The One Behind It All

Golden

     Thank goodness Endo was powered down.  No doubt he would have said something stupid and ruined everything.

      I stared in shock at the figure in front of me. "What? Never seen an anamatronic before-? Oh wait," he joked and let out a deep laugh that echoed through the resteraunt.

     I took a deep breath. "What do you want?" I demanded.

  Why was I so demanding you ask?

I needed answers.  This secretive feeling was killing me.

    He laughed again. "Can't I check up on my old friends? Where is Freddy? And-" he stopped and stared at Marionette who was standing on the music box.

       Golden Freddy smiled. "Puppet!" He said cheerfully in his deep voice. "So glad to see you! Did you get a new paint job on the mask? Nice, nice."

      Marionette just stared, his gaze dark.

     His unease frightened me. Golden Freddy looked passed me. "And Chica! Yes! I see you got an update on your hands!" Chica held up her handless arms and stared at the frayed wires.  "What an improvememt. So much better than those....ugly fat fingers of yours."

       Chica snarled, her sharp teeth shining in the flashing light. "Shut up Gold! Before I rip you to shreds!"

     Gold let out a loud laugh that seemed to shake the ground. "Oh Chica dear you are simply hilarious!" He said pretending to shed a tear.

      He stopped and sighed.  "Now be a good duck and go fetch Foxy," he said waving his hand. She sharpened her gaze. "I'm a chicken!" She snapped. His eyes widened in mockery.  "I'm terrified!  Either way your a foul. Now go and get Foxy before I make you."

   I was unsure if I really had saw the flash of fear in Marionette's eyes, and the strange glow in Gold's hand. Chica shot him a scowl before heading off. 

     Golden Freddy then looked up at me. His face was emotionless.

     "What the hell happened to you?" He asked in a natural voice. 

     I snorted. "As if I'd tell you." Golden Freddy nodded his head. "I see. You must be Vixen. The pile of trash. I thought I heard that wrong. Looks like the Foxy generation thing is cursed. Shame. I bet you were very pretty before."

      I snarled. "I know you didn't just call me trash!" I snapped. He looked up at me again. "So what if I did?"

     I simply drew my head away into the shadows. Marionette still hadn't removed his terrified gaze from the floor. Goldie looked over at him.

     "What's wrong Puppet? Bad dreams? Or were those memories?"

     Marionette didn't move. Goldie rolled his eyes. "Weak child. Remember what it felt like? The feeling of my knife plunging into your chest? Well...not mine. But you know. His."

     Marionette put his hands up to his head and began to shake. "Stop!" I growled.  "Leave him alone!" Gold leaned towards Marionette. "We left you alive long enough to hear your mother's cry of grief.  Remember? How horrified she was to see her only child dead?"

       "Gold!" Foxy snarled walking in. "Leave him alone!"