Ask Goldie Anything - A Continued Interpretation (AU)

It took one fast motion for Fredbear to sweep Goldie away, a confusing, nearly sickening rush. Even longer for him to register the action, until blurred lines reformed an outlandish backdrop against equivalently foreign matting. Once the place had stopped spinning, the smaller bear found contorted porticoes exchanged with wall-to-wall lined doors. For a moment, he wondered: How far did this lead?

"Ugh..." Goldie murmured, head still light from the motion, akin to a train zipping through passageways on the brink of collapse. Temporarily stunned by the vertigo, the bear made an effort focusing on the other's voice, the lullaby now exuding through his head in jangles.

"Goodness, was that too much?" Fredbear exclaimed worriedly, his purple top hat, short and round, neared the edge of his head and he easily fixed it in place. Despite the lighter color, a dead ringer for Shadow's—Don't think about that, Goldie warned himself, prepared to blanket the larger bear's concern.
"N-No!" He winced at the nervousness in his voice, "I'm fine, don't worry! I only feel a little dizzy." The bear waved it off, though the movement of his wrist proved too fast for the rest of his body.
"Well, forgive me all the same, Goldie." Fredbear continued, the other golden animatronic bristling at the name, "But, we're finally here."

Goldie looked at him, perplexed, before he noticed the bear's gesture at one door in particular. It was a steel side-hinged door, metal push bar turned inwards, a white sign that read "EXIT" fixed above and blaring red. The rest of it was apparently built into the star-patterned block, its sides hugging the piece of wall, brick peeking out from behind the sole chunk, creating its own singular corner of the world.

"You want us to go...i-in there?" Goldie choked on his words, failing to swallow the fear in his voice. Fredbear depleted accordingly, a lack of frustration in his knowing eyes.
"I know this may seem frightening, but I do think you should know what happened." He reached out and softly pinched at the smaller bear's cheek, smoothing tufts of fur; mindlessly, Goldie relaxed into the touch. "There has to be something I can answer for you." The younger bear pondered the sincere voice for several moments. If Fredbear meant to help him, there truly was no harm in relenting.

And, he did have many, many questions.

Goldie puffed outwards, nodding and eventually giving in. Fredbear clapped his hands together with cheeriness, a carefully poised charm infectious to adults and young children alike, a master of his amiable craft. He guided the younger bear towards the door, paw outstretched and open, as if to invite him closer.

This place feels offly different, Goldie stated. Different from his nightmares. Quite literally a saunter down memory lane, same as the diluted, twinkling music box that played in his ears (could Fredbear hear it too?). The melody almost deterred him from the fact that he was currently trodding into another memory. But surely, this wouldn't be like earlier! Even if Goldie had no idea of what lurked behind the door—

"Wait!" The golden bear stopped in his tracks. Fredbear halted to look at him, confused but eager to learn of his doubts. Goldie's breath hitched, and his voice tightened as he spoke.

"What about that..." Though it most definitely was not, "Strange...bunny animatronic?" Fredbear's face creased at the word "bunny," but he shifted to assuage the younger bear.
"Don't be worried, little bear. Creatures like it," he hesitated, "Exist in the past. They're stuck, just as everything here is. They can't cause any real harm. And, if we do find something else, we'll make sure to stay out of its way!" Goldie, absorbing words of encouragement, found the thought of him and Fredbear depending on each other more so appealing than plausible. It was possible it could've been something he wanted, after a confined decade in the backroom.
"Well, if you're sure, then...I guess it won't cause any trouble." The younger bear agreed, putting his worries aside at last.