A/N: Sorry for another author's note, but this is important. Springtrap Prime will be using what I wrote of the original SSSfM, and they have my express and written permission to do so. They are not stealing anything, they approached me and asked permission, and I have given it. Just wanted to make that clear, thank you!

Edmund Roberts?

There were several moments of tense silence before Spring gave a jerky nod. "Yes," he added, his voice suddenly, uncharacteristically cold.

Roberts? Goldie's mind just sort of blanked out; wasn't it Franks?

Edmund Franks?

"I remember Edmund," Mr. Fazbear muttered, looking towards the portrait again. "Talented musician, big plans. Was a lot of talk, but at least he had the drive to support it. I wonder whatever happened to him after graduation..."

"How do you know Edmund Roberts, anyway?" Mrs. Fazbear suddenly asked, looking at Spring strangely.

"Mom, dad," Goldie started, but Spring cut him off with, "I'm his son."

The silence was rather awkward; Spring's flat, clipped tone clearly said 'this conversation is becoming dangerous and I'm going to pitch a fit if you keep at it' and Goldie seriously wanted to tell his parents to drop it.

Unfortunately, the Fazbear parents tended to disregard other people's comfort. "Ah, so he did marry that Elaine girl after all," Mrs. Fazbear hummed, sharing a displeased look with her husband. "A shame, really."

Instantly Spring's ears flattened and his jaw tightened, eyes narrowing at the Fazbears. Oh no. Goldie had seen him distraught and mad, but he really didn't want to see him angry. And, from what he knew about Spring's relationship with his parents, insulting his mother was not a good idea.

"What's so wrong about that?" Spring questioned, his tone very clearly stating that there is a wrong answer to the question.

The fact that the question was being asked in the first place was bad enough.

"Oh, Elaine Franks," Mr. Fazbear sighed and shook his head, completely ignoring Spring's tone. "She's the one who advocated for equal rights for cross-special relationships, isn't she? Held a rally every year."

Goldie looked desperately towards his brothers for help, but both of them looked as helpless as he felt. None of them could shut their parents up and they knew it.

"There's nothing wrong with cross-special relationships," Spring grit out between clenched teeth, watching Goldie's parents with what Goldie could only describe as a hostile gaze. This is going horribly. And here I thought they could remain somewhat okay.

"And she's passed it on to you," Mrs. Fazbear sighed. "What a shame. I take it she's still advocating for equal rights? Probably dragged her husband into it, too. Disgusting."

"Mother," Freddy started, but she continued speaking anyway, completely ignoring her favoured son.

"And I wonder how many kids she had. Hm? Well, how many? She always said she wanted many, typical of rabbits- ironic, isn't it, that she'd want six or seven when she's advocating against stereotypes and such," she added with a scoff, rolling her eyes.

Spring growled.

"Mom, dad, that's enough!" Goldie hissed, stepping towards them. "You don't even know what you're talking about. Twenty years is a hell of a long time."

"Language, Frederick," Mr. Fazbear immediately admonished. "And clearly nothing's changed, if their son is anything to go by. Why, maybe we should-"

"They're dead."

Goldie winced at the hiss and glanced over at Spring. He was glaring harshly at the Fazbear parents, both of whom immediately fell silent at the words. "For your information," Spring started, his voice wavering slightly with barely-contained rage, "Elaine and Edmund Franks died five years ago. Thank you for talking trash about my dead parents to me."

With that, the golden rabbit turned on his heel and stalked over to the door. He threw one last glare back at Mr. and Mrs. Fazbear and said, "Goldie is right, you don't know anything." He yanked the door open, careless of the charcoal getting on the silver knob, and with no regard to the sleeping human in the dorm, he slammed it behind him.

The bears all winced.

The silence in the room was heavy. For a moment, Goldie hopes his parents understood what they just did.

"That kid needs an attitude adjustment."

Well there goes that.

