Chapter 17- Betrayal

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*Golden Freddy's POV*

The human girl seems okay, but the Toys look sad. I guess I don't blame them. Their only home is burning right in front of their eyes. But there are more important things to attend to. The other animatronics are gone. I watched them try to hurt children. I watched one of them succeed. It's why he's missing his face. It's why I ripped it off when he didn't let go of the little boy. You can't bite something without a top jaw. I only meant to damage his jaw, but I underestimated my own strength. I was locked away, too. Probably because the humans, who were blinded by fear, thought I was trying to help him kill the child. I didn't blame them then, and I still don't now. The kid would've survived, too, if it hadn't been for the blood loss. The human body is capable of surviving without the frontal lobe, but it cannot function without blood.

I see a flicker of movement behind the foxes. I hear a child's laugh. Then there's a loud clang, and Foxy falls down.

"Foxy!" The white fox cries.

The balloon kid stands behind Foxy, holding a pipe. Where he got the pipe, I have no idea. But he's clearly with the other animatronics, so I lunge for him. He bolts out of the way, and when I crash to the ground, I hear him laugh again. It's quickly cut off as the blue rabbit guy kicks him right in the face. Then, he plants a foot on the kid's chest so he can't move.

"You twisted little enragement child. I knew there was something about you I didn't like." He snarls.

The thing only laughs as he flips the boy over and rips his power box out of his back. He tosses it somewhere, and picks up the pipe. There's a flash of yellow, and the chicken is dragged away, screaming.

"Toy Chica!" The bear yells, running after them.

I hear a familiar laugh and spin around. Freddy. With a yell, the white fox charges him, kicking him in the jaw and sending him sprawling. There's a series of loud clangs, and then the chicken and bear return. They switch back to their animal forms, and so does the blue rabbit guy. The white fox does, too, and Foxy stands up. He looks a little dazed, but he returns to his animal form as well. The human puts her phone away, and stands up, looking scared. She won't be any help in this fight. Fighting metal with flesh is like fighting fire with paper.

"Hey. Bunny." I feel bad for not knowing his name.

"Toy Bonnie. What's up?" He says, looking slightly amused.

So if his name is Toy Bonnie, then the bear and chicken must be Toy Freddy and Toy Chica. But the white fox...I have no idea. I don't think her name is Toy Foxy.

"She won't be any help. She'll just get hurt." I point out, gesturing to the human.

"You're right. (Y/N)." Toy Bonnie says.

She turns to him.

"Go to your car. Lock the doors. You'll be safe." Toy Bonnie instructs.

"Okay."

She jogs to her car and gets in. A moment later, Toy Bonnie falls forward with a yelp. A purple figure walks across him, then kicks him in the face.

"Bonnie." I growl.

"Golden Freddy." He says, and I san hear the smirk in his voice.

The white fox growls and prepares to spring.

"Now, now, Mangle. It's only Golden Freddy I'm after. And that human. But she's a different matter. I'll take care of her after I take care of the rest of you." Bonnie chuckles.

"You can fucking try." Toy Bonnie growls from beneath him.

So that's her name. Mangle. I wonder why she's called Mangle. Mangle giggles and struts up to him.

"Honey, do you know why I'm called Mangle?" She asks, giggling again.

"No. And frankly, I don't care either." Bonnie says bluntly.

"Haha. Well. I'm called Mangle because it's what I do to those who mess with my friends. If you touch Foxy, (Y/N), Toy Chica, Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie, or anyone else I care about, I will mangle you so hard."

"Hahaha. Is that supposed to be scary? Should I feel threatened? Because you're so short that I can't take you seriously."

"Eww, what is going on with your face there, buddy? Did Picasso have a turn at ya with a hacksaw? Ugh."

Bonnie's clearly distracted. I punch his lower jaw. He's thrown off balance and almost falls over. But then he regains himself and slowly turns to me.

"You wanna fight, fuckface?" He snarls.

"My face isn't nearly as fucked as yours." I chuckle.

"You're dead."









A/N: I know there will be complaints about this chapter. 'What? Withered Bonnie didn't do the Bite of '87, ******** did!' I censored that for spoilers reasons. And I changed it in this story cos I hated how it happened in the fourth game. I hated it. It made me cry. Also, all evidence pointed to Withered Bonnie. 1987 is the year of the rabbit. The kid was bitten, and Bonnie's face and top jaw are missing. Eyyyyy??? Anyway, I'll leave a link to the Bite of '87 revealed. Fast forward to 8:27 for the one that did it.

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