Ask Goldie Anything - A Continued Interpretation (AU)

Goldie knew he was still in the restaurant, but it was like he was watching a scene he'd never viewed before, while still being in it. The place felt older, and the golden bear was unsure why.

Why am I...here?, he thought as he looked around. What he saw was even more confusing. It was daytime, and there was a birthday party happening, but not one Goldie remembered. None of the others were there either, and he knew the grown ups would never let him out during the day. As he watched little kids have fun and run in and out of the room, which he hadn't seen in a long time, he wondered if he could move around. Surprisingly, he found that he could when he willed himself to take a step forward. Goldie walked through the main party room, taking in the familiar scents, sights, and sounds: Pizza and ice cream, laughing, screams of joy, colourful changing lights, arcade games blipping and beeping from nearby.

He could tell (or was it feel?) what year it was–1985, which was strange to him because he shouldn't have existed at that time. He shouldn't have even been here right now.

"I must be dreaming," he concluded out loud.

No one in the room paid any attention to him, and as he made his way past the smiling golden bear and bunny currently performing on stage–

Wait...WHAT?

Goldie stopped and spun his head around to look back at the purple-and-star curtained stage. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, and he definitely didn't think it was real. But they were still there, happily singing together. It was a golden bear like him, holding a microphone, along with a golden bunny who played his guitar with ease. His eyes widened at the sight in front of him. A Fredbear and Bonnie he had never known or heard of before were the main entertainers on stage in the year '85! The bear had bright, electric blue eyes while the bunny's were a vibrant green, and they both had rows of visible, large straight teeth. They wore matching purple bow ties, the bear wearing a short purple top hat. The animatronics had no prominent fur, and were instead completely sleek and shiny, as if brand new.

For some reason, Goldie thought the bear's face seemed familiar. It suddenly clicked in his head that the Fredbear on stage looked exactly like Shadow Freddy, though he was in different colours.

"This doesn't make any sense," he whispered. Questions raced through his mind: Who were they, really? Where had they come from? How were they here? Why hadn't he known anything about them? As the animatronics finished their song, the serving of birthday cake was announced, and the golden animatronics descended the stage to lead the Cake Parade. He followed them to the table, watching them closely.

Goldie was thankful now that they couldn't see him as he stood next to them, because he didn't know how they would react either. But as he studied their beaming faces, he felt a sort of familiarity. The bear had thought he and Freddy had been the only duo—and Fredbears—in the company's past, but could there have been other animatronics before them that he had never learned about? Goldie wished that he could be there with them, at that moment.

As the pain in his face began to soften, he saw something in the corner of his eye. He turned, finally catching what it was, both ears pressed down on his head, his eyes widening, his white pupils contracting from the dreadful feeling that spread over his body and his mouth dropped as he failed to utter a word.

Under a table spotted with bright geometric shapes, was a small child hiding between the seats. A boy, wearing a black shirt with grey stripes and shorts, his tear streaked face of fear and terror half-hidden by dark brown hair. The child looked up mournfully, and it felt as if he was staring at Golden Freddy himself, instead of the crowd of unbothered people around him. His fearful eyes had begun to burn a hole into the deepest, undiscovered parts of the bear's soul. It was the boy, who seemed slightly younger, that Goldie had bit and killed.

"No. No no no no," Goldie repeated, tears filling his eye sockets. "NO! I-I didn't mean to hurt you! I didn't mean it! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" He staggered away from the boy, away from the parents and children surrounding him, losing his footing and stumbling to the ground.

In a blaze of red, blue, pink and purple lights, the room began to fall apart, the echoes of old memories floating away. Goldie, still unmoving on the tiles of the party room and struggling to breathe, swiveled his head around in both awe and confusion at the flashing lights of the room, the happy faces of people who once filled the place disappearing in an instant. Goldie felt a strange presence before him, and when he lifted his eyes, he saw the shadow of a figure that he couldn't identify, their features hidden by whatever force enveloped them. But then the shadow cleared, and the same Fredbear he'd seen on stage now stood before him. 

"You have to wake up." The other bear's voice spread all throughout Goldie's mind like a single, soothing note.

"Goldie, wake up!"

Goldie's eyes shot open, and he gasped as he sat up on his shelf in bewilderment. He was back in the same old backroom (which, right now, was a good thing), his Plush bear still perched on the same box. And as he adjusted, he realized a certain someone was looking down on him with a very concerned expression on his face.

"...Bonnie?"