"What?!" Alfred immediately shrieked, whipping around to stare at their parents. "An attitude adjustment?! You just insulted his parents to his face, and then you insulted his beliefs! And you're not even apologetic about talking ill of the dead?! What the fuck do you mean he needs an attitude adjustment?!"

"Alfred," Mr. Fazbear started warningly, eying the youngest triplet. Goldie had a bad feeling and quickly walked back over to them. He wanted to keep Alfred from doing anything... dangerous.

"No!" Alfred continued, either unaware or uncaring of the danger he was putting himself in. "No, I've had it up to here with you two! You could at least pretend you feel bad! At least pretend their lives meant anything at all to you!"

Goldie looked at Freddy, who looked back at him with wide eyes. One thing could easily be said about this moment; oh shit.

Alfred was upset and their parents were... not happy, to say the least. To make matters worse, neither Goldie nor Freddy knew what to do.

"Don't take that tone with us!" Mrs. Fazbear hissed, stepping towards the rosy-furred bear. "We're your parents-"

"Then why don't you fucking act like it!"

Before either of the elder brothers could react, Mrs. Fazbear had raised her hand and smacked Alfred right across the face, her neatly-trimmed claws leaving clear, thin marks on his cheek.

The silence that fell right then was shocked; despite everything, their parents had never laid a hand on any of them. Even Mr. and Mrs. Fazbear seemed shocked at the action.

However, none of the triplets felt betrayed. Surprised, yes. Hurt, yes. Angry, yes. But betrayed?

No.

"I-I," Mrs. Fazbear started, staring in wide-eyed horror at the youngest triplet. "I didn't-"

"Save it," Alfred hissed, lifting his hand to cover the thin, bleeding cuts, and he backed away from them, glaring. "There's nothing you can say to take it back now. You can't take anything back." And then he was gone out the door, letting it slam into the wall as he threw it open.

He didn't bother closing it again, leaving it wide open for the world to see.

"I didn't mean to," Mrs. Fazbear started, turning to Freddy, but Freddy wouldn't even look at her.

"You hit my brother," he muttered, tone cold. "That's low even for you."

Then even Freddy turned and walked out the open door, and Goldie knew he was going after Alfred.

Goldie just watched the entire scene, feeling cold. He was angry, of course- he was livid, his mother had just hit his little brother after all- but he felt cold and numb.

Behind him, he could hear the door to Alfred and Marion's room open.

"Sorry," he said instinctively, catching his parents' attention. However, he turned his head away to look over his shoulder towards Marion, who was standing there with a frown, hair in disarray. "For waking you, that is."

"It seems like tempers are high," Marion hummed, looking at Goldie's parents with distaste. "Alfred did warn me."

"Who are you?" Mr. Fazbear questioned, scowling. He was obviously displeased by the human's presence.

"Alfred's roommate," was Marion's simple answer. He didn't offer a name or anything else. "It's irreparable, but perhaps, Frederick, you can still help."

"I know," Goldie muttered, looking back towards his parents. "I need to find my brothers and friend. Try to lessen the damage you two did. If you'd please get out of our dorm, I'd appreciate it. You're not welcome in here." With that said, he swept right past his shocked parents and out the door.

He had a feeling his parents didn't think that Goldie and Freddy would take Alfred's side.

As childish as Alfred's outburst had been, though, he had a point. They were already stressed by their parents visiting in the first place, add on top of that everything else that just happened...

Goldie sighed and took the stairs two at a time, ignoring his father calling his name, and headed out the front door, looking left and right. He already knew where Spring would be- or, he knew a few places he might be- but he needed to check on his brother.

It didn't take long for him to spot Alfred and Freddy, sitting by the trees separating the two dormhouses. However, he didn't approach them; Chica, Bonnie, Bonsai, and Chick were already sitting with them, Bonsai helping him with the clawmarks on his face.

After a few moments of observing this, he moved towards them. Even if he knew Alfred had all the support he needed, Goldie was the oldest brother- he needed to make sure his brothers were alright.

Alfred glanced up at him as he approached. "Did we wake Marion?" the youngest triplet asked, guilt seeping into his tone.

