Five Nights at Freddy's: The Forgotten and the New

7. Dizzy For Split

Friday, 11:59pm:

The pizzeria was quiet, and the night guard shuffled through the doors. He wasn't staying for one more night, even if it was the last. He nearly died the night before.

The clock struck twelve right as the door was locked behind him, and the animatronics had freedom over the whole building.

"Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, Freddy." Goldie listed the names, at about 3:15.

"Woo! Party!" Bonnie started to make his way down the hall.

"He's not there. We have the place to ourselves, early." Goldie said, standing.

"Really? I was so going to get him!" Bonnie whined, then he went to talk to Chica, who was seemingly harassing Foxy.

"Chica, no more pizza. Please," Foxy said, trying to get away.

"Are you okay?" Freddy asked, coming to stand next to Goldie. She nodded, watching them. Freddy had been slightly if-y around Goldie, since she saw him cry.

"Yeah," Goldie murmured. "Come on, I want to show you something." She smiled, and began pulling him to the office.

"He's not here." Freddy said, trying to figure out what Goldie was up to.

"Come on, I think you'll like it!" Goldie sing-songed.

"Chica! No more!" Foxy's voice echoed throughout the building, and Freddy and Goldie laughed.

"Well, that's something." Freddy chuckled.

"Yes, and so is this." Goldie said, motioning him inside. Sitting on the desk was Golden Freddy's microphone, causing Freddy to stare.

"Is that..." Freddy stammered. The microphone had been missing for years, since right after the "Bite of '87."

"It's Golden Freddy's, so I thought maybe you'd want it. I know that you miss him, whether you say it or not." Goldie said, picking it up, and placing it into Freddy's hand, which she had to lift do to Freddy's shock.

"Where..?" Freddy stuttered, trying to get over the shock. If the others were there, he'd never have fallen into it, but since it was Goldie, he forgot about hiding it.

"When my first memory came back, I remembered seeing it, even though at the time it wasn't important. So, when I saw the night guard was gone, I made sure that what I thought it was, was true. You need something of his. So, here." Goldie said, still holding Freddy's hand.

"Thank you, Goldie." Freddy whispered. He no longer saw Goldie's parts as hers and Golden Freddy's. He saw them as hers, and this microphone as his. Freddy brushed his lips against hers, and he felt her hand trace his face.

"Ah, love. What beauty!" A voice chuckled, and Goldie turned. Puppet was floating, turning a stick around and around in his hand. "Oh, Freddy. You have told her so much, and yet, so little."

"What do you want?" Freddy asked, stepping forward and slightly in front of Goldie.

"I simply wish that you had done your job, instead of going and actually falling for this... Well, this twit." Puppet said, and he turned. "Now, play." Puppet laughed, then vanished.

"What the..?" Goldie started.

"What?" Freddy asked, looking to her.

"I... I blacked out for a second. I thought I heard the Puppet, but when I turned, everything went black, then you were in front of me." Goldie said, shaking her head.

"The Puppet can pause certain animatronics. He can pause Foxy and Chica, but me and Bonnie can't, for some reason. I was hoping you wouldn't either, but I guess it was just wistful thinking." Freddy hissed, angry.

"If he paused me, did he pause them at the same time?" Goldie asked.

"Probably," Freddy said, and they made their way to the others.

"Hey, Freddy! What happened? Chica and Foxy..." Bonnie stopped, seeing Freddy's face. "Goldie, she was paused?"

"Yes," Freddy said, and he moved to check on Foxy and Chica. Pausing could screw with the main frames so much at times, that an animatronic could lose days, weeks, sometimes even years of its past.

"Are you alright?" Bonnie asked, looking Goldie in the eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Bonnie." Goldie nodded. "I'm just a little dizzz..." Suddenly, Goldie shut completely off. Freddy looked at the time. It was 7:58. Why hadn't they shut off at six, and what had just happened to Goldie. He ran over, and crouched next to her. When she had shut off, she had fallen backwards.

"What were you two talking about?" Freddy asked.

"She was saying she was dizzy." Bonnie explained, and he sat back, worried. "What can I do, Freddy?"

"Run to the Service Room. Find the endoskeleton. Lay it out on the floor." Freddy said, picking Goldie up. "Then, make sure Chica and Foxy are okay. They seem to be, but make sure."

"Alright," Bonnie said, and he ran ahead of Freddy, and layed the extra endoskeleton out. Then, he went to take care of Chica and Foxy. Freddy put Goldie onto the work table. Then, crouching to see into her head, he saw what had happened.

A single wire layed, split open, along the back of her head. He carefully detached the main head from the endoskeleton, and got to work. He had to rewire several things, so he was afraid she wouldn't remember anything. He then grabbed the other endoskeleton, and carefully removed the wire that had split on Goldie. This wire sent power surges throughout the whole body, and if it had been split, major damage could be everywhere through Goldie.

"Come on, one more snip..." Freddy cursed himself. It was taking to long. He grabbed her head, and slowly put it back on. It slid on, and locked into place. Then, after switching the main power, waited. She would either wake up and remember, wake up and not remember, or not wake up at all. Freddy stood, and walked out.

"How are Chica and Foxy?" Freddy asked, sitting next to Bonnie. They both felt years older, and were ready for the end.

"Good, they don't remember fighting about the pizza, but they're making a new memory of that now." Bonnie said, trying to lighten the mood, yet knowing it wouldn't happen.

"Freddy," Chica said, coming out of the kitchen. "How is our Dancer?"

"I don't know if she'll wake up. And if she does, I don't know if she'll remember." Freddy muttered, standing. He walked to the door again, and before entering, punched the wall. The force was enough to make a single crack, already present, cave in a few inches in every direction.

"Oh, god. This will turn him if she's not okay..." Chica whispered, her hand to her mouth.

"Nearly turned 'im with Golden Freddy. He can get through this one, too. Right?" Foxy said, suddenly worried.

"Yeah, sure, like love just stops like that, Foxy." Bonnie said, angry for Freddy. "If Chica were in there, what would you do?"

"I'd n... I, I don't know..." Foxy muttered, and he sat with Bonnie and Chica, waiting in silence.

Thanks for staying this far! I'll get the next one out, ASAP, and Stay Scary!