Torn Apart ~ A Golden Freddy x Mangle fanfic (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 4 ~ Sinister Turmoil, pt. 1

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Golden Freddy's P.O.V.
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Everything hurts.
Where am I?
Wow, you idiot.
I haven't budged.
I must've been hit in the head pretty hard if I forgot where I was.
I feel... wet.
Oil. My oil.
I feel something squeezing my hand again...
"M-M-ANg-le?" I ask.
My voice box was in bad shape.
"Wha- happen-?" I attempt to ask.
"Puppet attacked you... He hit you in the head pretty hard." Mangle replies.
"P-pet? W-y?"
"I don't know. Stop talking, you're wasting your voice box."
"I- doesn- matter," I say, "You witness- it."
"True."
"M-a-Ngl-e," I try to get out her name, "I- wan- tell- you- someth-."
"What?" Mangle asks, barely making out my sentence.
"I- have-----"
And there goes my voice box. Dammit.
"I told you not to waste your voice box, Goldie." Mangle says, but it was in a.. Sweet way? Huh.
I nod.
Man, I should've told her when my voice box wasn't about to go out. You're such a fucking idiot, Gold.
"P----"
I point to a piece of paper. And I use my hand and finger to show her.
"Pen and paper?" She guesses.
I nod.
She grabs the paper. Fortunately, there was a marker right under it.
I role over onto my belly, somehow.
I wince.
She can't tell. I lost my friggin' eyes.
Mangle hands me the marker and paper, and I write down what I was going to say:

Mangle,
Since my crappy voice box broke, I couldn't tell you with words.. I couldn't spit them out.
But, Mangle.... I've had feelings for you... For two years, as a matter of fact.
I don't know how you feel about me, but... Eh. Whatever. You most likely don't feel the same.
I just had to get this off my chest.

I slide the sheet to her.
She gasps.
"Oh, Goldie.."
She presses her nose against mine....
Wh-what is sh-she doing?!
Before I know it, her lips were on mine.
I blush, but she doesn't notice.
She draws away a few seconds later.
"S-Sorry... I had to."
I wave my hand to signal: Don't worry 'bout it.
She smiles.
I write on a sheet of paper: A little more gentle if I'm still dismantled next time, okay?
I slide it to her.
Mangle nods.

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Mangle's P.O.V.
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I had called for help.
It was coming, I heard footsteps.
Bonnie visited a few minutes before, telling us they'd find the tools ASAP.
Chica and Foxy suddenly burst in.
Bonnie follows with the tool box.
"Oh my god... Mangle..."
"Fix his voice box!" I snap.
Goldie nods.
Bonnie kneels down, and gets to work.

Meanwhile...

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Nobody's P.O.V.
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Freddy growls lowly.
"You can kill me... But I'll never betray my brother and my friends."
"Suit yourself," Sinister Springtrap shrugs, "It's not like I care if you die."
Nightmare walks in.
"Has he cracked?" He asks.
"No. But we have someone else." Sinister Freddy responds, coming from behind them both.
"Fredbear," Nightmare says, "Goldie's brother. We could cause turmoil if we turned him into a Nightmare."
"Vincent does want turmoil." Sinister Springtrap agrees.
Freddy heard everything.
"Fredbear?! No! You can't! It would torture us!" Freddy yells in hope to protect his lost brother.
"Then spit some shit out, idiot." Sinister Freddy hisses.
"Freddy, don't." Fredbear spits.
"Fredbear! No! You wouldn't remember much!" Freddy yells.
"If it protects those I love, then don't say anything." Fredbear snarls.
Freddy nods.
Don't leave, Fredbear, Golden misses you.
His voice came through.
Freddy.
I will always be with you.
In you. As long as I am remembered...
Freddy accepts the fate, finally.
Goodbye, Freddy. I wish I could see you, but I can't... I'm on the dark side of the room.
Freddy nods.

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Golden Freddy's P.O.V.
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"Better?" Bonnie asks.
I nod.
"Better, thank you."
"No problem."
I notice Mangle looking at the sparkly light blue pendant on her neck.
I hope she doesn't lose the Moonstone...
Of course she won't, you idiot.
I hate how stupid I can be.
I look up.
"Ugh.. My everything is sore."
"What did you do, this time, Goldie?" Chica asks, helping me sit up straight.
"I think I made Puppet jealous." I reply.
"Jealous?!" Everyone asks at the same time.
I nod.
Foxy sighs.
"Tis' make sense, laddies and lassies. Puppet be crushin' on Mangle for a year. Ther thing is too weird, for me, though. Yar, that thing be raisin'
BB! Tis' a weird scavenger scum."
I nod in agreement, to my dismay.
Suddenly, Toy Freddy yells out at the top of his robotic lungs:
"WE NEED A PLAN! AND NOW! IF WE DON'T, WE MIGHT DIE! It TOO HANDSOME TO DIE!!"
"Gee, thanks for the info, Chubacca. We're bleeding through the ears here." Mangle sighs, rolling her eyes.
We laugh.
"I can't really move right now, guys... My endoskeleton is in more shit-shape than ever." I point out.
"I'll stay with him!" Mangle volunteers.
"I'll join!" Toy Chica says.
"I guess I should, too." Springtrap sighs.
"Th-thanks, guys." I stutter. Nobody has ever helped me like this before... I'm just a piece of trash, a copy off, and a ripoff.
I don't know if those mean the same thing.
That just proves how stupid I am.
Suddenly, I got some sort of tellipathical connection; it was Freddy. And his words were horror to my ears.
Goldie! I don't know if you're picking this up or not, but... Vincent is gonna turn Fredbear into a.... a... a...
A Nightmare.