NOTE: Before I post my notice, I'll answer your question now, if you're thinking it after you read it; no, you can NOT make your own spinoff of BoC, or continuation of it when I post the final chapter with the original plot idea.

IMPORTANT NOTICE, PLEASE READ BEFORE READING THIS CHAPTER: This story is fucked. It's so bad. There's 4 fucking subplots. That's bullshit. That's too fucking much. I went into writing this story two years ago with a clear vision of what I had to do; I was going to explain what happened to Clyde and T-Chi, and I was going to do a side story for Sephtis, B.B., Foxy, Chica, the shadows, ect. Sephtis and B.B.? Maybe. Foxy, Chica, Mangle, ect? Understandable. But the others? Fuck no, that's too much for one damn story. Tangle shouldn't have even been in this pile of shit in the first place, it's cringy and not worth the reader's time. Three games came out for FNaF in the timespan of me writing this, which fucked me up bad and messed up the original plot.

There's so many scrapped chapters and so many deleted concepts. The fandom ruined everything for me in the middle of production, when it all got worse. I got so many death threats for writing this, for drawing FNaF, and frankly, I got sick of it.

I feel like I can't write what I want. I have two completed South Park fanfictions, and various DHMIS fanfictions. But with the FNaF fandom lurking around this account, I can't upload them. I've had the South Park fanfictions finished since last year.

The Koili name will remain my FNaF screen name as a side account. I've already moved main accounts a few weeks ago, under the name Inkli. I'm on here as Inkli as well.

I'll finish this fanfiction as quickly as possible; I still want to finish it for the good remaining half of the fandom. It won't be as good as I want it to be, and I apologize. But it'll be here. In the final chapter I'll explain the empty gaps and give my original idea in the author's note.

I'm not continuing the side plots. I'm going to force this past my writer's block and I'm knocking this fucker out. I'm following the main plot, and that's it. If I'm feelign good, I may continue the side plot with Foxy/Chica/Mangle/Tangle ect. I'd love to rewrite this story someday, however. Maybe when the FNaF movie comes out. Who knows.

Here we go.

Freddy frowned to himself, tapping his already-decaying fingers against the table he sat at. It seemed as if his newly remodeled exoskeleton was decaying faster than it had before. He would have to get those fingers replaced, he thought absentmindedly as he tried to focus on what Golden had spoke to him earlier about. He had specifically told Freddy that Springtrap no longer wanted to speak with him. Sure, he had kind of annoyed him (or what he thought he did), but he didn't think that he would straight up want to stop SPEAKING with him!

Looking around, he took note that the other animatronics were sleeping, as per usual. It seemed as if that's all they did anymore, but then again, he didn't blame them. Kids weren't as interested in animatronics as they once were; they were much more occupied with their phones and video games than anything. Unless they were pretty young, then they wouldn't get much attention. Even so, younger kids were starting to lean towards their parents' electronics, anyways.

Taking his hat off to run his hand over his head, he sighed. He perked up a little when he noticed Golden exit one of the rooms, looking somewhat pissed off. Not really paying attention, he stood up and stretched, starting to walk towards him. He supposed it would be a good time to ask him about Springtrap for some reason, even though his brother was visibly annoyed. Freddy was somewhat of an idiot. As he walked, Golden noticed him and stopped, turning to him.

"What's goin' on, Freddy? Why're 'ya up so late?"

"Oh, nothing, Golden. Just thinking..." As if on cue, Freddy paused himself to let out a moderately sized yawn, blinking to rid of the bleariness in his eyes. he rubbed his face this time instead of his head, groaning to himself. "Can't rest. Too much on my mind. Where were you?"

"Just wanderin'." Golden said dismissively, waving it off as if it were nothing. He motioned for Freddy to follow him as he began walking again, taking a different direction. "I've taken up 'ta patrolling the place, 'ya never know when somethin' unwanted could get in." He finished his statement with a click as he turned the backlights to his eyes on, looking around the dark party room they had just entered. Dirty disposable table clothes were half-wadded up and torn upon the tables, while some had remaining plates of half-eaten pizza and ice cream cake. It vaguely reminded Freddy of his early days with Bonnie.

