On the bed, just don't be mislead
Those toys were just meant to like you to be bled
Third person P.O.V
Jack didn't have the ability to see clearly at the time but he didn't need to. He knew who was standing right there. Goldmare. When he heard her voice the pain he was enduring seemed to vanish, just a bit. Jack looked straight ahead and, surely enough, he could make out a blurry Goldmare with her lavender blazer and matching top hat. He could tell her head turned so she was looking straight at him. He noticed Nightmare's head whip over his shoulder to view his superhero.
"Well, well, well," Nightmare spoke softly, "look who's here. Come to witness your little friend's death? Charming really, after what you did to him."
"What I did to Jack is none of your business. You really shouldn't be the one to talk since you're purposely hurting him and my injuries were accidental!" Goldmare stated harshly, her voice a mix between whisper and scream. Even from where Plushtrap and Freddy were they could sense the dark and menacing and angered essence Goldmare brought with her.
"Why don't you step aside from that little angel before I have to force you."
"No thank you. I feel perfectly fine right where I am."
Goldmare clenched her un-gloved fists and gritted her teeth. "It wasn't a question it was a demand!" Her single eye flashed black, then it remained that color. A red pupil dotted her eye rather than white. This caught the attention of Nightmare and the three other animals in the room. Goldmare launched forward, slamming her foot down in the cold floor of the basement, and stuck her claws into Nightmare's shoulders. He grabbed her wrists and tried forcefully yanking them off his. But he couldn't stop her from what she wanted. Using the strength she never really knew she had in her, Goldmare pushed the black bear against the wall furthest from her and Jack. His metal foot hit a small table that was decorated with beautiful carvings of roses and fell on his metal backside.
Goldmare took the opportunity. She got on her knees and quickly slid over to Jack. She scanned his entire form. Mentally yelling every time she got the glimpse of wounds and scarlet blood. With shaky hands she reached out to hold Jack close to her, causing the frightened boy to get startled and gasp.
"Goldmare?" Jack asked, desperately needing to be reassured what he heard was real.
Goldmare felt the tears well up in her eyes but she would not let them fall. She knew she had to stay strong for Jack's sake. "I'm here, Jack. You don't need to be scared anymore." She reached out and took his wrist into her hand, not knowing what Nightmare had done to it earlier. Jack let out a yelp of pain, causing Goldmare's hand to flinch back. She eyed Jack with concern.
"Wh-what did he do to you?" She couldn't stop her voice from quivering. "Tell me what that bastard did to you!"
"I broke his wrist! That should be very much clear to you, you pathetic excuse for a nightmare!" Nightmare hollered while grabbing on to the table he tripped on to hoist himself up.
Goldmare growled. She took off her purple blazer and firmly wrapped it around Jack's broken wrist like a cast, making sure it wasn't too tight to stop the blood circulation. Her gaze went immediately to the gashes in Jack's side that were still lightly bleeding. Without hesitation she took off her white long sleeve shirt, leaving her in a lavender tank top, and held it gently to Jack's side. Jack winced at first but then relaxed to the feeling of cloth on cut flesh.
"I-I'm scared..." Jack whimpered and tried to bury himself into Goldmare's arms.
"Shh you're safe now, Jack. Goldmare's here, and she'll never leave your side."
"Goldmare, I-I can't s-see."
An adrenaline rush of worry swept over her. Before she could say anything more Nightmare wrapped his arm around her and yanked her back. Jack started hyperventilating when he couldn't feel Goldmare's hands holding on to his.
"G-Goldmare! D-don't leave me! P-pl-please don't leave me!"
"Don't you worry now," Goldmare said in the most sweet and comforting voice she could do at the moment while slamming her shoulders against Nightmare's stomach. "I'll be right back. I'm not leaving you." She managed to slip a hand free and punch a set of visible wires, causing Nightmare's servos to lock up. Goldmare stood up.
With a tick Nightmare's servos went back to normal. He glared at Goldmare and let out a unpleasant sound, like a rusty engine coming to life with a fit of growls. Goldmare heard Jack make a slight whimper. "Shh, it's alright now." She said while looking over her shoulder, not even acknowledging Nightmare's existence. Without giving any warning, Nightmare's hand swatted Goldmare's neck, causing her to slam on to the ground violently. Nightmare chuckled and slowly walked up to her. He placed a black foot on her head, preparing himself to kill the nuisance bear once and for all.
"Quit making a fool of yourself. I know what you really are. Stop lying to the boy by telling him he's going to be okay! You're dead now, Goldmare! And going into a stupid plush figure Wong save you this time!"
