At last here we are, I know I said it would take a few days, but as usual other non-fanfic stuff take higher priority, so future chapters will be uploaded when I can find the time.
Keeping this one simple as the last few chapters have been rather big, I'll try to stay within a 10,000 word limit, anything bigger and I'll cut the chapter in half.
Do enjoy and if anyone likes angst and romance then this is the chapter for you.
Edit - I've added in a song for this one, I forgot to do it previously, my bad, it's A Warning Sign by Coldplay.
I've also put markers down to separate the song from the story, to make things clearer.
Chapter 27.
Confessions.
"In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours."
"In all the world, there is no love for you like mine."
Maya Angelou.
Feeling tired and weary, Goldie pushed himself forward to get up the stairs, which given Jeremy's house was two to three stories high, it was a struggle. When he finally reached the attic, he found the bed which he had shared with Springtrap…only now it was a bed for one. As he approached it his mind filled with bitter memories of Spring, seeing him perform for the children all happy and smiley…now they were all gone.
Goldie sighed, letting himself fall forward onto the bed's soft duvet covers.
He relaxed, enjoying its touch, spreading himself out across the bed so at least he could feel something besides guilt. Closing his eyes, he could imagine a much better world, free from the horrors that had befallen his family…many of which he blamed himself. If he could describe the one emotion which he had felt for most of his life then it would be guilt, but it wasn't all bad he told himself.
He remembered meeting Springtrap or as he was originally called SpringBonnie for the first time. That was an awkward moment to say the least as they both tried to find some form of connection. Luckily their love for music, acting and natural sense of humor allowed them to forge a bond which grew over time.
Until…that dreadful day when he broke it...right in two.
Yet despite that Spring had forgiven him, but he didn't live to see it himself. Goldie buried his head into the covers, trying to stop the mental images that were racing through his head. The child…his expression of complete terror as he was pushed into his mouth and the jaws slamming shut with a defining crack. He had been screaming internally, trying to break the program, but he couldn't but watch with emotionless eyes as the child hung out of his mouth with his legs in the air…hanging like a corpse.
Then came the day when he got back to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, seeing Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy all rush up to him like children, eager to find out where he had been.
That was properly the hardest thing he had ever done, maintaining a happy calm face, while battling his emotions inside, keeping them under lock until he could find a safe place where he could just let it all out. They didn't have to know, they didn't need to know, he couldn't let them know…they were innocent. Yet they suffered equally with several murders of their own.
Goldie buried himself into the bed quilt even further as images of that fateful day burst forth like a whale breaking the surface of the ocean.
Hearing the screams of parents and their children, seeing himself watch from the doorway of the Parts and Services room as families fled from the Pizzeria in horror. He remembered seeing some parents gang up on Foxy simply because he had a hook, thinking him to be the murderer.
They were going to seriously hurt him had he not sought refuge in Pirate's Cove, then there was Chica being knocked to the ground as people ran over her, crushing her and her precious cupcake. Bonnie was struggling to make sense of what was going on, trying to reason with people, but they wouldn't listen, pulling their children away and cursing her with foul language for not doing her job right.
Freddy…poor Freddy, he was shocked as the Pizzeria emptied right before his very eyes.
He had jumped off stage and sought a nearby little girl who seemed lost in the crowds, he was doing it for her safety after all that's what children entertainers do, they entertain and look after children. He had asked her where her parents were…only for a hard leather handbag to come out of nowhere and smack him to the ground...knocking his top hat off and sending it rolling away.
It so hard, the impact made him bleed from the nose.
Seeing a dazed, injured and bleeding Freddy look up to see what Goldie could best describe as a mother bear of a woman standing over him, her hand tightly clutching her daughter's arm. She then shouted at him, telling Freddy that he couldn't do his job right, that she had always suspected he was doggey and that quote on quote 'had a certain thing for children'.
That hurt him, but no where near as much as what happened next.
The girl protested as her mother dragged her away, kicking and screaming.
"No, I want to say bye bye to Freddy, he's my friend!"
To which the mother replied rather sharply.
"He's isn't your friend, he's no one's friend!"
