Our love is Golden: A Goldentrap fanfiction

Uugghh...

Springtrap's POV

Uugghh....well, here I am thinking it was going to be a good day. Nope. I have a headache, my nose is broken, there are brats sitting next to me, and now everyone is concerned about me. "Will everyone just leave me alone?!" I barked. I didn't know rabbits could bark. Hm. Freddy shot a glare at me as he walked in, and I felt it too. No wait, that was just my headache. "Ow. Holy fuck I feel like I have a hangover." I whined. Billy just stared at me wide eyed like he's never heard swearing in all his little robotic life. Trust me, with him following foxy around, he's heard plenty. "I didn't know fucks could ever be holy." I heard a familiar voice. One that made my day. A voice that made my heart stop. That voice, belonged to Golden Fredrick Fazbear. He sat on the side of the couch, resting his left arm on my head. His hand slightly brushed against my ear. "Eep!" I squeaked instinctively. I blushed in embarrassment as everyone's gaze turned over to me. "What was that?" Goldie tilted his head. "Did I hurt you?"
"I– uh– no..." I stuttered. "It's just...I don't like when people get near my ears..." My ears fell back behind my head. "Oh. Is it because of this?" Goldie pointed to the half of my right ear. It was bandaged but slightly bloody. "No. I just don't like people touching my ears. Ask Bonnie and Blue, they'll say the same thing. " I stared at the floor, not wanting to make eye contact with him. He's just so close to me, it's unbearable.

Goldie's POV:

I looked over at Bonnie, staring at him until he looked up from his guitar. "Hey Bunn, why can't I touch rabbits ears?" I questioned. I wonder...
Bonnie just blushed and looked back down at his guitar, not even saying a word. Bruh. I suddenly felt something cold brush against my face. I flinched, but then fell off the couch with a loud– THUMP! "Ow..." I looked up to see Noelle starring at me like I was stupid. She's just another one of the child souls that haunt the place. She seems to cling to Springtrap more than anything. Kinda like how some kids cling to there stuffed animals. "What?!" I asked. "You seriously don't know?!" She yelled. "No. I seriously don't." I sat there trying to get up, but something held me there. "Good." She said, then slowly disappeared. I sat up, just as confused as anyone looked. "What was that about?" I asked. Springtrap just shrugged. "I dunno..." He replied.
"Ppssssstttt! Goldie!" I heard someone whisper scream from behind me. I turned around to see Marionette with his face sticking out the back room door. I stood up and made my way over to him. "What?" I asked. Everything else became a blur as I felt a sudden jolt and something hard and cold in my face. I opened my eyes to find myself, yet again, on a floor. "Did I just fall?" I asked. "No. I threw you in here." He said, an casually closed the door behind him. "Gee thanks. Everyone's falling today. Next thing you know the whole place will burn to the ground." I said.
"Well, I have news for you!" Marionette squeaked, and grabbed me from the ground, holding my up by my face. "Wht iths it?" I said, my face squished from Marionette's grip. "You're gay!" He said happily, and then threw me back the ground. "What?!" I asked. "I'm not gay! How am I gay?! Are you gay? I don't care!" Marionette just looked at me with a smirk. "Then why are you so defensive about it?" He questioned. I felt blush creep up on my cheeks as I just starred at him. I was outraged. 'How does he know? How do I know? Am I gay? How do I tell?' I thought. "How would you know?" My ears laid behind my head as I crossed my arms. "Well...." He looked at me with a serious, yet creepy stare. "I have visions of the future." I looked over at him, and then at my hands, then back at him. "What?! How?!" That was the only thing I could say before he just smiled at me. "How did you know that? How could you tell?" I finally managed to ask. I wanted to know. Why? Well wouldn't you want to know your future too? "You'll see soon enough my friend." He patted me on my back and then floated away. I just stood there, dumbfounded. I turned around and walked out the door, up the stairs, and into my bedroom. "Am I really gay?"