Ghost of the Past~Sequel to Broken Appearance~

(Golden Freddy's POV)

"Riiight," I groaned, leaning my head back, "Because you always know where to start?"

Freddy nodded quickly. "I always do. Anyway, who do we know with a history?"

"Vincent?!" I said, jumping up excitedly.

Freddy rolled his eyes. "No, stop being a jerk! Who else?"

"I have no idea because Vincent is the only one who's killed beside us," I said with a frown.

"Do ye mean a bad history?" Foxy asked, tilting his head.

Freddy pointed a finger at him happily, "No! We know quite a few people with a history in our line of work."

"Puppet?" Mangle asked.

Freddy gestured for another name.

"Jeremy?" I suggested,

"Yes!"

"Isn't he dead?" Mangle asked,

I rolled my eyes, "So am I. Anyway, how would we talk to him? That pizzeria burnt down."

Foxy shook his head, "It's not buried, lad. The building still stands."

"So what are we waiting for?" I asked, walking to the door.

Mangle followed with a sigh, and Freddy and Foxy walked quietly.

"Wait, how do we know he'll talk to us?" Mangle asked.

"Shit, that's right. He's not exactly our biggest fan right now," Freddy said.

Foxy looked away shamefully, "How about the Mike lad?"

"Fuuuck, he's not gonna want to come," I mumbled, walking outside to the car.

~Timeskip from the orange snow~

"Nope! Nope, nope, NOPE." Mike said, walking away from the door and sitting down on his couch. "No, no, and hell no! Why do you want me to go anyways?"

I rolled my eyes, "Stop being a little pussy, Mike! It's just going over there to ask for help, that's it!"

"Yeah, because asking my dead boyfriend is totally normal! That and I don't want to talk to him! He left me!" Mike said, folding his arms and glaring up at me.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Mike, and either way, you need to get over it! It's not like he chose to die! You don't see Bonnie avoiding anything with (Y/N) even though she died, right?"

He huffed and looked away, "But (Y/N) died by saving everyone. Jeremy died by covering her work shift. He didn't even ask me to help him! I would've gone with him!"

"And you'd both be dead." I finished, walking closer.

He shuffled away, "So? I'm not going."

I sighed, "Have it your way," He smiled and went to grab the remote, but instead I picked him up and threw him over my shoulder. Ignoring his protests, I walked out and closed the door behind me then made my way to the car and threw him in the back, next to Mangle in the middle. I got in after him and closed the door.

"Alright, little bro, let's go and get this over with."

"Aye, aye!" Freddy said, saluting and starting the car.

"What the hell, Gold!" Mike yelled, hitting my arm, "I said I didn't want to come!"

"Yeah, well," I grabbed his wrists and leaned close to his face with a glare, "I don't care. If it'll help us find Ashley, then it's what we will do."

"Why do you need me?" Mike yelled, his face red.

I took a deep breath, "Because, why would Jeremy help us? We are technically the reason he's dead, first off, and second, because you are the one he likes and would do anything for."

I sat back and let go of his arms and he shoved his hands onto his lap, glaring at the center console in front of him.

"Don't ye worry, lad," Foxy said, turning around from the passenger seat, "Ye'll be fine."

Mike mumbled something and I turned to look out the window. It only took us a few minutes but we finally pulled into the empty parking lot. Weeds grew from every crack in the asphalt and dirt covered half of it. The building still stood, abandoned. Some parts were charred and black, others cracked and the paint peeling. The windows were now covered with large boards of wood as pieces of glass layered the ground around it.

"You really think they are still here?" Freddy asked, looking at Mangle through the rear-view mirror.

She rolled her eyes, "Well duh, it's where I've been too!"

I opened the door and got out. Mike was stubbornly sitting in the seat, arms folded. I groaned and grabbed him, dragging him out.

"No! Stop you big dick!" Mike yelled, punching my back.

"You like dick, so I guess that's okay for you to call me that," I countered, slamming the door and following Freddy to the door.

Mike went silent for a moment. "Sh-shut up!"

Mangle laughed and led the way inside, yelling, "Ay, Puppet! Where you at?"

Soon we heard something behind us as we entered the office.

"Mangle, you have returned very quickly," The Marionette said, floating up behind us.

I dropped Mike, maybe a little too harshly, on the floor and rolled my eyes.

"Do you know where Jeremy is?" I asked simply, folding my arms.

Puppet rolled his eyes, the white pupil circling the black outline, "That is the wish of your visit?"

He sighed when I didn't answer. "No, I don't. But if you go look, I'm sure you'll find him,"

"Good, let's go!" I said, grabbing Mike's arm and yanking him behind me. He stumbled to keep up and Freddy followed.

"If he's in a physical form, he'll be the Fredbear. That's his usual appearance," Freddy said, leading the way into the stage room. 

I looked around. Everything was chipping and charred. Most of the tables were broken, either in half or missing legs. Chairs were mostly piles of ashes or broken wood, and cold embers layered the area. All the posters were gone and burnt off entirely. Then there was the show-stage, with all the toy animatronic parts that were not salvaged. But in the corner was something bright and blue.

"Hehey, Jeremy!" I said, holding my arms out wide in greeting as I gave him my best smile, "Been a while, huh?"

He turned to look at me, his black void's of eyes capturing me and making me freeze. His presence was colder now, less happy.

"What are you doing here," Jeremy growled.

I was unable to move at all, my arms frozen at my sides.

Freddy shoved Mike in front of me.

He glared behind him then turned to Jeremy and smiled awkwardly, "H-hey...J, how have you been?"