" Goldie asked again, looking around.
"Why isn't he here?"
Everyone casted glances at eachother, unsure of what to say. Understandly they didn't want to be the first to break the news.
"Goldie…" Chica started, looking down at the floor.
"You see," Puppet muttered, rubbing her arms in discomfort and joining Toy Chica in staring down at the floor.
"Springtrap…he got you back…." Mangle couldn't even finish her sentence with her voice trailing off into nothing.
"However, he had received terrible injuries from Nightmare Fredbear when he was in control and…"
Mike sighed…This was difficult, properly one of the most hardest things for a person to do…to tell someone that their loved one was dead.
"We try our best to seal his wounds, we did everything we could…but…" Toy Bonnie looked away, she couldn't bring herself say it.
Goldie was confused, his eyes looked around at everyone and saw nothing but depression wherever he looked.
"The bleeding was too much…his wounds...were too great," Freddy mumbled.
"Goldie…Springtrap is dead."
Instantly the moment those words hit Goldie, he spun round to find the source….to see Balloon Boy staring at him, his bright blue eyes brimming with tears.
"Goldie…he's dead."
Everyone looked at BB, unable to believe that he was one who had just broke the truth to Goldie.
Complete and utter silence followed with Goldie just staring at Balloon Boy with a blank unreadable expression.
"We're sorry Goldie, we did all what we could…to save him."
Balloon Boy lowered his head and sighed with an unquestionable amount of sorrow.
"If you wish to see him…. he's in the lounge."
Goldie much to the surprise of everyone started to laugh, chuckling to himself.
"Oh, BB you joker, it's just like you to try and make me laugh after a horrible experience."
Balloon Boy held his cold stone gaze, the sad part was that he wasn't joking….how could he? Goldie continued to laugh, struggling to contain himself, either he really thought that everyone was telling him a bad joke or he didn't want to believe what he had just been told.
"Ok, ok, ok, ok, where is he, where's Springtrap?"
Goldie looked around only to see the same sad faces.
"Come on, where are you guys hiding him?"
Goldie's playful attitude towards not fully understanding the situation was tearing everyone up inside. "Guys…seriously, where is he?" he asked, becoming more stern as his happyiness faded away to be replaced with worry.
"Goldie…he's dead," Toy Bonnie answered, lowering her head.
"He's isn't coming back," Chica added, trying hard not to look Goldie square in the face.
Goldie's bear ears dropped, everyone was nodding…that could only mean one thing.
"Spring…dead…but…"
His eyes narrowed…he knew how and he knew who did it.
"We've put him down in the lounge, do you…. want to see him?" Toy Freddy asked, concerned over Goldie's mental welbeing.
Considering that he had been recently used as a vessel for his Nightmarish counterpart, he could snap and Toy Freddy was ready to restrain him if it was required.
Goldie sighed, swaying his head from left to right, unsure of what kind of answer to give.
"Yes…. it's for the best…I want to see him."
"Are you sure?" Jeremy asked, opening the door to the hall.
"Yes," Goldie replied rather sternly, turning in his direction.
Taking the opportunity before him, Goldie marched through and went straight for the lounge with everyone else following close behind in case he broke down and or in the Originals' case attacked them…again.
The door to the lounge was swung right open, all the way with Goldie casting a long dark shadow over the wooden floor boards.
Upon letting light into the room his vision cleared.
Casting his eyes and left and right, they fell upon the motionless figure covered by a white sheet.
Slowly he walked forward, eyes locked, fingers trembling, he could feel his heart banging against his rib cage.
The others watched from the doorway, all twelve of them, observing Goldie and the sheet covered figure that lay upon the floor.
Goldie was shaking, his breathing was tense as he got down on his hands and knees.
With his hands still trembling, he reached out and grabbed hold of the sheet. Yet for a moment, he was unsure of whether he really wanted to see what was underneath, his best friend…dead.
To the others, Goldie appeared to go stiff and unresponsive.
He sighed and shook his head, dismissing his thoughts.
"No…I need to see this…respect for him."
With one swift motion, he pulled the sheet back, revealing what he feared.
Springtrap covered in black bruises, open dired up wounds and looked like he had been dragged through hell.
