Foxys Pov: "How?!" I spat. Then Goldie teleports in my personal space,"Magic." He says. I look down,"Sorry. That was stupid." He only stares. I look back up. He was smirking. "What?!" I say, a tiny bit irritated. He only watches my gaze. I turn to his room. There were pictures pinned on the wall next to his bed. I walk to them. I take one off. I stare at it. "Whats this one?" I say uneasily.

Goldie smiled,"I dreamed that one last night. Ironic, isn't it?" I gulp. "Looks like you wanna-" "Kiss you. I always have." "How?" Goldie starts,"At 5 years old. I met you in my dreams, I thought you are imaginary. I lived with it. Every single time I slept. You are there. Every time I asked your name, you giggled. I got older and the dreams became more serious. Then, you show up."

Foxys pov: "Well your a great artist... I better get going." I pay his back. Where's Freddy?! I think. He's crazy. As I headed for the door, Goldie grabs me firmly,"Stay." He commands. I freeze. "Sit." I sit, obediently. "Be a good boy." I sit there.

Now what....