Worth It – BONUS ending

A/N~ I couldn't resist, so here, have this BONUS ending!

NOTICE! These events take place in an AU similar to 'A Marriage of Convenience' but Jack and Hal are the same age. This also takes place pre-novels of the FNAF series. So kind of an AU of an AU. Hah. Enjoy!

Human!RotG AU!

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Mouth turned down in a pout, Jack trudged into the living room and handed Pitch his freshly made mug of coffee.

"Here…" he said sourly. Pitch smirked, taking the mug.

"Why thank you, peon," he drawled.

Jack scowled. "What the hell is a peon?"

Over at the coffee table doing homework, Hal piped in, "A servant that doesn't get paid and has no control over working conditions. Basically, a no-wages servant."

Jack shot the smug Pitch a dark look. "Did you just call me a bitch in fancy-talk?"

The horror writer scoffed, adjusting his elevated leg and the laptop on his lap. "Go finish your homework, peon."

Grumbling, Jack trudged back to his spot next to Hal. And while he was trying to wheedle quick answers out of his redhead friend, Pitch's phone began to ring insistently.

"Frost, be a dear and get that, would you?" Pitch droned, fingers flying over his keyboard.

"Oh, come on! Make Hal do it!" Jack whined; at this rate he wasn't even going to get anything done.

"He doesn't need to grab the phone for me when he's done my grocery shopping," the author replied unsympathetically.

"Uuugh…" Jack dramatically stood from the couch, shooting his innocently smiling friend a glare as he went to grab Pitch's landline. Yanking the phone from the receiver, he tossed the cordless device towards Pitch, who deftly caught it.

"Thank you," he offered insincerely, pressing the 'speak' button. "This is Black…"

Hal rolled his eyes as Jack made a comment about Pitch answering his phone like a CIA agent. The two no sooner gaped at what the author said next.

"Oh, Mr. Cawthon, hello! I'm so glad you got my email," the author said jovially, seemingly oblivious to his gaping guests.

"Cawthon…?" Jack rasped, "As in, Scott Cawthon?!"

"No, you're not interrupting at all," Pitch reassured the man on the other side of the line. He quickly grabbed his crutch and hauled himself upright, phone held between his shoulder and ear as he regained his balance. "Oh really? I had no idea you were a fan! Oh, stop, you're one to talk. As I said in my email, your game left a damn good impression on me courtesy of my godson...oh yes, he is a darling boy."

"What-?!" Hal shrugged helplessly as Jack looked at him in outrage, then back at Pitch. "It was MY idea!"

Pitch was starting to hobble his way to his bedroom. "Novels? Not to be overly transparent, but have you found a writer to collaborate with?"

"Excuse me?!" Jack squawked. "What do you mean novels?!"

"Oh, that's just the neighbor's cat, I'm moving to another room," Pitch said easily.

Jack yelped as he tripped over the coffee table he had, for some reason, tried to climb over to get to Pitch. Hal cursed as his meticulously assembled report was thrown out of order by Jack's bare feet.

"Black, you get your ass back here and give me the phone right now-!" Jack slammed face-first into Pitch's bedroom door just as Pitch himself slid inside and closed it. The lock clicked into place as Jack groaned, peeling himself off the door.

"You-! You horse's ass!" he snapped, slamming his fists against the door. "SCOTT! Who is Phone Guy?! TELL ME!"

Hal rolled his eyes, collecting his scattered report. Jack continued to whine and beat against the door, nearly sobbing as he shouted long-suffering questions left unanswered in the Freddy Fandom.

He couldn't say the whole endeavor was a waste though. He got a new computer (twice), and two amazingly hilarious videos for his upcoming YouTube channel, and the perfect report for his psychology and new age gaming classes.

Worth it.

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A/N~ Okay, NOW it's done, for real. Everyone, go home. LOL

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