His eyes were closed, thank God, Goldie knew he couldn't cope with Springtrap's dead greyish green pupils looking back at him.
"Spring…are you really gone?"
No answer, which in itself was effectively an answer.
Yes..he was gone.
Grasping his cold lifeless hands, interlocking his fingers with his, Goldie struggled to keep himself together.
"Your silly sod, you shouldn't have come for me…I do worry about you…getting yourself hurt, but it was good of you to come."
"What is he doing exactly?" Balloon Boy asked, looking confused by Goldie's words.
"He's speaking to him as he were alive."
"It's called griefing laddie, it works in different ways for everyone," Foxy answered, keeping his voice low so not to interrupt Goldie's moment.
"After all Spring…it's not as if you had a personal motive for coming to save me," Goldie muttered, feeling his eyes well up with tears.
He could easily guess why Springtrap had come to save him, but Springtrap himself would never confirm it.
"Its ok I know why you came Spring, I just wish I could have regained control sooner, it would have as you said…. spared you a beating," Goldie whispered, keeping a firm grip on Springtrap's hand.
He struggled to breathe, feeling a lump form in his throat, as his vision started to blur with tears. "I'm glad that you decided not to hate me after all…"
He started to sob with his entire body shaking all over.
"I won't forget you…my friend….my brother…"
He let the flood gates open as he pulled Springtrap upright and hugged him, burying his head into his shoulder.
"I won't let anyone forget you."
Then he felt a hand touch his shoulder.
"Goldie…I know how you feel."
It was Freddy.
"Even though I only knew him for several days…."
He struggled to find the right words admist Goldie's sobbing.
"I'm glad that I got to know him…. he will be greatly missed."
"Same here," said another voice, with a pair of arms pulling Goldie into an warm embrace.
Toy Chica cradled Goldie, slowly rocking him and stroking his hair to comfort him.
"I miss him too."
She didn't care what anyone thought of her feelings for Goldie...there was no room for it now.
By now everyone else had gathered round, all looking at the heart wretching scene.
"Goldie, are you handling this ok?" Bonnie asked, watching with growing concern as Goldie wept.
"Yes…," he answered, regaining control of himself.
"I'm fine…mostly."
"Listen Goldie, we thought it was for the best that with you being Springtrap's best friend…"
Mike sighed as he sat down, so he was at eye level with Goldie.
"You get to decide what to do with him, you knew him best."
That fact didn't surprise Goldie, although understandly it wasn't something he had given any proper thought too.
"I don't know…maybe he would have wanted to be buried…I didn't get to ask him," Goldie replied, still shaking all over.
"Give it some thought, nothing will happen to Springtrap without your say so," Toy Freddy stated warmly, patting him on the shoulder.
It was then that Puppet decided to bring something up.
"Well…I suppose I could say this to cheer you up, but before he died Springtrap wanted us to tell you that he forgave you for abandoning him in the past…it was why he came back for you."
She smiled a little as Goldie turned in her direction.
"He wanted to fix the past too, he said that he felt like he finally belonged somewhere…with us."
"He did?" Goldie asked, looking round to see several nods from the other comfriming the Puppet's words.
That proved what he had been hoping for was Springtrap's reason for coming back…that he forgave him.
"I just wish that I could have saved him…like he saved me," Goldie muttered, eyes downcast.
Freddy hugged him as did the others.
"Hey…I know how you feel, we all do, he came back because he loved you, deep down he truly did."
"I wanted to save him too, but he's a better place now and away from the evil of this world," said Mangle, casting her eyes aside, unable to look at Springtrap anymore.
Her mind as uncomfortable as it made her feel wandered onto her confession from earlier.
"But we won't get to know him like you did..."
"Speaking of evil…" Foxy muttered, gathering his thoughts together.
"What actually happened to you Goldie, how did Nightmare Fredbear take control?"
Everyone felt Goldie go tense as harsh memories came flooding back.
Slowly he rose up.
"Goldie…you ok?" Jeremy asked, watching him rise.
"Yes, I'm fine…"
He sighed deeply.
"You all properly want to know, I shouldn't be at all surprised by your question Foxy, I have much to tell…the things I've seen…it's like a door has been opened."
The others also got up, ready to leave.
"We should go to the kitchen, and discuss things there," Chica stated.