"It's not either of your faults," Goldie immediately answered, sitting down next to him. "They shouldn't have done that."

"No shit," Freddy growled, turning away. If Goldie thought he himself was livid, then he had no idea how to describe Freddy. Freddy, normally the calm, collected one who kept his head- except when Foxy drops spaghetti on him- under high stress, looked like he was about ready to murder someone.

"What exactly happened?" Bonnie asked, looking at Goldie in concern.

Taking in a breath to calm his racing heart, he summarized, "As it turns out, our parents knew Spring's parents. They didn't like his mom, said some insensitive shit right to Spring's face, and Spring informed them that his parents were dead and stormed out. Then mom said he needed an attitude adjustment and Alfred flipped out. Can't say I blame him, though- dammit, why are they such pieces of garbage?" he groaned, tugging at his ears in frustration. "And they still don't see what they did was wrong. Well, I think they know hitting Alfred was too far, but-"

"Hitting Alfred?" Bonsai parroted, looking at Goldie with narrowed eyes. "You mean one of those fuckbags did this to their own son?"

"I take it Alfred didn't mention that, huh," Goldie muttered, glancing at his brothers.

"Alfred and Freddy didn't tell us anything," Chica sighed, turning to her friends with a soft frown. "I'm sorry..."

"It's fine," Alfred mumbled, averting his eyes. "I shouldn't be surprised."

Goldie glanced towards the lake and the art studio on the other side. "Guys," he started as he stood up again, "I'm gonna go find Spring. He was really upset..."

"We'll catch up with you later," Bonnie assured him as the others all just nodded in understanding. Bonnie's tone was clipped; he was angry, too. Of course, that was no surprise at all. Bonnie had been at odds with the Fazbear parents from day one, and his own parents since long before. This was just another reason for him to hate them.

With a nod, Goldie headed off towards the lake, but then... he had a thought.

Does Spring draw when he's upset?

Truth be told, he didn't know. It seemed like something the normally-timid rabbit might do when stressed or upset; just get lost in drawing, the same way Goldie got lost in his music.

However, when a person was upset, they usually went to someone they trusted- someone who they could let their guard down around, someone with whom they could be alone. The art studio... was not a place you could be alone.

His eyes trailed over to the music building. Several seconds of silent debate passed by before he made up his mind, turning in that direction instead and making his way there, a specific destination in mind; Hugh Garrett's office.

Not many people were in the music building on a Sunday, the only exceptions being the junior and senior students who needed the studio. However, the studios were upstairs while Mr. Hugh's office was on the ground floor, so anyone in the building was nowhere near said office.

When he entered the building, he made a beeline for his instructor's office, keeping his eyes up and mumbling pleasant greetings to any of the other teachers he passed along the way. When he reached his desired location, he paused outside the door, which was shut tight. There was a light visible under the door, though, which told him that Mr. Hugh was in at the very least.

With a glance around, Goldie knocked softly on the office door. A moment or two passed before it opened, the yellow wolf standing there looking somewhat irritated. However, he didn't look irritated at Goldie's presence.

"Mr. Fazbear," he started, blinking in surprise. He put on his best imitation of a smile, but his twitching left ear and tight grip on the door gave him away. "Did you need something?"

"Ah... I was just wondering if you've seen Spring," Goldie told him, rubbing his arm nervously. He wasn't really afraid of the wolf, but now armed with the knowledge that Hugh Garrett was Natalie Roberts' husband, and Natalie Roberts was Edmund Franks' sister... and Edmund Franks was Spring's father... making this wolf Spring's uncle... he wasn't exactly sure how well the wolf would receive him if he knew what Goldie's parents had just done.

"Ah..." Mr. Hugh frowned slightly, glancing back over his shoulder. It confirmed Goldie's suspicions; Spring had gone to his uncle. It was kind of sweet, Goldie mused, that even as an adult Spring knew he could rely on his uncle for support when he needed it.