That drove a dagger right into Freddy's heart, his pained expression showed it...he hadn't forgotten those words...not after all these years. Soon the Pizzeria was empty and lifeless save for the five of them, all wondering what had just happened…and most importantly why. Now the nightmare was repeating itself, but in an even worse fashion.
"Is this all because of me?" he internally asked himself to which he didn't know the answer.
"Because what if-"
His train of thought was suddenly cut off by the sound of someone lying down next to him. Goldie opened his eyes…to see Toy Chica staring back at him, laying down on the soft covers.
"Are you ok?" she asked worryingly.
"You looked like you were sleeping, so I came to give you company."
Goldie stopped to think of a response. "I'm ok, I was just…thinking," he replied quietly.
"About what?" Toy Chica asked, looking concerned, although she could easily guess what was on his mind.
Goldie sighed.
"The past…my mistakes basically."
He looked away and mumbled.
"How everything is interlinked and, yet it still makes no sense."
"You feel guilty, don't you?" was Toy Chica's concerned reply, staring back at him with her bright green eyes.
"Yes…" Goldie whispered, not giving her the eye contact which she so deeply desired.
"Do you think that you have could done anything else to prevent it?" Toy Chica enquired, still not breaking off her line of sight, determined to get him to look at her.
Goldie replied with.
"I could have helped Spring, be there when he needed me the most."
"But Spring has forgiven you, he doesn't hate you anymore," Toy Chica remarked.
"That part of your past has been buried."
"I know that…but still..."
Goldie turned and buried his head into the bed covers.
"I had so many opportunities and I dropped the ball, I could have stopped Vincent if I had been more alert."
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"A warning sign…"
"I missed the good part, then I realised."
"I started looking and the bubble burst..."
"I started looking for excuses."
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Toy Chica edged closer, reaching out with her hands.
"I could have revealed what I knew to Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy, I could have told you and the others so you all would all be on the lookout."
"Goldie…" Toy Chica whispered softly, trying to catch his attention.
"But I kept my mouth shut for the shame of what I had done to Spring and I was deeply concerned with your safety and care, thus I allowed myself to ignore potential warning signs."
Goldie…stop," Toy Chica called, a little louder this time, but now he was on a roll.
"I could have stopped him, I could have caught him in the act, instead of watching Freddy and the others preform on stage that day I could have gone into the backroom and stopped him before he could harm any of those kids and beat the living shit out of him!" Goldie rambled with his mind working overtime as vivid images of past events flooded into his head.
Yet Toy Chica continued in trying to reason with him, raising the seriousness in her tone to snap him out of his ramble. "Goldie…this isn't helping you."
"I could have apprehended him, get the kids to bring the adults in and then call the police, he would have been arrested the children saved as well as our live hoods, then the other five children wouldn't be dead either!" Toy Chica snapped into a tone sounding more controlling then she would have liked as she grasped his hands tightly. "GOLDIE!"
He started to physically shake, she could see the regret of not doing enough had eaten away at him over the years, consuming him until he was almost hollow. "Goldie," she began softly, returning to her original tone.
"You didn't know what would happen next, you didn't know that, telling us properly wouldn't have made a difference, no one knew it was Vincent, we had nothing to go on."
She hugged him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "It could have been Amy, David, Laura, Richard, Henry, Helen, Jessica or anyone else, hell it could have been Mister Fazbear himself or some random pyscho off the street." She cradled him lovingly, trying to stop his shaking.
"You did nothing wrong…you're innocent in all of this," she whispered.
"I'm not," was Goldie's muffled reply, but Toy Chica wouldn't let up.
"Yes, you are, your Fredbear, your Goldie Fazbear, you're a victim of cruel fate."
"I'm just Goldie, I'm a complete wreck."
"No…"
Toy Chica pulled him in even closer, resting her head against his.
"You are so much more than that…the Goldie at the start, the happy Goldie, the entertaining Goldie, he's still there…inside…he wants to shine again, but you won't let him, because you feel duty bound to wear a chain around your neck…but you don't need it anymore…you've never needed it in the first place."
She sighed, burying her head into his chest.
