We Can Make it Work (Mike x Jeremy)

Chapter Twelve

Hey all! This chapter is going to mostly be in Golden's POV, as it's going to have a flashback and such to tell a bit about Golden and William's history.
Keep in mind that this does NOT fully follow the FNaF canon timeline, it is just for this book.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy the chapter!
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It was dark.

The young humanoid leaned against the backroom door, his fists still on it from hours upon hours of banging onto it for help. His head was ducked down, body trembling.

Young Fredbear had been stuck in that damn room for- how long had it been now, ten years? Fifteen? Ah yes, fifteen.
He would've loved to say he lost count, but he couldn't help but keep track, if the scratched in tally marks on the walls meant anything.
Finally backing away from the door, he sat down against the wall across from it. Christ, it hadn't even been his fault! William's stupid kid took bullying way to far, Fredbear and Spring were stuck in daytime mode...
You can figure out the rest.

Spring...hell, that was a name he had tried to forget this entire time. He missed him. Missed him greatly. William had probably scrapped him by now. But Spring didn't need a murderer like him, if he even was still alive.
According to William, Fredbear deserved this. It had been his fault. And the young blonde was starting to believe it.
All he could do now was wait for his servos to officially lock up and shut down.

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Thirty years in total. That's how long it had been. Fredbear couldn't hardly move. Much like being in a hospital bed for so long and losing your muscles, his joints had rusted. So he could hardly stand, much less walk.

He didn't know how he was even still active. Barely, yes. But still aware of his surroundings. There was one time that door had been opened, maybe ten years ago, with a red stained bundle.

He didn't want to talk about it.

As he tried to somewhat doze off again, he could faintly hear the door- crusty and janky as it was old- being pushed open, he just didn't have the energy to care. He did hear a faint voice, and see a blurry person, slowly walking towards him. He could make out the colors.
Brown and black.

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Golden narrowed his eyes at William as he stood in front of Jeremy and Mike, his hand gripping Jeremy's good arm a bit tightly.
Jeremy knew something was wrong. Glancing at Mike, he frowned.

Did Golden know this man...?