"... yes, I know. Yes Mom, they should have called." An exceptionally lean, unnaturally pale young girl, with ebony black hair tied up in a ponytail crossed the road to the rather abandoned block, not far from the infamous, despite being new and improved, Freddy's Fazbear's Pizza. "Look, you have nothing to worry about." The fifteen year old teenager dug in her pocket, searching for the warehouse keys that she got from her late father. Her mother's attorney said that he had left some belongings to her inside, and although she was still pained after losing him she had no choice but to hop out and get em, even if it was about six in the morning. Her ocean green eyes acknowledged the rather fresh footsteps on the ground, but didn't think much of it.

"It's alright..." She said, falling silent as the person on the other side of the phone continued to speak. "Mom, please, don't call the- listen, Jeremy's on the night shift, and he would immediately call me if they showed up, you don't have to worry." The girl continued to listen, then the lightest of blushes crossed her face. "Love you too Mom..." She said, before her mother hung up, and the silence engulfed her once more. She unlocked the heavy door, pushing hard on the rusty iron which left rust marks on her cobalt blue blazer as she forced it open and taking a few steps inside, flipping the lone light bulb on...

And finding the most unsettling object inside.

At first glance, it looked like a massive slumped corpse bathed in its own cape of shadows, but as the girl took a closer look, it turned out to be a Freddy Fazbear suit, despite having golden fur instead of the trademark brown coat. Its hollow eyes stared at her with a thousand mile gaze, its jaw hanging open in what seemed to be a frozen laugh. Kneeling in front of the suit, the girl reached out to touch the robot bear's chest, almost expecting her hand to phase through the yellow fur, but that didn't happen. The miscolored coat felt exceptionally soft under her fingers, although it appeared to be so old and neglected. Her eyes scanning the suit, she noticed wires, broken bits, chipped iron, how old was this thing, and why wasn't it at the pizzeria? Surely a suit like this wouldn't be neglected, right? Eyes traveling downwards, they noticed that in the Freddy's hand was a note, crumpled and old, also stained with god knows what. Gently removing it from the bear's palm, she examined the note which came from her father, that she knew after reading the first sentences, getting more baffled by every word she read. Her body trembled as she read it, and felt its fragile texture against her fingers. In this way, it was as if her father was speaking to her from the grave.

It didn't take long for the lights to begin flickering, and shockingly, the golden Freddy suit heaved itself off the floor, standing at full height over the kneeling girl. Her blood ran cold, and she half expected the suit to murder her there and then, but she found herself glued to the spot. The animatronic suit took a step forward, and the girl jolted into action, crawling backwards and trying to escape as she skidded along the filthy ground, only for the suit to casually grab onto her collar, causing her to slip and fall face down on the dirty floor. Still gripping her collar, the suit went on one knee, the disturbing noises of metal grinding and plastic cracking filling the air.

She turned around, frightened, and the suit's empty sockets stared into her soul. Her voice had burnt out completely, she couldn't even make the smallest of whimpers as the Freddy's other hand reached out, and to her utmost shock, gently helped her up, soon returning to its idle position. There was a certain amount of jerkiness in the golden robot's movements, but it moved too fluidly for a robot that old. Her mind was still grappling with the fact that she was not going to die, that she didn't hear what came next. Only vague phrases registered, and its voice was so weak and raspy.

Unused.

"-n-not go-ing t-to hu-urt you..."

The girl looked at it questioningly. Her sense screamed at her to get away from this... thing, but the bigger part of his was still upset over her father, and this, whatever it is, was his legacy. In a way, this Freddy suit was the last thing that remained of him, physically and above dirt. The animatronic stared at her silently, almost giving her time to consider her decision. She wanted nothing more than to destroy this creature, this frightening contraption of iron and fur, but she couldn't.

Ugh! Come on Sher, it's a robot! You're bothering yourself over what an AI might feel!

But it felt too familiar for her to destroy. Reaching down to pick up the fallen note, she reread the last line, feeling an unwelcome mix of emotions overwhelm her. And although she didn't want to, she headed back to the her apartment, tucking the crumpled note in her jeans pocket.

That's Golden Freddy, Shereen. He was your favorite when you were young. I got him for you before they trashed him but poor fellow's in really bad shape. Take good care of him, he's special. -Dad.

She just sincerely hoped nobody noticed the golden Freddy's giant bulking form as it trailed after her like a lost child heading back home.

In a way, Golden Freddy was coming back home.

A/N: *falls down on the ground* & Annnd here it is. Finally finished this thing. There Will be a sequel, so you can look forward to that. Now people, enjoy a midnight snack by yours truly: Exotic Butters. *le nom*.