"This guy needs to be behind bars!" A high-pitched voice snapped. Goldie walked around, placing plates full of food on the right tables.
         "Thanks Chica, but if he sees the cops show up, all hell will break loose." The golden bear replied, walking back behind the counter. Chica crossed her arms.
         "I don't think it matters at this point! Of the year and a half you've been dating this asshole, youve been beaten, threatened, verbally abused, and-" she dropped her voice to a harsh whisper, "-worst of all... raped..."
        "I appreciate the concern, but I'm perfectly capable of handling Foxy." Goldie said in return, wiping down the counter. He looked up when someone sat at the counter, white meeting the warm gray eyes of a tall golden-green rabbit. The young golden bear gulped, flashing an uneasy smile at the stranger.
    "U-uh hello! I'm Goldie and I'll be your server. Can I start you off with a drink?" Goldie said, slipping into his waiting mentality. The stranger flipped through a menu, staying silent for a moment before answering.
    "I'll have a coffee for now." His voice, low and slightly raspy, rang through Goldie's ears, causing him to shiver slightly in delight.
    "C-coming right up sir." The smaller male quivered, turning to grab a pot of coffee.
    "You know," the stranger began, "I've been coming here everyday for a year and a half, but I've never seen you around here before. Are you new?"
    "No, actually. I'm not normally here at this time. I usually start working around 7:30 in the evening." Goldie replied, setting the stranger's coffee on the counter. "Can I get you anything else?" The stranger shook his head.
    "A coffee will be fine for now. What I'd really like is to get to know you better." The rabbit said. Goldie looked back at Chica when he heard a squeak, the chicken watching the two from afar. The young golden bear rolled his eyes and directed his attention back to the male.
    "I can't really talk right now while I'm working, or my boss will throw a fit. Can we talk later?" He asked. The rabbit nodded, finishing his coffee and setting some money on the table, a slip of paper on top.
    "Give me a call when you can. And keep the change." He said, giving Goldie one more smile before leaving. The young golden bear stood there, still trying to comprehend what had just happened. He grabbed the money and looked at the slip. 'Springtrap Salvage' it read, a phone number underneath. Chica walked over and looked at him, glancing at the slip in his hand.
   "Woah! Goldie, you got someone's number without even trying." She squealed, patting his shoulder. The young golden bear smiled at the thought, but stopped.
    "Chica, there's one problem. Foxy doesn't let me talk to other guys except for my brother and his fiance. If he finds out I met some guy at work and got his number, I'm dead." Goldie worried, shaking his head.
    "Goldie, you'll be fine. It's not like he goes through your phone or anything."
    "Yeah... I guess your right..." Goldie spared another glance at the slip in his hand, sighing. "I just hope like hell Foxy doesn't find out..."

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  After his shift, Goldie took a long and slow walk back home to clear his head. Foxy was most likely home now, wasted and ready to tear up his back some more. The young male let tears drip down his face, terrified for his life as he grew closer and closer to the hell that is home. He walked up the steps to Foxy's house, drying his tears and taking a deep breath before opening the door. To his surprise, Foxy was still out with his friends, leaving him more time to enjoy no abuse. Goldie bit his tongue to stop him from screaming in joy, taking off upstairs to change into pajamas. He stopped, thinking he heard something, but dismissed it when it was gone. He walked out of the bedroom, walking down the hallway towards the stairs. Someone moved behind him, reaching for him and snagging the young golden bear roughly, a hand going over his mouth. Goldie let a muffled cry slip, thrashing as he tried to escape. The strong male behind him dragged him back, pulling him into Foxy's room
   "Damn Foxy, you never said he was a fighter." An unknown voice laughed, throwing the small male on the bed. His arms were pinned to the bed by two guys, white meeting golden as Foxy crawled over and pinned his legs.
   "Looks like it's yer lucky day Golden..." The crimson red fox said softly, causing Goldie to whimper.

NightBear15 signing off...