Golden Pain(Five Nights at Freddy's Fanfiction)

Last Night's Aftermath

Golden:

This morning had been a nightmare. I woke up in front of Fazbear's around 6:00. At first, I couldn't remember where I was, or anything that had happened. But then it all came back to me, and I broke down sobbing again. There was only one thing I could've done at that point.

Still crying, I had made my way back to the office, where Mickalie's body still lied, her neck still twisted, glassy eyes still wide open. I had taken her phone out of her sweatshirt pocket. I still have it now. I dialed her mother's number; she had to be the first to know.

Her mother had been hysterical. She had shouted something to no one in particular that I really only half understood. Well, I guess I did understand it. I just didn't want to believe it.

"First I lost her father to those wretched souls, now her! Damn that rotten place to hell!" She had screamed while sobbing uncontrollably. I hadn't wanted to believe that Mickalie had lied to me. I didn't want to believe that the one I had killed was her father. So I kept making up excuses in my head.

Because, if I don't make excuses, I'll be forced to believe that fact. And I'll be forced to believe Chica. That Mickalie really did try to kill me.

Both the police and paramedics were able to confirm that Chica, or an animatronic, at least, had killed her. They checked for fingerprints, and said that her neck had been snapped with insanely inhuman force. So at least I'll be okay...

Mick's house had felt dark, grim, and not at all right when I had gone back to get ready for school. Her mother and I hadn't even exchanged a single word. So I just got in Mickalie's car, with Mickalie's keys, and Mick's cellphone, and drove myself to school.

And that brings me to where I stand now. Walking up to the school with a blank, sad expression on my face. News travels fast in a small town like this, so no one even bothers to ask about me.

"Hey, Golden!" Phillip, Taylor, and Vinny call over to me.

I don't look over at them. Instead, I give a slight wave and keep walking forward. I see Jenna sitting on the left side of the short and wide granite staircase that leads into the school. She has her head in her knees with her arms wrapped around herself. Her long, unruly red curls lie in a mess over her shoulders and back, instead of being held up in their usual bouncy high ponytail. The occasional shudder of her body is the only thing that signifies she's silently crying.

Just then, it starts to rain. A bitter, freezing, downpour. I sit down next to Jenna and stare out over the horizon, not speaking. I reach out and place a hand on her shoulder to comfort her.

And that's when she loses it completely. She flings her arms around my neck and sobs into my shoulder. At first, I stiffen in shock. But then, I relax and pull her into a tight hug, resting my head on hers.

For a while, we just sit there in the pouring rain, soaked and freezing. I let her cry; get it all out. Right here and now, I promise myself that I will make them pay. For Jenna, for Mick, for myself.

"Oh, look at that! Golden's two-timing on his dead girlfriend!" Justin calls from across the courtyard. He has the audacity to make fun of Mick? Of Jenna? I could care less about me, but I'm not showing any mercy this time.

I slowly release Jenna, then walk calmly over to Justin. I clench my fist tight and slam him so hard in the nose that I can feel the bones shatter under my knuckles.

"That one's for Mick!" I watch in satisfaction as his nose gushes bright red blood.

I kick him square in the chest, which sends him flying into a tree. He slumps to the ground, the wind knocked out of him.

"That's for Jenna!" I walk over to him as he stands back up and grasp his throat with both hands. I squeeze as hard as I possibly can.

He claws at my hands, but it's no use. By now, everyone is watching me. Most people look absolutely terrified. Good. I don't care.

"If you ever decide to make fun of Jenna or Mick ever again, I will kill you, and that's a promise!" I growl, then drop him.

I walk back over to Jenna, leaving him slumped against the tree, gasping desperately for air.

No one is gonna hurt the people I love. Ever again...

((A/N: That's it guys! I had a great time writing this, but it's finally over! But maybe I'll do an epilogue... Sandwinghybrid out!))