Especially considering Goldie couldn't even rely on his own parents when he was a child.

"I'm sorry," Mr. Hugh started, "but he isn't-"

"It's fine," Spring's voice interrupted from behind Hugh. "He's fine..."

Mr. Hugh seemed to hesitate before shrugging and stepping aside, allowing Goldie to enter the office. Of course, Goldie was no stranger to Mr. Hugh's office- he'd been there just a few days before, after all- but he'd never actually been there for more than a few seconds. He'd never really had any reason to visit the wolf's office.

It was a simple office, really; a desk, a chair behind it, with a computer and some papers sitting on top. A file cabinet sat in the corner and there was even a microwave sitting on top of it. Two chairs sat in front of the desk, and the familiar golden rabbit was curled up in the one next to the wall, a mug in hand. Whatever he was drinking was clearly warm, which didn't make sense to Goldie with it being mid-August... but he wasn't about to question it.

Spring eyed Goldie over the rim of his cup as he stepped in, and Mr. Hugh closed the door behind him. Goldie gave Spring an awkward smile before saying, "I'm... sorry about earlier. I didn't know..."

"It's not your fault," Spring told him, looking back at his cup. "Sit down, you look awkward just standing there."

I feel awkward, too.

Instead of voicing this, he went over to the third seat and sat down. Mr. Hugh glanced at him. "You knew Spring was here, didn't you?"

"I, uh, had a hunch," Goldie mumbled, glancing over at his roommate. This close, he could tell that the drink was hot chocolate. Where the rabbit got hot chocolate from Goldie would never be able to guess, but he was at least half sure Mr. Hugh had something to do with it. Speaking of...

He wasn't really sure how to act with Mr. Hugh there, especially considering how obvious Mr. Hugh made it that he was not happy. Goldie couldn't blame him.

"I know you said your parents were terrible," Spring spoke up quietly, eyes trained on his drink, "but I wasn't expecting that."

"I wasn't either," Goldie admitted guiltily, glancing aside. "Hard to believe they're even worse than I've thought, huh?"

"You didn't... mention that they opposed cross-special relationships."

With a small cringe he glanced over at the rabbit, unsure of how to respond. Spring kept his own eyes on his drink, but his grip on the mug was tight. Tense. Goldie knew he had to watch his words. He averted his eyes towards the floor. "My parents," he started carefully, "are against a lot of things. Cross-special relationships, humans and Animals living together, same-sex relationships, pretty much anything non-traditional..." he let his voice trail off, not wanting to look at his teacher or friend.

He could hear Spring shifting in his seat next to him. "I think I understand why you three don't like them now."

"Trust me, we like them even less now," Goldie snorted derisively, glancing back towards Spring. "They said you needed an attitude adjustment and Alfred completely flipped out on them."

"An attitude adjustment? Me?" Spring raised a brow. "Hello pot, I'm kettle."

Goldie wanted to laugh but he didn't feel able to. His heart was still beating much too fast, anger still boiling in his chest, but he still felt too numb to let it out. "My parents aren't very understanding..."

A few moments of silence passed, and in those seconds Goldie remembered that Mr. Hugh was still there, just watching them. When Goldie glanced towards him, he wore a strange, unreadable expression on his face as he watched the two golden-furred Animals converse. If Goldie didn't know any better, he'd say the wolf looked like he knew something.

"Did I wake Marion?" Spring suddenly asked, his voice quiet and guilty.

Turning his attention back to his friend, Goldie answered with, "It was more likely what happened after you left that woke him up." Of course, the slamming door probably did wake Marion, but it would definitely have been Alfred's yelling which prompted him out of bed...

"And what was that?" Spring questioned, worry lacing his tone.

"Alfred started yelling and our mom slapped him, claws and all," Goldie muttered, glancing away again. "And he stormed out too. Like I told Alfred, it wasn't your fault."

"Have they always been like that?" Spring asked hesitantly. Goldie's ears twitched and he frowned slightly. He knew what Spring was really asking.

