Forgotten Memories FNAF Pt 4

Animatronic’s Viewpoint>

                Bonnie poked his head out from within the arcade; he could have sworn he heard a scream. Did any of the others hear it too? Clearly none of the kids heard it, they were still laughing and playing like nothing happened.

                “You heard it too?” asked Chica as she walked up beside Bonnie.

                “Who was it though? It wasn’t the night guard; it sounded more like a kid’s.” Bonnie replied back as they both walked further out into the Dining hall.

                Freddy stormed up to them with rage in his eyes, “It was Goldie. He was with (Y/N) in the ‘Animatronic Set Studio.”

                “What were they doing in there!?” exclaimed Chica as she made a move towards the room.

                “What was your brother doing with (Y/N)?”  Bonnie questioned as he too followed Chica to the room. Before Chica could reach for the handle and open the door, Foxy came over and interjected.

                “They're not in thar anymore. I saw t' little lass runnin' t' her mother in tears though." They all frowned at this; however Freddy went straight for the door and barged into the room.

        The employees had already left after (Y/N) had run out of the room, however the room wasn’t empty. On the table sat Goldie once more playing with lil Bonnie in his hands with an amused look on his face. "My dear brother don’t give me that look, I didn’t lay a finger on her. It's not like she’s hurt.” He said with a grin on his face that made Freddy fume even harder. “I just gave her a little fright is all,” he laughed and tossed lil Bonnie towards Freddy who just barely caught it. He glanced down at it, remembering (Y/N) had it earlier before they played the game. Bonnie stepped a little closer and Freddy passed the plush over to him.

        Bonnie frowned even more after seeing the little version of him in his hands. (Y/N) wouldn’t let this go when they played the game and here it was left behind. She’d come back for it, right? “You aren’t to lay a hand on her! Actually, you aren’t to even speak to her!” started Freddy.

        “It doesn’t matter if she never comes back…” replied Chica softly from behind Bonnie. The other three cringed at what she said, it was true. She gestured to the room with her wing, “I wouldn’t want to come back after seeing this. If I were a kid, I wouldn’t want to be in here. It’s scary… “

                Everyone became silent, except for Goldie who continued for her, “It’s also where we died.” He said it in such a nonchalant way like it didn’t really matter to him.

         Bonnie was about to go over and punch his face in if it weren’t for Chica who pulled him out of the room with Foxy close behind, “Come on… let Freddy handle this.” As soon as they left the room, loud banging was heard making the door rattle as it sounded like things were being thrown around from inside. Luckily the music they had playing in the pizzeria droned out most of it so no one else could hear what was going on.


        “Uh…” started Bonnie but he stopped as Freddy calmly opened the door and shut it behind him. His eyes cold as they bore into the ground. His hat looked like it was about to fall off his head, and he had a small indent in his face around his right eye, even small bits of his fur on his arms was torn.

        “Did you get ‘em?” asked Foxy, he including Bonnie and Chica didn’t like Goldie either. Goldie was the least sane out of all of them; there was no way to know what he’d do next. Freddy ignored him and went back stage, much to all the children’s disappointment who were all gathered around the stage thinking he’d go up there and sing for them.

        In Pirate’s Cove, children were calling out for Foxy to come back onto the stage. “I better be gettin' aft t' t' stage," he said as he turned away from the other two and went back to his stage, where the children cheered.

        Chica gave Bonnie a reassuring pat on the arm, “Why don’t you go and talk to Freddy? He’s more likely to talk to you than the rest of us.”

         Bonnie nodded, slowly opening the door to the stage to see Freddy in one of the armchairs clearly still upset but choosing to hide it this time. It was true that Freddy opened up to Bonnie more, but that didn’t mean he didn’t lash out at him whenever he was angered. He stood there awkwardly for a moment at the door before quietly going further in and towards the couch. He set lil Bonnie down on one of the cushions closest to Freddy while he took the other side of the couch which was the farthest away.

         They sat in silence for a while until Freddy finally broke his train of thoughts and looked at him. “We’re gonna have to face the fact that she may never come back,” he said softly. Bonnie nodded, already knowing that. He still had that small glimmer of hope though that she might though. “Why he did that was beyond me. To an adult, sure, but to a child…”

        “Did he lead her into the room?”

        “No, she went in there herself. Probably thought one of us was hiding in there. It was stupid of me not to set boundaries for that game.”

                Bonnie gave a small laugh at that, “Any game of Chica’s always end up going wrong.”

                Freddy chuckled softly, “True. That duck brings bad luck to all her games.”

                “You know she’s a chicken.”

                “Yah, I know. People confuse her for one so much it’s starting to catch on.”

        That’s how their conversation went for the remainder of the day. Their conversation changing subjects every now and then as they remembered certain things. All in all it did help distract them from what just happened, more so for Freddy. That’s what Bonnie did when stuff like that happened; he’d change the topic and liven up the mood between the two. It didn’t work all the time, but luckily it did now. “I’m just glad to know she got out okay. She’s probably safer away from here anyways."

        "The poor girl, she didn’t need to see any of that though…”



<Your Viewpoint>

Not once have I gone back to that pizzeria since that day. I never thought I’d walk through those doors again and have a smile on my face. I pushed back the memories I had of that pizzeria, which wasn’t hard considering I’d only gone there twice. Michael continued to go there still, since he was oblivious as to what I knew. He finally stopped one day, like all the other kids who decided to finally grow up and leave that place behind.
It’s been several years now, and Michael had finally gotten the guts to move out, but he didn’t live very far from home, just a couple blocks down in an old apartment building. I was seventeen now and he was twenty one. I didn’t know what kind of job he took, but according to my mom, it didn’t pay much. He came home occasionally for a family meal my mom offered him every now and then. My mom commented about how he needs to find a better paying job and eat something more nutritious then pizza every day. Every time I saw him, he looked more and more distant and he always seemed so on edge about something but I never knew what. I never asked him. I should have. He could have warned me…