"We know everything, and we don't blame you, it wasn't your fault, stop beating yourself up," she muttered, savouring his warmth. "I'm scared…" was Goldie's reply, he was still shaking, although he enjoyed Toy Chica's company…it made the whole world feel less scary.
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"Come on in…"
"I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in."
"I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones."
"That I started looking for a warning sign."
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"I know you are…I'm scared too, but you need to accept the fact that you are innocent, do you want to fix things?" Toy Chica asked, stroking his golden hair.
He shivered as he muttered his response.
"Yes…badly."
Toy Chica tighten her grip, replying with.
"Then you need to accept your innocence you need to move on Goldie, we all do"
She decided to ask another question and was certain of Goldie's answer. "Goldie, did you intend to harm that child, the one that you bit?" No response.
"Goldie," she asked again, enforcing her demand for an answer.
"No," was his reply, sounding all weak and small.
"Then it was an accident, because if you didn't mean to do it, then what was it?" Toy Chica asked, now slowly releasing him from her grip. Goldie however remained quiet, thinking her words over.
He slowly sat upright, pushing himself up.
"I…I…I never to meant to do it, I did everything I could, but still I failed."
Toy Chica hugged him.
"Yet your right, it was….an accident," he muttered, eyes downcast.
"A fatal one…"
xxxx
"When the truth is, I miss you."
"Yeah the truth is…that I miss you so."
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"You may feel as if you're the only one in the world who has been in this position, but in the aftermath of what had happened at my pizzeria I felt devastated." She lowered her head in shame as past events flooded into her mind, vivid images of that fatal day flickered back and forth.
Children screaming in terror, an enraged Mangle with blood covered lips standing above a body of an unconscious woman, people running for their lives, police and ambulance sirens.
She remembered the condemning words of the CEO when he took them to one side for a 'friendly' conversation.
"YOU LOT WERE BETTER TRAINED THAN THE ORIGINAL FOUR, SO HOW THE FUCK DID YOU LET THIS DISASTER HAPPEN?"
"ALL SIX OF YOU ARE AN UTTER DISGRACE TO THE FAZBEAR BRAND!"
"YOU'LL ALL BE LUCKLY IF THE COMPANY KEEPS YOU IN THE WINGS FOR ANY FUTURE RELAUNCH, NOT THAT I MYSELF WOULD WANT IT CONSIDERING WHAT A WASTE OF OUR EFFORT YOU'VE BECOME!"
He then sighed deeply before stating.
"You were a waste of our time and resources and due to this unfortunate event no child would want to be anywhere near you."
Toy Chica could feel herself choking up with tears, but she held them back, she needed to be strong for Goldie, it wouldn't help his mental state.
"I failed those under my protection, I failed to live up to Chica's standard and I disgraced the Fazbear name, I felt unworthy and in truth a good part of me wanted to die right there and then." That last bit made Goldie turn to look at her, seeing her depressed expression of naked sorrow made his heart ache.
"You felt suicidal…like me?" he asked softly, sounding somewhat surprised, he knew that she had a hard time, but to hear it from Toy Chica personally made the event more heart felt. "Yeah," she answered quietly, although her voice ached with emotion, withdrawing her hands from Goldie's neck to rub her eyes.
"I felt like shit, we all did, although Mangle had it harder for obvious reasons."
She turned to Goldie.
"You weren't alone in your pain."
And then she hugged him again, trying to keep him feel stable.
"We understand everything now, there's no need to hide anymore and no need to blame yourself," she stated, sounding very emotional.
"We don't hate you."
Then one of her hands shifted to grab Goldie's hand, when his eyes made contact with hers, he could see that she was trying to smile.
"We love you Goldie, if we can see past your mistakes then so can you."
She leaned in close.
"I can see right past them and see the kind-hearted person you really you are, you always had us in mind, but never yourself…you wanted to protect us."
She rested her head against his shoulder and whispered lovingly in his ear.
"So let me protect you…for a change."
xxxx
"Come on in..."
"I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in."
"I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones."
"That I started looking for a warning sign."
