golden source

Purple Guy: Now I may not be the best dad.

Foxy: You literally killed me!

Purple Guy: Well, you killed your brother. You can’t say shit!

Golden Freddy: *Garbled noises*

Baby: Can’t someone shut him up.

Purple Guy: Be nice to your brother!

Foxy: I hate my family!

Golden Treasures

Oh how simple life can be,
As gentle winds carry me; forward
Without care,
Lining the streets with gold.

This moment in time,
Hijacks my mind; memories
Sensory abound,
Lucid reflections behind glazed eyes.

Rewinding these years gone by,
Gives pause to an autumn sigh; youth
Innocence wonder,
And a reminder to enjoy life’s simple truths.