Human Fnaf x Reader

Chapter 25

"What was that?!" Chica screeches.

"Uh—" I start, but find I'm at a loss for words. How do I explain what just happened? I'm still trying to wrap my own head around it, let alone someone else's.

"I think your theory was correct," Goldie says, raising his eyes off the floor to meet hers.

"My theory?"

"About us moving on once our souls are satisfied or put at ease."

She looks between us like we just started chanting in another language. "W-why did you stay? We've been trapped here for so long—why didn't you go?" Chica stammers, almost sounding offended.

"Because I need to stay with (y/n) until she is okay without me," he says, his voice lighter and happier than I've ever heard it sound before. I look at him. He seems to radiate a newfound confidence, like satisfying his wish transformed him into a whole new person. He almost appears to be glowing.

Did I do that to him? Do I really have that much of an effect on him? I can't help but blush with joy, knowing that I am the one responsible for this transformation.

Chica stares at Goldie, studying him. She must notice the difference in him too. Her eyes drift to me, and I see her make the connection that I brought this out of him. I feel a proud grin make its way into my face.

Chica turns back to Goldie. "No offense, but what makes you think she needs you and wouldn't be okay without you?" She asks, folding her arms over her chest.

"I told him that, and it's true," I say in an attempt to stand up for him. My attempt turns out successful, as it shuts Chica up, though I immediately feel guilty when I see her close up and look down at her feet.

I shrink away, and Goldie sits in silence, watching us. Chica stands, processing, thinking. Eventually she sits down with us.

"So, you satisfied his wish," she says. I nod and she inhales deeply. "Would you be willing to satisfy mine next?"

I recall her wish. She wanted to see her mother again, right? That can't be too hard... or can it? How would we find her mother now? She could have moved away, changed her phone number... she could  even be dead and Chica wouldn't know it. Even if she isn't,  how can I, a complete stranger, convince an old woman to come to a kids' pizzeria?

Still, I can't just tell Chica "no". I have to do whatever I can to help her. I'm the only one who can do it, after all. She's saved me before, so it's only fair that I help her too.

"Of course. I'll do it," I say, my voice radiating the determination I feel. She smiles widely, relieved and overjoyed at the same time.

I can tell just how much this means to her. She must have been really close with her mother. I don't need to imagine how much she misses her: I miss my parents too, and I know how it feels to live without them and know you'll never be able to see them again. But she's been living like this for longer than I have, living with a constant empty ache in her chest.

"So I just need to find your mother and bring her here?" I ask.

"Yeah, if you could."

"Do you remember her address?" She could have moved sometime between Chica's death and now, but this is the only clue I've got. She nods and tells it to me, so I put it in my phone's notes. "I'll go there tomorrow, okay?"

She frowns. "W-why not right now?"

I sniff a laugh. "Because it's two in the morning." She sheepishly nods with a smile, admitting that I'm right. 

We spend the rest of the night talking and goofing off, until finally the 6am bell rings. I stand up and excuse myself, walking up stairs, to the office to grab my things, and to the door, but once my hand touches the handle, a voice calls out from behind me.

"(Y/n), wait!" Goldie says. Curious about his intentions, I turn around and meet his eyes.

"Can I go with you?" He asks. I give him a confused look in return. "I-I mean to find Chica's mum. I want to see the outside world again, see how much it's changed. And, in case anything dangerous happens, I want to be able to protect you."

I smile. He's so sweet. "Sure, you can come, but I'm not leaving right away for her house, I'm going to my house first to sleep," I say. He blinks, then his cheeks get slightly pink.

"M-May I still go with you?"

"Yeah, sure. You're going to have to come home with me first, though." His face turns bright red when I say that, and I don't understand why, but I just go with it. "Alright, lets go."

He gives me an excited, lopsided grin and follows me to my car. Once outside, his eyes widen at the dirty suburbs and his jaw drops. I can see his world changing, and it's rather adorable that he is so in awe of something I'm used to seeing every day.

We hop in my car and start driving, and Goldie insists on having the windows down. Do I complain? Absolutely not. He's adorable.

We drive for a while, nothing but the sound of wind and the quiet music from the radio filling our ears. It's peaceful. And he looks just as happy.

"It's so different from before," he starts, "yet it's all the same. Same roads, same trees, same smell..."

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, but then it makes sense. He used to live here, live in this city, see all these sights daily. But that was so long ago. Things have changed, but it's still all familiar.

"What's different from before?" I ask, wanting to hear him talk more and knowing reliving his past will make him smile.

"Well, that used to be a gas station" —he points to a McDonald's— "and... that used to be a Laundromat..." He points out several different things and how they've changed, occasionally telling me stories about when he would go there with his friends or family.

It's bittersweet. Hearing about his life is nice, it warms my heart to know that someone I love with such a different life than mine lived just like me, and it's nice to hear what being a kid was like back then. But at the same time, it makes me sad, knowing all that was stripped away from him and he couldn't have the joys of growing up normally. I start to tear up, actually, the nostalgic reminiscence in his voice tugging at my heartstrings.

"I'm so sorry, Goldie," I say, he turns to me, surprised at my choice of words and the emotion that chokes my voice. "I wish I could give you a normal life, and I wish you could have lived."

He looks at me with sad, wide eyes. But instead of cheering me up, he just lowers his eyes and leans his head against his fist.

"Yeah," he says. "I wish I could have, too... but I'm also glad that I got to meet you. So in a way, I wouldn't have had it any other way."

Now it's my turn to be shocked at his choice of words. "Don't say that." I turn to look at him. "You would have been so much happier if you hadn't had this all taken away from you."

He doesn't say anything, he just smiles sadly at me. The conversation dies there, and the rest of the drive to my house is carried out in silence.

(Word count: 1312)

A.N.:
Hey all. Sorry it's taken me so long to update. I've had no motivation for this story whatsoever, but I finally decided to kick it into gear and write another chapter. I've been brainstorming and I've finally thought of a plot for the rest of this story, though it's very loose, and an idea for a book 2.

Please be understanding that it takes a while for me to write, and especially for this story. I appreciate all the comments about liking the story and being excited for the next update, but reminding me that I need to or asking me to update faster doesn't help. It actually stresses me out.

Thank you for reading and commenting! I really do appreciate you all, and I hope you liked the chapter. I'll start working on the next one soon   : )