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Her tone made Goldie's cheeks blush red, her desire to protect him made him feel safe and something else. At the same time, he remembered something Nightmare Foxy had told him earlier, he was curious regardless of whether it was true or not. "Did you try to save me from the Nightmares by jumping onto a van?" he asked slowly, his eyes maintained contact with hers whose expression went straight from surprise to embarrassment.
"Errr…" Toy Chica mumbled, now fiddling with her fingers. "Yeah…I did and I nearly died as a result, everything just went so fast."
That bit caught Goldie by complete surprise.
"You risked your life trying to save me!" he shouted, louder than he would have liked.
"Well…yeah," Toy Chica replied sheepishly, she lowered her head, being unable to look at Goldie for what she was about to say next. "I do care about you."
Now it was her turn to blush…deep red.
"You…mean alot….to this family."
xxxx
"When the truth is, I miss you."
"Yeah the truth is, that I miss you so..."
xxxx
Although that wasn't what she intended to say, evident by her saying the last bit rather quickly, something which Goldie immediately picked up on.
He squeezed her hand softly.
"Thank you."
Toy Chica was now clearly physically shaking, making Goldie looked concerned.
"Why are you shaking?" he asked.
"What's worrying you?"
Toy Chica looked around, checking to see if anyone was around.
There wasn't.
Deciding that this was her one and only chance, she seized it with both hands. She turned to face Goldie, his dark red eyes studying her bright green.
It was now or never.
"Goldie…I….I."
With one swift motion she grabbed Goldie, pulled him in close and pressed her lips against his.
For Toy Chica it was like a spark of electricity bursting through her entire body, for Goldie…it was a lighting blot of complete shock. They just sat there, lips pressed together with Toy Chica's hands keeping a firm hold on Goldie's suit.
Everything was still and quiet as if time itself had come to a halt...they were now on another plane of existence.
Slowly Toy Chica opened her eyes, the golden sun's rays were emulating the glow coming off Goldie's suit.
His expression was one of shock, his dark red eyes said so with their wide pupils. Toy Chica pulled away, letting go of Goldie and returning to her former position.
"I love you Goldie…you mean a lot to me," she muttered, looking evermore embarrassed.
She lowered her head and clasped her hands together. "I just wanted you to know…even if you don't feel the same way about me." She paused for a moment, turning her muddled thoughts into words. "I'm ok if you don't see me in the same way that I see you, but I just want you to know that…"
She slowly reached out and grasped his hand again.
"I'll be there for you…for me that's the next best thing."
Goldie's mind was completely blown away, normally he could pick up on what people were really feeling, even if they didn't say it out loud.
But this…he never saw this coming his way.
"Toy Chica…I….this…."
To say this was unexpected would be one hell of an understatement.
And of course, Toy Chica was nervous about his response having just put her heart out on the line.
"Toy Chica…I'm…." Goldie's voice trailed off into nothing, he didn't know what to say.
His mind was trying to work out why she would like him and how often she had shown it. Well her bright red face after she had hugged him, not to forgot the face she made before so was a big hint. Everytime she had approached him in the old Pizzeria, she seem 'off', somewhat on the edge and he could never guess why.
He had always assumed she was like that because of being in a new place and then having to radically adjust to hiding all the time after he and the others had saved them from being 'lawfully killed' as the company put it.
Now it made sense, she held feelings towards him and he had always been too preoccupied to fully investigate.
His mind shifted through past events, going over his entire life from the beginning to the present day.
xxxx
"And I'm tired."
"I should not have let you go..."
"Oooooooo."
xxxx
He had thought himself worthy at the start, enjoying his role, having Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy see him as their father figure, a role which he carried out…despite his guilt…which he had felt every day.
Then he met the Toys, who saw him as idol to follow, an advisor basically, but they valued him greatly never the less. Mike and Jeremy saw him as a close friend, someone who they regarded as wise and could be trusted…trust…they trusted him…yet he could not trust himself. Finally, there was Springtrap…his closest friend, yet after what Goldie did to him he came back to save him from the Nightmares and Vincent…sadly dying as a result.
He had forgiven him for abandoning him so many years ago, yet Goldie had struggled to forgive himself. Even when the others knew his dark secret and how it led to their current situation they didn't leave him, they didn't hate him, and instead they stayed…why?
