hello, and yes it has been a while since I wrote a book version story of all our favorite characters combined with our favorite fnaf AGA characters but anyways I hope you all enjoy this and the original idea of the book was from Lewis Carrol the original author of Alice in Wonderland but now let's all get onto the story shall we?

Goldie was beginning to get very tired of sitting by his brother on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice he would had to peeped into the book his brother was reading, but it had no pictures or conversation, 'and what is the use of a book,' thought Goldie' without an pictures or conversation?' So he was considering in his own mind ( as well as he could, for the day hot made him feel sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking daisies, when suddenly a purple rabbit with pink eyes ran close by him. There was nothing so VERY remarkable in that; nor did Goldie think it so VERY much out of the way to hear the rabbit say to itself, 'Oh dear! Oh Dear! I shall be late!' (when he thought it over afterwards, it occurred to him that he ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seem natural); but when the rabbit actually TOOK A WATCH OUT OF ITS WAISTCOAT-POCKET, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Goldie started to get on his feet, for it flashed across his mind that he had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take it out of it, and burning with curiosity, he ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge. In another moment down went Goldie after it, never once considering how in the world he was to get out again. The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Goldie had not a moment to think about stopping himself before he found himself falling down a deep well. Either the well was very deep, or he fell very slowly, for he had plenty of time as he went down to look about him and to have wonder what was going to happen next. ( he is wearing a dress like Alice since he loves to play dress up) First, he tried to look down and make out what he was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then he looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and bookshelves; here and there he saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. He took down a jar from one of the shelves as he passed; it was labelled 'ORANGE MARMALADE', but to his disappointment it was empty: he did not like to drop the jar for fear for killing somebody, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as he fell past it. 'Well!' thought Goldie to himself,' after such a fall as this, I shall think of nothing of tumbling downstairs! How brave they'll all think of me at home! Why, I wouldn't say anything about it, even if I fell off the top of the pizzeria!' ( Which was very likely true.) Down, down, down. Would the fall NEVER come to an end!' ' I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?' he said aloud. 'I must be getting somewhere near the center of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think-'(for, you see, Goldie had learnt several things of this sort in his lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a VERY good opportunity for showing off his knowledge, as there was no one to listen to him, still it was good practice to say it over) '---yes, that's about right the right distance-but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?' (Goldie had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.) Presently he begins again. 'I wonder if I shall fall right on through the earth! How funny it'll seem to come out among people that walk through their heads downward! The Antipathies, I think-' (he rather glad there WAS no one to listening, this time, as it didn't sound at all the right word)'-but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know. Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand or Australia?' ( and he tried to curstery as he spoke- fancy CURSTERYING as you're falling down through the air! How you could managed it?) 'And what an ignorant little cub (dressed up as a girl) she'll think of me for asking! No, it'll never do to ask: perhaps I shall see it written somewhere.' Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Goldie soon began talking again. 'Max will miss me tonight, I should think!' (Max was the cat.) 'I hope they'll remember his saucer of milk at tea-time. Max my dear! I wish you were down here with me! There are no mice in the air, I'm afraid, but you might catch a bat, that's very like a mouse, you know. But do cats eat bats, I wonder? and here Goldie began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to himself, in a dreamy sort of way, 'Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats? and sometimes, 'Do bats eats cats?' for, you see, as he couldn't answer either question, it didn't much matter which way he put it. He felt that he was dozing off, and had just began to dream that he walking hand and hand with Max, saying to her very earnestly, 'Now Max, tell me the truth: did you ever eat a bat?' when suddenly, thump! thump! down came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and the fall was over. Goldie was not a bit hurt, and he jumped up onto his feet in a moment: he looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before he was another long passage, and the purple rabbit was still in sight, hurrying down it. There was no moment to be lost: away went Goldie like the wind, and was just in time to hear it say, as it turn a corner,' Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it's getting!' He turned the corner, but the rabbit was no longer to be seen: he found himself