Golden Impurities

1: Bitten

"Hey Spring! C'mon it's almost 6 we gotta go NOW!" Called Fredbear, as he was in his change room, adjusting his bowtie. Spring, on the other hand, was struggling to put his golden cloak on. "Y-Yeah, yeah uh...c-could ya h-help me, Fredbear?" Fredbear sighed, getting up from his seat and sauntering into SpringBonnie's changing room. He unclipped Spring's golden bunny pin button, letting him pull the other's head through the hole.

Fredbear's Diner opened in 1983 by Fred "Bear" Sullivan. He died, but it was given to Vincent Tomas Sullivan, uncle of Dylan and Alex Sullivan. The human animatronics, Fredbear and SpringBonnie, were made, but they had feelings too. Fredbear was classy, and a bit uptight once you get to know him. On stage, he's the one who runs the show; singing for the children, giving out food and gifts, even helping the children occasionally out of the ballpit. He was the equalized version of two parents. SpringBonnie, however, was very outgoing and naïve. He playing a small banjo for the children as Fredbear sang, and told stories to them about he and Fredbear's adventures. They were really just old fables just revamped, though.

[May 7th, Dylan Sullivan's Birthday Party...]

{Fredbear's POV}

This was the day that he CEO's young nephew, Dylan, became 9. It was a very special day. It will be the happiest one too...

Firstly, Spring decided to entertain the other kids before the birthday boy came. He told stories, which for some reason turned into puns...but I dismissed that, since that happens at times. Finally, after about a few minutes, Dylan came in. However, he came in very meekly. I'll be honest, I've noticed this. He always was so afraid of Spring and I, which is...understandable.

Either way, Dylan was heading our way; until he broke down crying. I sighed. I was hoping he'd be courageous this time, but you can't rush everything. Then, 4 kids, wearing some masks, came up to him and seemed to be...teasing? N-No...m-maybe they were talking...well, Dylan didn't seem like he wanted to but...nevertheless. They all afterward picked him up and took them toward...me? O-Odd...b-but I couldn't really do anything, I was in celebration mode, s-so I couldn't act for myself. As they got closer, the one in the fox mask...I recognized the voice as Dylan's older brother; Alex Sullivan. I knew they had fights or disputes but...anyway, Dylan seemed to be struggling. Because of rules, I couldn't leave the stage at this scheduled time...so I stood there. "Hey guys, I think the little man said he wants to give Fredbear a BIG KISS!" teased Alex. I'll be honest, this was weird. But, then however, I then understood. After they counted, it went black for me, as I heard an uproar.

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I believe after that, I came back to see—commotion. Not really, but more like the aftermath of it. I looked down and around to see--...

Blood. E-Everywhere I saw that damned red liquid. I even tasted it... "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!" exclaimed SpringBonnie. Before I could even get a word in, I saw out the window was an ambulance. "I-I...--" "Answer my question, Fred! You messed us up, BIG time! Don't you have ANYTHING to say?!" My mind was blank. 'I...caused this...?'

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At least a few weeks after Dylan was hauled to the hospital, the results came back saying his frontal lobe was totally damaged, and, as the doctor exactly said, 'It was amazing that a person can live without the frontal lobe.' So, in a way, Dylan was safe, but in a coma. Fredbear's Diner was getting shut down, probably getting taken by some other company. For now, Spring wouldn't talk to me—which was unsettling since he NEVER STOPS talking to me.

This was the day that he CEO's young nephew, Dylan, became 9. It was a very solemn day. It was, to be direct, the most depressing day...