"He will be okay. I promised Jack that I'd be there for him. And I'm going to keep that promise. This is what I was meant to do. To give a friend's protection no matter who or what I am!" Goldmare couldn't quite make out what happened next, but everyone else could. Instead of slamming his foot down on her skull, he kicked it instead. Plushtrap stared in horror as black blood poured out of Goldmare's head.
Her vision became blurry. Yet she could still process the words around her; Jack calling out her name as if to see if she was okay, and Plushtrap yelling at Freddy to let him go and for Goldmare to get up. She could feel the rage and enters slowly drain out of her. The damage to her head made her feel weak and fatigued. She let her drooping eyes shut. And for the first time in forever, Goldmare finally got a flash back of it. It brought her serious nostalgia.
She was in the car with her parents, Jack, and Kevin. But this time she was different. She no longer had dull and golden hair anymore. It was its original dark brown. She had both of her eyes, none of which were the dark purple she had known for quite some time, but a luscious dark green, like a coniferous tree. Goldmare, or Chloe in this case, sat in between Kevin and Jack in the backseat. She was chatting to Jack about something and even though he pretended to be too cool to care, Kevin had a small grin on his face.
But the grin slowly turned to an expression of fear. The car. The dark blue-ish car was going fast. Too fast. The scene was straight out of a horror film. Their mother yelling "watch out!", Chloe's and Jack's gasp, the pitter pattering of rain drops on the windshield, and the screech of both cars; a metal collision; and then silence. Jack was left stunned as he saw his older sister with her arms around him, eyes permanently shut, and Kevin was left with a face of stone.
No, Goldmare thought to herself as the memory began fading away, not forever, just for the time being. Never again will I leave you alone in this world, Jack. I'll. Protect. You. From. The monsters! Her eyes opened quickly, almost looking like they had flashed and powered on. She stood up and wobbled a bit. The bleeding on her head stopped to a small leak of black blood and her head pounded like crazy. But she didn't care. She pushed it aside. Nightmare had no idea she was back on her feet. He knelt beside Jack and placed a hand on each side of his waist.
"Get ready for your funeral, kid. It's going to be a fun ride."
"Don't. Touch. My. Little. BROTHER!" Goldmare shrieked and pounced on to Nightmare. She started tearing away at all the parts of his metal form. She shredded his wires, bit his circuits, dented his gears, and ripped pieces and parts off his endoskeleton. Nightmare tried yanking her off his back, but there was no stopping her now. You mess with the kitty you get the claws.
"G-Goldmare stop! You're probably scaring Jack!" Plushtrap yelled as he nervously glanced from her to Jack. Goldmare didn't stop, though. She continued beating down the bear that was useless trash in her eyes while he put up q fight by slamming her into walls and clawing at her arms. With the commotion going on, no one heard the faint beeping that came from all the way in Jack's room. It was six. With a flash of black, Nightmare was gone. Plushtrap tried to process what was going on, but ended up falling on to the ground, a Freddy plush toy falling next to him. Plushtrap got started and jump and smacked the plush away from him. He quickly got up and ran over to Goldmare.
"Ya alright, Goldie? You took quite the beating." He said while tugging on the hem of her tank top.
"Shit!" Goldmare hissed through her deep breaths. "I was about to finish that fucker off!" She lifted her head up and turned to view Jack who looked in her direction. Tears rolled down his face while he coward in fear. He doesn't known what to be more scared of, Plushtrap thought while inspecting him, Goldmare or Nightmare.
Goldmare realized her mistake instantly. She shouldn't have gone all psycho on Nightmare while Jack was watching. She attacked him when she went ballistic on Fredbear. Of course the poor boy was scared of her at this point. She rushed over to him, ignoring the pain and pleads of her entire body to stop all action and to get rest. She crouched so she was eye level with Jack.
"G-G-Goldm-"
Goldmare reached out and scooped Jack up. She cautiously got back up and cradled Jack in her arms. "You're alright now, Jack. Everything's going to be fine. The mean bear is gone now. You can relax."
Jack let her words calm down his nerves. He never knew what an anxiety attack was, but he thought he understood one now. He still couldn't see properly, but managed to see the outline of Goldmare ripping and clawing Nightmare's outline. Goldmare gently rocked him. He could hear the rhythm of her heart beat.
Goldmare watched as unconsciousness consumed Jack. He passed out in the safest place he could be. She liked down at him and smiled. "Chloe's got you."
Plushtrap watched at a distance, wishing he was capable of doing the same thing she had done.