@yolorolo102 Never gonna be an update huh? I took that as a challenge and here is my response. Your move @yolorolo102

Golden Boy's P.O.V

"Hey, do you think that the girl will be coming back soon? Or do you think that it was a one time thing? Maybe she can't come back. What if we costed her the ability to come back ever by kidnapping her?? What if she doesn't want to come back because of what we did to her. Maybe we scarred her for life!? How do we......."

"Shut up Goldy. You used to be so quiet that I could tolerate you being in my room. Now you talk so much it's giving me a headache. If you want to talk so much go find someone who actually wants to listen." Bonnie tells me coldly, not even looking up from his spot on the bed.

"But I'm really worried and I don't know where anyone else is." I reply lamely, knowing I'm pushing my luck.

Bonnie looks at me with a state that could kill if we're caught off guard. Luckily though, I'm used to his death glares so I don't even flinch when he gives me one. Not wanting to have a angry Bonnie after me, I silently leave the room. I wander the hallways, hoping to find someone that will listen to me. I know that Chica's sleeping right now since she got sick. I was just with Bonnie and will probably be killed. No idea where Foxy could be or if he's even in a normal state of mind. If he is, something must be wrong. That or he finally realized that he doesn't have to act anymore. Only time we have to is if we decide to go upstairs to the pizzeria. Then we dress up in case someone catches us up there. We can just change into the old robots and nobody will be suspicious of us. We should have probably just found a house to live in instead of creating this underground base under the old pizzeria. Would have been easier to hide from the people trying to get us. Of course though, we decided to stay since this has been our home for a long time.

~Time Skip~

I end up walking around the entire base without coming into contact with anyone. I should have at least ran into someone. There's only one place that I didn't check and that was the kitchen. There's a possibility that I would run into someone there, but the chances are pretty slim since no one eats unless Chica makes pizza or cupcakes. Which doesn't happen often. She's asleep right now too which means that no one is in there.

I walk by the kitchen not even bothering to look inside. I stop however when I hear a crash and a 'Fuck' come from inside.

Hesitantly I open the door, not knowing what awaited me on the other side. I stop moving slowly when I realize it's Freddy and he somehow managed to slice open his hand and knock over a pot full of soup.

"Are you alright Freddy?" I ask him, entering the kitchen fully.

He jumps and spins around scared, but relaxes when he sees me.

"Oh, it's just you Goldy. I thought you were Foxy or Bonnie. I would have been laughed at if they found out that I cut myself on a pot of soup." He says, laughing a bit as he does.

"Oh, no. I won't laugh at you. You're so nice to me. It would be rude if I was mean to you." I tell him, walking over to inspect he cut on his hand.

"How have you remained so nice? Sure, Chica's still nice but not as much as you. Even she has a mean streak. You however, I've never even seen you angry. I don't understand you." Freddy tells me waving his hands around, splattering blood all over the kitchen.

"Calm down Freddy you're getting blood everywhere. Sit down and let me bandage you hand before you get more blood on the kitchen alright?" I tell him, walking over and grabbing the first aid kit.

He points his uninjured hand at me as if proving a point. "Even now you don't get mad that I got blood all over the kitchen. It's no wonder that girl took a liking to you."

I freeze at his words. 'Girl? Liking me? Who the hell is he talking about. I haven't met any girls except for Chica. Well, I also met Y/N but I don't think that is who he's talking about.'

"Goldy? Are you alright? It looks like you are having a panic attack." He asks, worry etching into his voice.

"Yea, yea, I'm fine. I was just wondering who you were talking about. I've met two girls my entire life and neither of them will ever take a liking towards me." I mutter offhandedly, grabbing the bandages and a clean rag to fix his hand.

"You've got to be kidding me. You seriously didn't notice that Y/N was taking a liking towards you?!? She even started calling you Golden Boy." He practically yells, shipping his still bleeding hand into the air spraying even more blood around.

"Calm down Freddy. At least let me get your hand bandages before you start waving your hands around like a crazy person. And so what if she gave me a nickname. It's not like it means anything anyways." I tell him, yanking his hand back down and quickly bandaging it before he has the chance to get blood everywhere again.

"Wow Goldy. You really are dense. I should have let you out more when we were able to. Maybe then you would actually be able to see what's going on." He says defeatedly.

I pack up the first aid kit quickly, wanting to get away from this discussion. Last thing I want is for Freddy to get my hopes up for nothing. That's all I need is for that to happen.

"Hey, is anyone here?" A voice calls out quietly from somewhere outside the kitchen.

"Did you hear that Freddy?" I whisper, not wanting to alert whoever has managed to find their way down here.

"I think that might be Y/N." He whispers back.

"No. The chances that she came back are slim to none Freddy." I whisper shout back, angry at him for even voicing something that would get my hopes up.

"Hello? Freddy? Chica? Bonnie? Foxy?" The voice calls out again.

"See? If it was here she would have called out Golden Boy right?" I tell him.

"I guess you're right but still, who else knows about us down here? If it was someone who was after us they wouldn't haves called out like that." He replies, worry coming back.

"Golden Boy? Are you there?" The voice calls out timidly.

"It is her." Freddy says, standing up and walking to the door.

"Freddy! What are you doing? Maybe she's bait for a trap." I whisper.

"Goldy, why would she do that?" He says normally, folding his arms over his chest.

"I...I....I don't know." I stutter.

"Exactly. Now, to let her know that we are in fact here. Y/N!!!! We are in here. It's me Freddy!!" He calls out, keeping an eye on me.

Footsteps approach and the doors swing open to reveal Y/N standing there. She smiles when she sees us and that makes all the worries melt away.