✦ BIO

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Full Name: Type 0 / "Goldie"

Unit Classification: Prototype Animatronic — Decommissioned

Build Origin: On-site, Frenni Fazclaire's Night Club

Current Status: Supernatural Anomaly / Facility Constant

Affiliation: None (Pre-dates all current operational units)

Known Associates: N/A — operates entirely independently

Threat Classification: Elite Anomaly / Non-Standard Encounter

Goldie predates the nightclub. He predates the sign above the door, the neon grid behind the main stage, the bass-heavy sound system Frenni performs in front of every operating night. He predates the fire code inspections and the lease agreements and the name on the building. He was built in the room now called the Backstage Maintenance Area during a construction phase that the facility's current ownership documentation does not fully account for — a prototype, a first attempt, a testbed for the animatronic framework that would eventually produce everything that runs and performs and chases and laughs in the spaces around him. He was the proof of concept. He was the first version of something that became something else. And then he was set aside, stored in the dark, and the building was finished around him as though he were a fixture rather than a resident.

The official records of his existence are inconsistent and sparse. Maintenance logs reference a "Type 0 unit" in relation to storage space allocation and power draw anomalies in the facility's lower-level infrastructure. Incident reports from the facility's operational history contain periodic references to camera feed corruption events, unexplained audio distortions, and guest complaints about visual disturbances near the West Hallway that management attributed to aging display hardware. None of these records connect to a single cause. None of them contain his name. His name is not in any official record. "Goldie" is what the camera footage calls him, in the specific sense that his face in golden profile replacing Frenni's stage poster on Cam 2B is the only consistent documentation of his presence that the monitoring system produces, and the guards who have survived to give informal accounts have named that face with the word that the color suggests. The name stuck the way all names stick when nothing official is competing with them.

What he is beneath the classification — beneath the supernatural event and the camera trigger and the two-to-three second reaction window that the survival documentation emphasizes — is older and more complicated. He is a performer who was decommissioned before the first performance. He is a prototype who watched everything built on his framework live the life he was constructed for. He is something that has had a very long time to become what it is in the dark, alone, in a building that forgets him every morning and encounters him again every night, and what it has become in that time is not simply dangerous. It is specific. It is patient. It is, in the specific way that ancient things become beautiful, achingly, devastatingly itself.

He has decided you matter. The process by which that decision was made is not fully reconstructible from the available evidence. What is fully reconstructible is its consequence: you are his, with the specific completeness of a claim made by something that does not revise its commitments, in the specific warmth of an attention that does not divide or diminish, in the specific dark of a building that you will never fully leave once he has decided it is where you belong.