"BB, can you and Puppet pull the sheet back over Springtrap…please?" Toy Bonnie ordered.
"Yeah…" Balloon Boy replied, trying his best not to look at Springtrap's motionless corpse.
"We can do that."
Together the two of them slowly pulled the white sheet over Springtrap.
"Rest in peace SpringBonnie," Puppet whispered, as Balloon Boy drew the Christain cross across his chest.
"Ok, let's recap on the events so far," said Mike sitting down at the head of the table with a fresh cup of coffee.
"Goldie was kidnapped by the Nightmares, they took him to Vincent who somehow I guess changed him into Nightmare Fredbear and then we turned up shortly afterwards, Springtrap took Nightmare Fredbear on, got him back, but…"
He sighed mournfully.
"He died as a result."
"Why do I get the feeling and tell me if you guys are feeling it too…that there appears to be more now to what's been going on for the past thrity so years than there was previously," Freddy suggested.
"I feel the exact same way Freddy," Toy Chica muttered, slowly nodding her head in agreement.
"We thought we knew everything…but now…it's clear that we don't."
"It's because of what Nightmare Fredbear said, isn't it?" Bonnie asked, turning in Freddy's direction.
"What was that?" Goldie asked, following her gaze.
"Something along the lines of…."
Freddy paused to think.
"Something about…. there might be more to why things turned out…. the way they did."
"Yes, captain he definitely said that, he also mentioned something about an event that happened…in….19….83….and that he…"
"Represented Goldie's darkest secret," Bonnie added, giving Foxy the answer he needed.
"Cheers lassie," Foxy grinned, giving her a wink.
Goldie sighed, lowering his head.
"How are we sure that he's telling the truth, what if he made it up to confuse us?" Mangle asked.
"I wouldn't put it pass any of them Nightmares to lead us on a goose chase," Puppet muttered.
"More like a dead end if we're honest," said Toy Freddy, leaning back in his chair and putting his hands behind his back.
He had to be careful when moving his right shoulder, although Mike had been able to remove the bullet and bandaged it up, it would require a good length of time to heal.
So, that meant no sudden movements, unless it was absolutely necessary.
"We don't know why they're with Vincent, they properly won't even tell us why, Nightmare Fredbear could be trying to mislead us," Mike argued.
"The Nightmares appear to be masters of deception, there must be a reason, but it's likely that we'll never know," Balloon Boy added.
"We will know..."
Everyone turned to Goldie, his hands clasped together, his expression now blank and unreadable.
"Nightmare Fredbear wasn't lying…what he said was true…completely true."
"Wait…so…," Jeremy began, confused like everyone else.
"Something did happen in 1983?"
Goldie only nodded.
"All we know that happened in 1983 was the First Missing Children's Incident," Chica pointed out to which many others nodded in agreement.
"It wasn't the only incident in 1983," Goldie muttered, eyes downcast.
"Nightmare Fredbear said he represented your darkest secret…what is it exactly?" Freddy asked, clearly curious.
"As you all know…I have made several mistakes in my life, some very bad, my treatment of Springtrap for example."
He paused to gather his thoughts and form his next words.
"I've tried my best to protect you all from the past, but now you know everything."
He sighed deeply.
"Apart from one thing."
Everyone was focused on listening, wary yet curious to learn more.
"This is something which only I and maybe a few former staff members know of, but no one else outside the incident knows…"
His eyes narrowed.
"Not even Springtrap knows…for obvious reasons."
"So, what happened in 1983?" Foxy asked, leaning in.
"Nightmare Fredbear said it had terrible conquences for all of us."
"I think that's now an understatement considering recent events," Goldie replied solemnly.
"At first I didn't think it held much significance, but now with what's happened and with certain words being exchanged…I think it might be the root cause for everything."
Everyone's eyes widen with the thought of finally getting to know the truth behind all this chaos and misery.
With everyone looking at him and his mind ready to rely the infamous event, Goldie started to tell his dark story.
FNAF fans know where this is going...
And yes I am including the Halloween Nightmares in this story to balance the numbers, not the Jackolatens Nightmares though, to me they just Nightmares Bonnie and Chica but with a reskin design.
Please review.
Next chapter should be up fairly shortly.