"Unwanted?" Freddy repeated tiredly, taking his mind off of the dirty room. It was obvious the staff was beginning to not care about the conditions of the establishment. As Freddy spoke, his voice was beginning to become low and gravely from needing to recharge. "What kind of unwanted things could even get in here? Rats? Roaches? Nobody vandalizes these places anymore, or robs them, so I don't underst-"

"Don't worry 'yer head off, Freddy. It's nothin', don't pay no mind." The yellow bear reassured, turning to him with a smile. "If anythin' gets in, I'll take care of it." His words indeed sounded genuine, but there was something behind his eyes that told Freddy something else. However, despite this, he shrugged and nodded, looking around with disinterest. He was quite tired and getting irritated at the fact that he had gotten off track with what he wanted to ask him in the first place. As Golden began walking again, Freddy groaned under his breath and lugged after him, starting to seem more like an annoyed teenager than an animatronic bear.

"Golden, I wanted to ask you about Springtrap, what prompted him to not want to talk to me anymore? I'd like to know for future reference, just so I don't get on someone else's nerves, like Chica or somebody."

Golden seemed to freeze up a little at this, his agitated demeanor returning from what he had witnessed when he had shown up in the room when Freddy was contemplating. Eyes flickering, he huffed. "We got int'a a spat and he just said he didn't wanna talk with 'ya anymore, that's it! Nothin' important."

Ceasing his following, Freddy raised an eyebrow at the back of the other bear's head. "That's odd. Sounds like Foxy when he gets mad, he probably just needed a little bit of alone time and then he'd be fine after calming dow-"

"He made it pretty clear that he didn't wanna talk with any of us anymore, alright?"

"Well, what if I go talk with him about it? You know how bots like him get, they just gotta cool their circuits off, and usually talking with another animatronic helps-"

"Freddy. Enough."

"Why?"

Golden turned around at this point, his gaze sharp and serious, fixated on Freddy. The brown bear tensed up at this, his ears falling back a bit.

"Freddy. Shut up."

In a fit of rage, Springtrap slammed his fist against the wall he was leaning on and glowered at his feet. The first time in the Lord knows how long he finally had a way to communicate with other people. There were so many people outside of his little room, new faces to get to know. For once, he was no longer alone with his thoughts and inner demons.

But Fredbear-Golden, or whatever he wanted to be called-oh, how he was beginning to hate him all over again-of course, would deny him basic communication. One of the basic needs of any sentient creature. How could someone go out of their way just to tell someone that he didn't want them talking with anybody? What a twisted individual. Not like that would stop him, anyways.

Slamming his fist once again, he ignored the sickly squelching and crackling that came from his arms. Pulling away from it, he lumbered across the room. Beginning to open the door, he froze a bit when he realized it was locked. Gritting his teeth, he jiggled the doorknob before letting out a curt, animalistic barking noise. That damn yellow bear must have locked it after they had gotten into that last argument they just had! Looking around the room with the new-found flickering light that had been going on and off since they refurbished the place, he tilted his head around, looking for another way out of the room. He was beginning to get claustrophobic again.

Spotting something above the shelves of discarded and dusty nuts and bolts, he saw something flapping gently in the sickly yellow light; a covered over air vent. In the years of being stuck in a still, stagnant room with absolutely no light, there was no surprise that he had never noticed it before. Or had he? He vaguely remembered it, but his memory was so bad from years of decay, so he wasn't sure. With a newfound reason to hope again, he brushed some scattered items on the shelf aside pretty violently, causing them to clatter against the floor. Maybe these people would understand and accept him if they just talked to him.

