Rusted and Broken

Chapter 2

"Golden!" Mason yells from the dining room, I turn away from the powered off animatronic not noticing anything. I sigh and turn back to face Fredbear only now to realise that he's been crying oil... "Fredbear!" I say loudly not knowing if he was powered off or just had his eyes shut, he opens his eyes slightly letting more oil spill out of them, not looking at me while he speaks "W what?" He groans as I teleport down to sit in front of him "Fredbear are you upset about what I said to you before?" I say softly looking away feeling his eyes staring at me "maybe..." He says eventually "I didn't mean it that way, plus I'm actually replacing Goldie anyway" I begin bitterly
"Why are you angry? That's a good thing, right?" He asks looking at me softly
"I'll let Mason explain, but first wipe away that oil" I say a little softer.

Mason was waiting at a table head on his arms looking like he was asleep. "M@50n" Goldie says nudging him softly "what?" He groans lifting his head up a little
"Fr3db3@r @nd G0ld3n @r3 h3r3" Goldie says leaning on the table
"Oh!" He looks up and turns his head to see us standing behind him. "Don't mess this up" I growl teleporting to sit in the chair opposite Mason, Fredbear looks at us confused "Golden said there was something that I should know?" Fredbear says as Mason looked down
"Fredbear" he muttered "management wants to destroy you by the end of the week, Goldie is never to return to stage again with Golden to replace them and Golden will..." He cuts himself off by placing his hands infront of his mouth, forgetting that he hadn't told us what would happen to me "what about me" I press ignoring Fredbear's visible shock at what he just heard. Mason looks at me then looks down at his hands "Golden... I don't know how to say this but, what management wants done with you is worse than Goldie and Fredbear" Mason begins as I lean forward in my seat so my robotic head is on my hands "how so?" I ask narrowing my eyes slightly and adjusting myself so I am more comfortable.
"Management wants to overwork you untill you can never speak nor preform" Mason mutters as all of us stare at him in shock "what!?" I shout getting up as someone walks in....

A man with dark brown hair, blue eyes and a purple suit comes in not even slightly phased that the nightguard and all 3 Golden Freddy models were sitting at a table together talking and I had just yelled "W W1//1@m @ft0n!" Goldie stutters immediately hiding behind me "yes indeed, Golden Freddy model 1" he chuckles "Noah" his gaze switching from Goldie to Mason
"Yes?" Mason asks cautiously (his name is Noah but all animatronics call him Mason) "the call you got earlier was from the co owner Henry Emily, correct?" He asks coming to stand by our table
"Y yeah" Mason stutters visibly confused looking at his hands that rested on the table gently
"I'm not letting the animatronics I built go to waste, after the party tomorrow I've got a plan to set the animatronics in danger free" he announces proudly, his posture tall and royal looking. We all look at him "really!?" I ask stunned by what he just said. We may be able to set Fredbear, the other backup animatronics and me free? I think to myself in shock.

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