We're not like what you're thinking.

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Goldie's POV

"Hey, mom I'm back." I said, opening the door to the pizzeria.

"Oh good, did you bring your them here?" Mom asked.

"Yeah, it took years to earn their trust."

"Great, now, find four more younger children, but with the same names and genders."

"Why, mom?"

"I made toy versions of them, the design I made looked kinda old, so I made toy versions of them."

"Freddy, Bonnie, Foxy, Chica?"

"Yes, those are the names."

"Don't hurt them, mom, it was hard to earn their trust. They're my friends too."

"Sure... Goldie?"

"Yeah, Mom?"

"This time, the pizzeria is here."

"Why?"

"They're younger, they'll never expect a thing, I also met this guy."

"What about him?"

"He's the guy who murdered the last four."

"He's gonna help me?"

"Yeah."

"See you after 3 years, mom."

"Bye, my sweet Goldie."

"Bye, mom."

I exited the pizzeria.