Goldie's Virginia or Bust

Chapter 3

Fredbear puffed up his chest as looked into the small bathroom mirror. They checked into the hotel room about a half hour ago. With Y/n getting ready for bed he decided to take the time spruce himself up a bit.

He wasn't exactly happy with the state of his appearance. He looked awful.  Time and filth has turned his once pristine gold shell green and his lack of eyes made him look unsettling. This won't do. Not at all. He was bot who took pride in his looks and he was now being seen in public again. Most importantly he was trying to look good for Y/n as well. They can't be seen with him looking like a trash heep. 

He walked over to Y/n  and explained his situation they were kind enough to hand him a hundred and told him not to worry about paying them back. Once again Y/n has shown him  their extreme generosity. Making him feel something warm and soothing burning inside his metallic body. He still didn't know exactly what he was feeling but it was a feeling he  had exclusively for Y/n . He felt like he had to impress them and  getting himself cleaned up would be a good start.

He leaves the motel room and heads to the truck stop's convenient store. This was far bigger stop than the one they stopped at earlier. It clearly designed for the modern world of transportation. It had multiple sets of pumps two for regular vehicles and two for larger vehicles. A rather large convenience store with at least two restaurants inside. An adjacent hotel which he  and Y/n were staying at and a large parking area for both cars and trucks. 

It was a rather crowded place as well. Which normally wouldn't bother him but due to his current appearance he became more and more uncomfortable with how many people were around him. As he could feel their eyes judging him from a far. 

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The bell rang as he entered the store gaining the attention of a few people nearby. He looked down to avoid their gaze and quickly rushed to the car repair section of the store. He knew what he was looking for it was basically a  dry upholstery cleaner. Something that would clean his shell and not damage any of the electrical parts within him. As he looked he was distracted by the whispering of the people nearby. 

His imagination ran wild with what they might be saying but he pushed it aside as he found what he was looking for he grabbed two bottles of the spray and quickly headed to the counter.  Seeing all the people along the way made him freeze. 

He couldn't do it!

"Of course you can buddy!" An old familiar voice rang in his head.

Suddenly he was back on stage at the pizzeria next to his best friend Bon. The curtains were closed but he could hear the crowd beyond them. 

"I'm too nervous Bon!" He whispered to his fellow animatronic his voice trembling a bit.

"That nonsense Freadbear!" His friend shook his head and smiled at him.

"You are the Freadbear of Freadbear's family dinner! You can can do anything!" His old friend smiles as the curtain opens and the memory fades.

He felt a deep pain in heart but it held a new vigor. His friend image was forever tainted by Afton's evil but his friend was never a bad bot. He always had his back and his memory gave him strength even now. 

With renewed confidence he approached the counter with his famous Fazebare charm. Spending some time chatting with the other customers in line.

"So you're an showman just trying to clean up your suit?" An middle aged woman he was talking to asked.

"That'd right! I'm still looking for something to fix the eyes." 

"Really how about this?" She picked up some novelty sun glasses off of the shelves nearby and hands it to him.