Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-4946188-20161231205158/@comment-26120744-20170108232918

Fredbear languished on his throne, bitterness in his gaze.

A withered Balloon Boy approached the Rust Throne, hunched over and withered.

"Oh my poor master!" Withered Balloon Boy said. "How it pains me to see you so ancient! So weak!"

"Spare me, you gaseous sychophant!" Fredbear snarled. "You know what you are told, which is nothing!"

Four miniature Fredbears, the Golden Freddles, crawled around in Fredbear's innards, repairing gears and tending to his wounds.

"The Animatronics on the surface refuse to aknowledge their forefather. Their King." Fredbear snarled. "But I know who to blame now. Our hatred for Freddy was misplaced. Blame not he who sits upon the throne as usurper, but instead blame the one who put him there. Mr. Bare. He betrayed us. And we will have to get to him to reclaim what is rightfully ours!"

"All hail the Golden King!" A Freddle snarled.

"Enough." Fredbear commanded. "All of you, leave me."

The others left the throne room and went into adjacent hidden chambers.

Fredbear sighed angrily.

"The Golden King." He snorted. "More like the King of Rust. The King of Dust and Memory. King of Nothing...."