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[Chapter 6]

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3rd Person POV
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It was 10AM and everyone was awake. Goldie thought it was unusual for Freddy to still be asleep at this hour.. he usually gets up early, but he didn't think too much of it.

"Hey, Whatcha makin' ?" Springtrap asked as he walked into the kitchen.

"Waffles." Goldie responded and placed down the first batch on a plate.

Springtrap crossed his arms and leaned against the fridge. After a few seconds of silence Goldie placed down the plate of waffles down on the table.

"That quick?"

"Uh.. yeah?" Goldie chuckled.

Springtrap shrugged and went upstairs to get Bonnie and Freddy.

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Goldie POV
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I placed down the toppings on the table and was about to grab the utensils until I heard yelling.

I frowned and walked out of the kitchen, only to be shoved out of the way by Springtrap who was looking for something.

"Woah! Calm down!" I said and grabbed his hands. "What's wrong!?"

"It's Freddy!"

"What? Nothing's wrong with Freddy, I-" I stopped talking when I heard Sirens nearby.

My heart dropped as I ran upstairs into Freddy's room where I saw him laying in his bed with a pool of blood surrounding him.

"Goldie?" Bonnie said.

I turned to look at him, feeling more bad about this situation.

I don't want Bonnie to blame himself because of this..

"What's going on? What's wrong with Freddy?" He asked worriedly as he tried to peek inside.



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Freddy POV
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*Heart monitor Beeping*

I woke up to a sharp pain on my right arm and looked at it, Only to see a nurse injecting something into my arm.

"*Grunt*.. What- Um, What is this?" I ask.

"It's to help ease the pain from the stitches on your chest." She responds quietly.

"Oh.."

After a few seconds of silence, and her walking around the room collecting things and cleaning some stuff, I decided to start a small conversation.

"What time is it?"

"It is.." she checked her watch. "It is, two forty-four in the morning. You've been out for a day, I'm not surprised though." She turns to face me.

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