The answer was obvious, they saw him not as selfish failure of the past who had kept secrets from them, but as Goldie, their friend, family member.
They still valued him deeply, even after everything that had happened to them.
And if Toy Chica could sit next to him, hold his hand and say that she loved him, then she must see something worthy in him. They all did, even if Goldie had lost sight of it himself. He knew why as the answer hit him like a lighting blot.
Forgiveness…
He had never forgiven himself for the past, even if it wasn't his fault as they all reasoned, he would not let himself go back to that happy warm persona which he once held.
Because if he did, he would feel like he was rejecting his guilt, disregarding his failings as nothing when they had caused life destroying results. He would enforce his self-imposed mantle as a form of self-punishment, never going back into show business, isolating himself and spending the last four decades repenting his life choices.
He felt that he wasn't worthy anymore, that he had lost it in 1979 and finally losing all hope of redemption in 1983 with the infamous bite.
However, what was once lost…can be rediscovered with time.
Toy Chica noted that Goldie had started shaking, his whole body was trembling. "Goldie…I'll accept if you don't love me, it's ok," she said smoothly, gripping his arm to offer comfort.
Although in reality, she was terrified on the inside.
Then rather unexpectedly…Goldie began to laugh, suddenly going from a low chuckle to full blown laughter. He fell backwards onto the bed, laughing to himself while Toy Chica just looked on in confusion and worry.
"Should I…get someone to help you?" she asked sounding very confused as she reached out for him.
Goldie suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her in close, making her lose her balance as she collapsed on top of him. When she saw his expression, she knew something inside him had clicked. "You've helped me," he whispered, smiling with his eyes gleaming, expressing both joy and mischief.
"Far beyond my wildest dreams." He then kissed her, putting his lips on hers.
Toy Chica was so suddenly taken back by his apparent transformation that she had no idea of how to react.
Now it was her turn to be surprised, although it melted away to be replaced by lighting again.
Then as suddenly as it had started the sensation faded away they parted lips, with Goldie bringing his arms around Toy Chica and pulling her into a hug, letting her head rest on his shoulder.
"Thank you Toy Chica," he muttered, sensing her rapid heartbeat.
"Seriously thank you so much…"
Within seconds the previous scene had repeated itself with the two roles now switched.
"What are you trying to say?" she squeaked, unsure of it all. Goldie merely smiled, his dark red eyes locking with her bright green.
"I love you, I need you and at the end of all this chaos I don't want to be alone."
Instantly Toy Chica's entire body which had been tense became loose, she exploded with joy. "Dreams do come true!" she squealed internally.
"Thank you," Goldie remarked.
"Thank you for helping me find myself, you saw it, everyone else saw it, yet I didn't want to, because I felt so guilty and believed myself to be unworthy."
He chuckled lightly as he held her close. "Yet there is a thing such as second chances."
"Yeah," Toy Chica smiled, wrapping her arms around him in return.
"There is…"
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"So I crawl back into your open arms."
"Yes I crawl back into your open arms."
"And I crawl back into your open arms."
"Yes, I crawl back into your open arms..."
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"So, just to be sure...we are a couple…right?" she asked, sounding a little bit confused. "It's just that this feels very suddenly, everything is moving so fast." Goldie softly stroked her hair, making her feel very sensational.
"Yes, I suppose we are…'girlfriend'."
That last bit made Toy Chica giggled, she liked the way the word sounded in her ears.
She reached up and pecked him lightly on the cheek.
"Boyfriend," she teased to which Goldie chuckled.
"That's right."
He closed his eyes and rested his head against hers, their hairs one gleaming gold, the other a bright sunshine yellow interlocked.
"I feel everything within me is unlocking, the chains are falling away, the gates are opening," he muttered softly. "What do you mean?" Toy Chica inquired curiously.
"I'm freeing myself of the guilt, all of it is going away, I feel happy again…more than I have done in a lifetime."
He smiled.
"There's more to me than the past."
"Well," Toy Chica muttered playfully, mischief ringing in her eyes.
"You are more than…'just gold' after all."