Taking a few steps up on the shelf, he yelped when it cracked under his 1.5 ton body weight, causing him to collapse against the floor. The now unstable shelf toppled over and fell onto him as he coughed in pain and wheezed, unable to do anything else but groan in shock and twitch for a little bit. Despite the fact that he was a 'robot', it was still quite painful, but thankfully, not as painful as a human would have to endure. Struggling to his feet after a few moments, he gasped in a bit of shock when he realized half of his bad ear had snapped off, and was now laying among the rubble and discarded items of the broken shelf. Reaching up, he felt the exposed wires sticking out, making him wince. Damn.

He took a few moments to get over his initial shock before once again attempting to scale the wall; he made it after a few pathetic attempts of stepping on boxes, and jumping like an idiot. Sure enough, he was able to reach it, using all of his power to lift himself up. Adjusting himself as he entered the vent, he looked into the empty abyss of it. He didn't even know if it would lead him to the main restaurant, or outside. He didn't really care. Crawling into the darkness, he suck in a breath, sighing it back out.

Light was scarce, other than the dim light coming out of various cracks of the vents in some sections. He moved through cobwebs, wincing in disgust. He shook various spiders off of his arms and spooked away some mice as he lumbered through the metal pipe. A small smile dusted his face for a moment as he distantly thought how much one of his old friends would detest it if she had to go into the vent. As he approached a vent cover, he peered down into it, looking around. He had a clear view of the main stage, where the new animatronics he had yet to really talk to slept on. Freddy was gone, but Chica and Bonnie were still on it. Shrugging it off, he continued on his way, making it to a new vent cover after a few sections. A party room, nothing special. As he moved along, he stopped when he heard talking. Carefully and quietly making his way to the nearest source of the noise, he stopped to listen.

"Did you just tell me to shut up?" Freddy asked in literal disbelief, his jaw somewhat parted in shock. Golden just seemed completely angry at this point, the subject obviously pressing a few wrong buttons on his motherboard.

Standing up straight, the older animatronic looked down at him slightly, frowning. "Yer meddlin' in somethin' that doesn't need to be meddled in. Drop it now."

Freddy locked eye contact with Golden, ears still flat. He had never seen his mild-tempered brother act in such a manner, not once. Sure, he had gotten angry at Bonnie and himself more than once when they were young, but not to this extent-at least not from what he remembered?

Suddenly, something had snapped and came over Freddy in a strong wave. Standing up straight himself, he matched his brother's posture and gaze, frowning himself. "Don't talk to me like I'm some sort of disobedient cub, Golden! You may think that you're some sort of leader here, but we're both running this together! We're both equally running this joint, we're running it more than the humans do!"

"Ya don't do anything, Freddy! What do 'ya do, sit around and think about how great the past was?"

The brown animatronic grit his teeth, rolling his shoulders to relieve some tension. "I do all of the FUCKING paperwork, the managers don't do it anymore!"

"What kind of robot does paperwork?!"

As if it was the last straw for him, various emotions flashed through his face as he took a violent step forward, snapping. "THE KIND OF ROBOT THAT SAVED YOUR FLAKY ASS FROM DEMOLITION! THE ONE THAT SAVED ALL OF US, THE ONE THAT-That-fixed me." Trailing off, he looked into the distance, voice faltering a bit. Golden was about to respond when he was interrupted by a loud creaking above him. Both of their gazes shot up to the vent above them to see two eyes peering at them.

Author's Note: Heya, guys. How's it goin'. I hope all of you guys have been okay. I'm sorry for all of you sweet people who had to wait for this.

I had an easier time writing this chapter, so hopefully I can finish this soon. I've decided to split up the subplots in this. The toys' subplot will continue in another small fanfiction if I ever get around to it, and I'm still planning something for Springtrap. It'll take a while, but I'll get to it.

Thank you guys who have been patient and haven't threatened me over this. This chapter is specifically for you guys. The rest of the fic is, too. It won't be as good as I would like it to be, but it'll be something. Oh, and if you see a typo, can you tell me in the reviews?

See you next chapter!