Chapter One

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Chapter One

A short (5'0") woman, appearing around nineteen, with long golden-blonde hair held in a high ponytail by a midnight blue ribbon, bright electric blue eyes, pale skin, freckles, glasses with a midnight blue frame, an over-sized gold sweater, a dark blue pleated skirt, knee-high midnight blue socks, and black doll shoes walked into a darkened mansion. She looked defeated and sad, her eyes rimmed with red and bloodshot. The woman was Golden Freddy or Goldy - formerly known as Lilia Starr. Four people were sprawled out on the couches, looking bored as they watched TV. One was female, one was androgynous, and two were male.

The first female was a short (4'9") teen, around eighteen, with wavy light yellow hair to her mid-back, blue eyes, pale skin, naturally rosy cheeks, a white choker with a cupcake charm, a white crop top that said "Let's Party!", an unbuttoned ruffly yellow sleeveless blouse, a short pink skirt, yellow shorts under it, orange fishnet tights, and slightly darker orange flats. The androgynous person was tallish (5'5") and had shoulder-length spiky pure white hair, a light reddish-pink streak in their bangs, gold eyes, pale skin, naturally rosy cheeks, naturally reddish lips, pure white fox ears tipped in light reddish-pink, a fluffy pure white fox tail tipped in light reddish-pink, a bright red bow tie, a white button-up shirt, an unbuttoned light reddish-pink vest, light reddish-pink jeans, and white pirate-like boots with bright red straps. The first male was a short (4'11") teen, around eighteen, with slicked back light brown hair with a light red-brown streak starting at his left temple, medium blue eyes, pale skin, freckles, naturally rosy cheeks, light brown bear ears, a light brown bear tail, a miniature black top hat with a red ribbon around the base, a black bow tie, a black button up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, an unbuttoned light red-brown vest, light brown jeans, and black sneakers. The second male was a short (5'2") teen, around eighteen, with messy baby blue hair with an ice blue streak in his bangs, emerald green eyes, pale skin, freckles, naturally rosy cheeks, baby blue bunny ears, a baby blue bunny tail, a ruby red bow tie, a baby blue button up, an ice blue vest, baby blue jeans, and black sneakers.

The girl was Toy Chica or Camilla - formerly Chasity Bapiri. The androgynous teen was Toy Foxy or Max - formerly Mica Maxwell. The brunette boy was Toy Freddy or Teddy - formerly Travis Kuma. The bluenette boy was Toy Bonnie or Tonnie - formerly Thomas Usagi.

"Golden, what the hell took you so long? Marion is pissed." Camilla snapped and Goldy rolled her eyes.

"I was busy." She growled before stalking up to her room. Standing in the middle of the hallway was a tall (6'6") man, around twenty, with chin-length spiky pitch black hair, silver eyes, pale skin, violet eyeliner, a black undershirt, a black cloak with five white stripes on the forearms, black jeans with nine white stripes, and black converse with black and white striped laces. The man was Marionette or Marion - formerly known as Charles Emily.

"Golden, where were you? You were gone for quite a while." Marion said, frowning, and Goldy huffed, shaking her head.

"I was mourning. What else would I be doing?" She muttered, walking past him, and he sighed.

"Goldy, please... You need to move on... It's been five years..." Marion said gently and Goldy whipped around, glaring at him with glowing midnight blue eyes.

"I lost my triplets, Mari. The two people who'd been with me throughout my entire life... Since we were in the womb." Goldy growled, her voice shaking, and Marion winced. He sighed, walking toward her, but she held up a hand. She said, "I'm going to bed. Make sure the Toys don't bother me."

She stalked up the stairs to the attic and into her room before she curled up on her bed after taking off her glasses, shoes, and freeing her hair. She fell asleep quickly but was plunged into nightmares immediately. Even the sheer terror couldn't wake her up, forcing her to keep reliving horrible pain and traumas she'd wished she'd forget.

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