in a long, low hall, which was lit up by a row of lamps hanging from the roof. There were doors the hall, but they were locked; trying every door, he walked sadly down the middle, wondering how he was ever to get out again. Suddenly he came upon a little three-legged table, all made of solid glass; there was nothing on it except a tiny golden key , and Goldie's first thought was that it might belong to one of the doors of the hall; but, alas! either the locks were too large, or the key was too small, but at any rate it would not open any of them. However, on the second time around, he came upon a low curtain he had not noticed before, and behind it was a little door about fifteen inches high: she tried the little golden key in the lock, and to his great delight it fitted! Goldie opened the door and found that it led into a small passage, not much larger than a rat-hole: he knelt down and looked along the passage into a loveliest garden you ever saw, How he longed to get out of the dark hall, and wander about among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but he could not even get his head through the doorway; 'and even if my head would go through,' thought poor Goldie, 'it would be of very little use without my shoulders. Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! if I only know how to begin.' For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that Goldie had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible. There seemed to be no use in waiting by a little door, so he went back to the table, half hoping he might find another key on it, or at any rate a book of rules for shutting up like a telescopes: this time he found a little bottle on it, (' which certainly was not here before,' said Goldie,) and round the neck of the bottle was a paper label, with the words 'DRINK ME' beautifully printed on it in large letters. It was all very well to say 'Drink me,' but the wise little Goldie was not going to do THAT in a hurry. 'No, I'll look first,' he said, 'and see whether it's marked "poison" or not'; for he read several nice little histories about children who had got burnt, and eaten up by wild beasts and other unpleasant things, all because they WOULD no remember the simple rules their friends had taught them: such as, that a red-hot poker will burn you if you hold it too long; and that if you cut your finger very deeply with a knife, it usually bleeds; and she had never forgotten that, if you drink much from a bottle marked 'poison,' it is almost certain to disagree with you sooner or later. However, this bottle was NOT marked 'poison,' so Goldie ventured to taste it, and finding it really nice, ( it had, in fact, a sort of mixed of flavours of cherry-tart, custard, pineapple, roast turkey, toffee, and hot buttered toast,) he soon finished it off ( cause he never tasted anything this good before since he never eaten anything) 'What a curious feeling!' said Goldie;' I must be shutting up like a telescope.' And so it was indeed: he was now only ten inches high, and his face brightened up at the thought that he was now the right size for going through the little door into that lovely garden. First, however, he waited for a few minutes to see if he was going to shrink any further: he felt a little nervous about this; ' for it might end, you know,' said Goldie to himself, 'in my going out altogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be like then?' and he tried to fancy what a flame of a candle is like after the candle is blown out, for he could not remember ever having seen such a thing. After a while, finding that nothing more happened, he decided on going into the garden at once; but alas for poor Goldie! when he got to the door, he found he had forgotten the little golden key, and when he went back to the table for it, he found he could not possibly reach it: he could see it quite plainly through the glass, and he tried his best to climb up one of the legs of the table, but it was too slippery; and when he tired himself out of trying, the poor cub sat down and cried. 'Come, there's no use in crying like that!' said Goldie to himself, rather sharply; 'I advise you to leave off this minute!' He generally gave himself good advice, (though he very seldom followed it), and sometimes he scolded himself so severally as to bring tears into his eyes; and once he remembered trying to box his own bear ears for having cheated on himself in a game of croquet he playing against himself, for this curious cub was very fond of pretending to be two people. 'But it's no use now,' thought poor Goldie,'pretend to be two people! Why, there's hardly enough of me left to make ONE respectable person!' Soon his eye fell on a little glass box that was lying under the table: he opened it, and found in it a very small cake, on which the words 'EAT ME' were beautifully marked in currants. 'Well, I'll eat it,' said Goldie, and if it making me larger, I can reach the key; and if it makes me grow smaller, I can creep under the door; so either way I'll get into the garden, and I don't care which happens!' He ate a little bit, and said anxiously to himself, 'Which way? Which way?, holding his hand on the top of his head to feel which way it was growing, and he was quite surprised to find that he remained the same size: to be sure, this generally happens when one eats cake, but Goldie had so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way. So he set to work, and soon finished off the cake. ( which he was still very hungry)

End of Chapter 1.

what will happen next will Goldie grow bigger or smaller like a telescope?

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