"They've always been self-absorbed assholes but this is the first time they've ever hit one of us," he assured the rabbit. "They're lucky they're our parents, pretty sure Freddy was a hair trigger from attacking them..." As if Goldie himself wasn't. In fact, he really wanted to hit one of them.

But that wasn't right. That would make him as bad as them, after all.

"They're everything my mom and dad hated," Spring sighed, swishing the liquid in his cup around. Goldie wasn't sure if he'd even taken a sip of the sweet liquid since he'd entered the room. "Everything they were against..."

"I know," Goldie nodded, glancing towards Mr. Hugh. "I could tell."

Mr. Hugh hummed quietly and tapped a pen against his desk, leaning on his hand. "You're talking about Frederick and Marjorie Fazbear, correct?" he questioned, and Goldie could only nod a confirmation. Mr. Hugh sighed and glanced towards the ceiling. "They never did like Eddie or Elaine, no. Respected Eddie, but took every chance they could to publically humiliate Elaine for her political and ethical leanings." Then Mr. Hugh snorted, as though remembering something funny. It was a bitter sound, though, so maybe it was more a pathetic memory than funny. "They never succeeded, of course. Elaine was a strong woman, always stood her ground and never wavered without solid proof that she was wrong. It's what Eddie loved about her- more than everything else he loved about her anyway."

Spring ran his finger along the rim of his mug, frowning slightly in thought. "I didn't know mom was an advocate."

"That's because there were other things to worry about," Mr. Hugh told Spring gently, glancing towards Goldie now. "No matter their beliefs, you and Dante came first."

Hearing Mr. Hugh talk about Spring's parents, so fond and full of admiration, almost made Goldie sad that he never got a chance to meet them. They sound like good people.

No one's flawless, of course. He was sure there were some mistakes they made, but mistakes didn't mean someone wasn't a good person. It was nice that they were being remembered for the good they did, though. It was also nice to hear Spring speak openly about his parents, but... it was... odd that Spring wouldn't know something like that about his own mother.

Then again, not a lot of people knew what their parents did in their youth until years later.

"I know," Spring finally voiced, soft and quiet. "We're why they decided not to have more children, after all..."

"You don't need to blame yourself for that, Sunny Dee. That was their choice. And as it turned out... maybe it was the best choice they could have made."

Spring looked away from his uncle and Goldie frowned slightly, confused. For a moment he considered not asking, but the uncle and nephew were openly speaking about it in front of him, so...

"I know it's not really any of my business..." Goldie started, glancing at his friend unsurely, "but what do you mean by that?"

Spring and Mr. Hugh shared a look with one another and the rabbit fidgeted with his drink. Goldie expected either no answer or for Mr. Hugh to answer, but to his surprise Spring looked at him and said, "After the accident, my parents chose not to have more children. Five years later, they died." Quickly, Spring averted his green eyes, tightening his hold on his cup. "If they had had more children, then..."

He understood.

"Oh... right..." Goldie glanced aside, frowning. Neither Mr. Hugh nor Spring were saying what happened to them, so clearly that was still out of bounds. It didn't matter, though; Goldie would never ask something like that, especially if it'd only been five years.

Five years ago, Spring was sixteen...

The thought just randomly popped into his head and he furrowed his brow, trying to figure out why that was so... significant. Why is that important?

It wasn't the first time Spring had told him about something... something when he was sixteen...

"Durrel; Sing, My Sweet Songbird..."

"That was a gift for my sixteenth birthday..."

Oh. The box was possibly the last thing they gave him before they died. The last piece of his life before their death, back when things were normal.

Of course the box would have been a touchy subject.

"Oh," he mumbled, glancing back towards his roommate. Spring didn't look up from his cup. "I think I understand..."

Spring glanced towards him, his green eyes reflecting something that Goldie just couldn't identify, and then he looked away again. "I think you do," he agreed. This time, when the silence fell, none of them tried to break it.

It wasn't comfortable, but it wasn't suffocating either.

It just... was.