Ask Goldie Anything - A Continued Interpretation (AU)

Chapter 10 Pt. 2

Goldie slapped both cheeks of his face, air fuming through his snout, and reprimanded himself. Even if he could go back, he refused to just walk up to him and demand the bear's trust! Goldie discounted such a possibility, flipping his head side-to-side. The bear couldn't be entirely sure of Fredbear's hospitable nature yet: time being, he needed to stay vigilant.

And yet, the pensive thoughts were nearing an unbearable degree, the same way Goldie's affinity towards the older bear's semblance grew. Each movement Fredbear had responded or proceeded with only propelling all-too familiar retentions, that he found it hard to never reciprocate. But that didn't mean he actually would!
"There's no way he'd involve himself with a bear like me." The golden bear admonished himself, eyes discouraged and arms sagged, a quiet reminder, hauling his form off the dirtied ground. He doesn't really want to be my friend. Goldie whimpered quietly at the memory of Freddy's tone, before hurriedly shaking it off. Sniffling, he lifted his Fredbear Plush off the blanketed platform, and hoisted up to his shelf.

He startled at the unexpected ask, adjusting to the question, his Plush bear resting in his seated position. An inkling of a frown crossed his face before answering.
"Talk to...someone else? I don't know if that's a good idea," he averted his gaze, unwilling to the possibility. "Besides, they wouldn't like what I'm doing." Goldie admitted guiltily, and rubbed at one of his robotic arms, eyes creased. The bear was completely opposed to the given tip, granted as a constant source of anguish in his mind reminded him of the ruin he'd caused, and the overbearing inscription of his consequences that saw to the others' perceptions. None of them would want anything to do with me either, Goldie thought, the confession burying even deeper within himself. He figured it'd be better to seek answers from afar, yet thoughts of losing their friendship pained him.

Taking a minute to regain his composure, Goldie held his Plush bear close, animatronic feet hanging pendulously from his makeshift bed.
"What do we do now, you ask, little buddy?" The golden bear prompted, easily resuming his titular attitude, a smile across his face. "We go out and keep the show going, of course!" Goldie bellowed, arms raised high in a show of devotion, proclaiming his never-ending goal to the viewers themselves.

That's right. He couldn't worry about some strange, door-cluttered world that existed a mind's jump away. Above all else, he needed to stick to the plan, without anyone discovering his intention. The bear giggled, and gave the Plush version of himself one last squeeze, prepared to leave the backroom. Ignoring a tense, lingering feeling inside his chest, and at the back of his mind wishing, hopefully, that all would fare better than the night before.