Should I continue this story? Or should I discontinue it? What are your thoughts? Tell me in the comments! ~Snowy

Golden Freddy teleported into the Parts and Services room. The other older animatronics were silent as they stared at him. He wiped his hands nervously on his gold undershirt. He brushed a few strands of his hair from his oddly colored eyes.

"Hi Freddy!" Goldie nervously said. Freddy turned around. He began growling. His eyes darkened and he bared his teeth. Bonnie ran over and tried to calm down the angry grumbles of Freddy. Goldie weakly chuckled.

"Sorry about that, Goldie." Chica nervously told Goldie. Goldie waved it off. Lately, Goldie hasn't been himself. He's been weaker, less powerful, and a lot less...well...Goldie. Chica walked out from behind a few boxes. She was limping slightly.

"What's wrong with them, Chica?" Golden Freddy asked her curiously. Chica bit her lip. She didn't know what to say. How was she supposed to tell Goldie that she was working for the other side? How was she supposed to work for Vincent and Y/N's mother?

"Oh. I don't know. All I know is that I am safe to leave this room. I got the curse broken from me. And I am not lying either." Chica said. Goldie looked into her violet eyes. They shone with trust and hope. Goldie nodded.

"Let's get out of this room before something bad happens." Goldie said as he ushered Chica out of the room. Chica looked at her stubs of hands. She used to be pretty. So pretty. Her short blonde hair would always shine in the light, her violet eyes would sparkle, and she would sing wonderfully. Those days were now her past. They would never happen again.

Goldie watched Chica. Tears flooded her eyes and falling down her face. She sniffed. She couldn't wipe her cheeks, and she was crying a waterfall. Goldie put a hand on her shoulder. She looked up. Violet eyes meeting black and white eyes.

"It will be okay, Chica. I promise."