They both laughed. "I'm back and I'm staying," Goldie stated, gripping her tightly. His eyes slowly narrowed in fierce determination.
"Nothing is making me go back to that…constant never ending cycle of self-grief."
"You won't not while I live," Toy Chica added with equal fierceness in her voice.
"I just wish…"
She caught the sudden change of emotion in his voice and knew where he was heading.
"That Springtrap was here to see this," she said, beating him to it.
Goldie slowly nodded, yet he now wore a blank expression. "Yes, but I know that he forgives me, his actions speak of that, I imagine him to be looking down at us…smiling and being very blunt on what he hears."
He smiled.
"Just get on and do it, he would be yelling, properly cupping his hands to his mouth as well," he joked humorously.
"He had a very sadistic nature from what I saw of him," Toy Chica remarked casually.
"So, now what?" she asked, her green eyes looking into his dark red.
Goldie returned to his determinated face with his eyes clearly expressing that he was thinking. "We kill Vincent, freeing the children, as well as killing the Nightmares too and send them screaming back into Limbo.
He continued.
"Then we restart the whole business, but we'll be running it instead...we'll own Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria."
"Why not call it Freddy's and Fredbear's Prizzia, as a fitting tribute to the history of the entire establishment?" Toy Chica asked, stating the obvious.
Goldie smiled, changing from his determined face to his happy one. "Well…that might revoke a few bad memories for some," he answered, thinking of how the infamous name might be interpreted
"It's been about forty years since Fredbear was even a thing, I think we can resurrect the logo without any major concern," Toy Chica replied, putting his worries to rest.
"However, there is one thing I want to do to truly bring the past to an end," Goldie muttered, going back to being Mr Determined.
"And that is?" Toy Chica asked curiously, tilting her head to one side.
"I want to free the child, I want to help him to move on, be at peace." He lowered his head, looking remorseful and sad. "I know it was an accident, but it would be right of me to free him from his demons." He then gave Toy Chica a small smile.
"I owe him that much."
"And you know that you aren't doing that on your own, I won't allow it," Toy Chica stated, gripping him tightly.
Her determination made Goldie laugh.
"Did I say I would stop you…knowing you I properly couldn't even try."
A pair of bright wide green eyes turned in his direction.
"And what does that 'mean'?" she asked, mocking immense anger.
"To put it simply your quite protective," Goldie answered, engaging in the mock sham of an argument.
"You're my boyfriend why wouldn't I be protective," Toy Chica replied smiling, clearly enjoying the playful banter.
She buried her head into his chest, listening to his heartbeat...it had a nice rhythm.
She softly whispered, just loud enough for Golde to hear.
"You know…it's in little moments like these, that I am reminded of there being some fun in our lives…beside the ugly mess that follows us."
"Well…" Goldie whispered, pulling her head up.
Their eyes locked more.
"We need to change that," he muttered with a desire for a 'particular' kind of mischief. They kissed once again, their hands grasping one another's with their fingers interlocking. A mild wind blew across the room through the open window, but that didn't bother them.
Unfortuablity for them the next thing did...
"GUYS, DINNER'S READY!" came Jeremy from downstairs, soon followed by the sound of muitple footsteps all rushing towards the kitchen.
Toy Chica and Goldie looked up in the sudden shock of being so rudely disturbed.
"Well, pity we have to cut things short," Goldie muttered, clearly feeling frustrated.
Toy Chica giggled as she traced his lips with her finger. "Don't worry honey, there's plenty of time later," she teased and Goldie could easily guess her meaning.
He stretched, feeling his muscles pull as if he was awaking up, in some sense he was waking up…spiritually.
"Your right, but we need to hurry, there may not be much of dinner left, not if Foxy's had his way with it," he muttered, launching himself off the bed. "Yeah, but let's go down together!" Toy Chica exclaimed, grabbing Goldie by the arm before he could get a word in and pulled him out of the room and down the stairs.
The others were already seated at the table when they reached the kitchen.
Toy Freddy was the first to turn in their direction, his eyes lighting up when he saw the pair.
"Hey guys, we've saved you some."
