You Can't

Chapter twenty three

The group darted round corridors and, once again, ran straight into someone.
More like three someone's.

"Oh, there he is. How the shit did you get out, you little... Never mind, there's a child around." Kit snapped.

"GUYS! Marion! Springtrap! You're all alright!" Taylor called happily.

"Joy!" Plushtrap said halfheartedly.

"Oh hey Taylor." Bonnie said. Kit rolled her eyes.

"Nice reunion," she said, then brought out a gun, "who do I kill first. Hmm, not you, not you, not-"

"Kill Fraddeh!" Foxy said, pushing Fraddeh- no, Freddy, in front of him.

"Stop calling me that." Freddy complained.

"You're too young, you have a family... I don't know, Goldie, who should I shoot?" Kit turned and looked at Golden Freddy, who was standing behind her.

"Where the actual fu- hell did he come from?" Adam asked no one in particular.

"I came in at the part when Foxy called Freddy Fraddeh." Golden Freddy said, "kill the girl." Kit loaded the gun and slum on her heel to Taylor, who shook her head.

Kit pointed the gun straight in between Taylor's eyes.

"If you kill me, I'll come back and kill you." Taylor threatened uselessly.

"That was such a bad threat it was actually funny. Oh god, you're so precious. I hate you." Kit fired the gun.

Before Taylor could even react, Bonnie pushed her out of the way and took the bullet for himself.

"BONNIE YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!!!" Kit raged.

"Bonnie, you idiot!" Taylor shouted. Bonnie lay in a pool of his own blood, a lifeless look in his eyes.
Dead.

Springtrap grabbed the gun from Kit and shot her immediately. "No more of that waste of space." He said. He then pointed the gun at Golden Freddy. He prepared to pull the trigger...

And hesitated.

BONNIE NOOOoOoOoOOOO!!! WHY DID I DO THAT OMIGOD!!!
I'm actually crying. Like, genuine tears have been shed.
But I'm leaving Goldies life up to you guys. Does he live or die?
Choose wisely.