He then turned to Foxy who was seated opposite, narrowing his eyes at him. "And would have saved more if you didn't try to wolf it all down in your dam hunger."
"Listen laddie," Foxy began casually, pointing his hook directly at Toy Freddy.
"I got here first so by that right I got to choose the best bit...which just so happened to be the largest part of it."
"You were being greedy!" Toy Freddy snapped back.
"And don't 'laddie' me!"
Then Chica jumped in.
"Goldie are you ok?" she asked, wondering if Goldie was coping well with all that had happened to him recently.
"I'm fine Chica, in fact to tell you the truth I've never felt better," Goldie replied heartily as he leaned against the doorway and flashed her a smile.
Instantly Chica as well as the others picked up on his mood…something had changed.
"Goldie, are you ok?" Bonnie asked curiously, studying his behavior.
"Yeah, I'm good, I feel relieved, back to normal, how are you Bonnie?" Goldie asked joyfully, throwing the question back at her. That caught Bonnie by complete surprise, hell she seemed to be taken aback by it. Toy Chica meanwhile smiled to herself as she sat down, laughing interally at everyone's confused reaction.
"In fact," Goldie began, striding up to the others who were stunned beyond their wildest dreams.
"Before I eat, I just want you all to know something."
"And that is?" Jeremy asked sounding somewhat hesitant as he raised his head up to see over the others as he sat at the far end of the table.
Goldie reached up and straighten his top hat. "Whether you all call me Goldie or Fredbear." He smiled with a bright spark of mischief shone in his eyes.
"I'm back and you better be ready for Freddy!"
"Hey, that's my line!" Freddy shouted, standing up in protest.
Goldie smirked, clearly enjoying Freddy's frustration.
"I was technically the first to be called 'Fred' short for Freddy, so actually I own it boy."
"Boy?" Freddy remarked, looking rather surprised as the elder Fazbear walked towards him.
When had Goldie last called him boy?
Not since...the early 1980s when he was tutoring him.
The elder Fazbear leaned over his younger counterpart who bent backwards, somewhat unsure of what to make of this new and imposing Goldie.
"I'm still here and I'm ready to deliver some hard earned payback," he muttered, clearly giving off a show of strength to Freddy who just stared back, having lost the ability to speak.
Goldie slowly turned to face the others who were just all shell-shocked at what they were seeing...well all but Toy Chica that is, who was trying her absolute best to not burst out into laughter right there and then.
"So," Goldie stated, now standing up tall.
"Whose in to seriously kick some Nightmare ass?"
Everyone's' eyes widen as the realization of his words hit them...this is was not the same Goldie that had awoke several hours ago.
However, the one person to truly sense this change the most wasn't in the room, nor were they in this plane of existence.
Back within Limbo inside the house, Nightmare Fredbear, who had been lying peacefully on top of Nightmares Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy suddenly jolted upright, looking very unnerved.
It was enough to make him glance around in a frantic manner, casting his scarlet red eyes in all directions.
"What is it N-Fredbear, did you have a 'bad dream'?" Nightmare Bonnie fussed sarcastically. Her words made the Nightmare in question look down at her and judging by his stern expression he was not amused.
"Did anyone else sense a major shift in the universe right now…or was that just me?" he asked curiously. The other Nightmares just looked at each other in confusion before looking back to give him blank stares.
"Why, what do you mean, was it a soulflare?" Nightmare Foxy asked curiously.
Nightmare Fredbear turned to face his front, his scarlet red eyes staring straight into the pitch blackness that lay before him.
"No," he responded slowly.
"It wasn't a soulflare, but it was something."
His eyes narrowed into thin slits as he frowned in annoyance of not knowing what it was that had jolted him so suddenly.
And more to the point why had it scared him so much when he was on friendly soil and particularly invincible?
He didn't like the sensation it left on his person, whatever it was.
"It felt foreboding, something has changed, and I do not like it…"
If Nightmare Fredbear is concerned then they should all be!
In all honesty I do see Toy Chica and Goldie as a couple, keeping each other on the straight and narrow, if this feels to be out of the blue for some of you, then it'll be explained later down the line.
Thanks for reading and please review.