Yo! Back with the first chapter, and, as promised, this one is much longer then the prologue.
I don't really have anything else to say here, so enjoy the chapter!
"Hope those new suits Goldie got work," Bonnie said conversationally, lifting his head up from his plate.
They all nodded in agreement, and Freddy said, "He said they would." Chicka was the only one who nodded at that, and they all started to finish eating their "delicious" pizza ("I put extra cheese!" Chicka had said).
Freddy heard Foxy murmur "I doubt it," making him sigh. Here we go again. He stood up as Foxy rolled his eyes.
"Alright, now I know my brother is an asshole, but he looks out for us," he announced more to the group then to just Foxy. "I know I say this a lot, but it's true."
"Hard to believe," Bonnie murmured, and Foxy nodded in agreement while stifling a cackle. Freddy and Chicka sighed. She hated when they talk about Goldie, always starting a fight over how much of a douche he is, but Chicka just stood out of it. After all, that incident...
She shook her head; this isn't a time to be thinking about that right now, this was a family dinner. Well, supposed to be a family dinner, as they already had another 2 versus 1 war going on right now about Goldie. She sighed. Now was not the time... Sighing, she got up, picked up all of their unfinished plates, walked back to the kitchen, put them in the sink, and walked towards the backstage area, ignoring the amazed looks everyone was giving her.
The trek there seemed longer then the actually distance itself, and she didn't know why. Was it because she was slightly depressed? She really didn't have time to think about it as the door was looming into view. When she finally reached it, she shut the door behind her. This is where Bonnie usually hung out, but she wouldn't mind, would she? After all, they didn't have their own reserved rooms (well, Chicka had the kitchen, but everyone was technically allowed to go in it).
She sighed as she leaned against the door. This is the first time she actually left during a war, but she just had enough tonight. After the stuffing of the veteran guard, her mood really dropped. After sighing again, she lifted her hand to the doorknob and was about to walk back to the office, when a gleam of metal caught her eye. Curious, she walked over to the source, only to realize that it was the new tiger suit that Goldie got for them. She suddenly remembered that it, in fact, was already occupied by none other then Mike Schmidt. Well, so much for trying to feel better.
Poor guy...
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the suit itself violently shaking, scaring the bolts out of Chicka. She watched in horror as the suit kept shaking vigorously, thrashing to and fro, fro and to, knocking all the tools and supplies off the counter, shaking the whole counter itself, and just when it was about to fall off-
...It stopped shaking.
Chicka blinked a few times, still startled by what happened. What the hell just happened? Once she regained her composure, she yelled, "...Um, guys..! Guys! Come here!"
After a few seconds, she heard heavy footsteps from in the dining room, and, soon, everyone was in the room. She noticed that they were panting, clearly out of breath. She was confused...until her eyes met Bonnie's black eye. It was the war. She sighed. This needed to stop.
"Um...what's the matter?" Freddy asked.
"The suit..."
"...What about it?" His eyes were showing excitement now, and she noticed that the others' radiated with the same light (both literally and figuratively).
"It kept shaking, and shaking, and..." Her voice trailed of when she saw a spark in the abdomen. And then, there was light...in the eyes of the suit, which were now open.
Everyone froze for a very long time. No one dared to say anything, or even move at all. Occasionally, one would take a side glance at another, but not much activity went on besides that. It was as if time itself froze and they were all forced to look at the now-powered tiger suit.
After about 2 agonizingly slow minutes, to their surprise, it spoke in barely above a whisper, "H-hello...Freddy...Bonnie...Foxy...Chicka." It took a noticeably longer time to get Chicka's name out, and that caused some interest in her.
They had also noticed that his voice box worked fine, it was just because he was probably very shy. They had no idea how it-no, it was a he-knew their names, but Freddy figured that his brother probably programmed it in.
"My name is Jake." His voice was noticeably louder now, and, to their surprise, he stuck his hand out triumphantly, and announced, "Nice to meet you!" He seemed to get rid of his earlier shyness.
After everyone recovered from their respective trances, Chicka was the first to respond, by sticking her hand out and saying "Nice to meet you too!"
They shook hands, and only Chicka seemed to notice that he blushed upon contact. Humph.
Once everyone shook hands with him (Chicka also realizing that he didn't blush with anyone else), they all took a step back. They all stayed silent for a few seconds, until Freddy asked who wanted to take care of him. Chicka's hand skyrocketed upwards with unwavering eagerness as she shouted, "Me!" She already started to like the little guy (well, actually, he was
taller then Chicka).
He seemed to physically brighten when he realized someone would actually take care of him, and a goofy smile appeared on his face.
It was only when she hid Jake in the large cabinet when in dawned on her what she just did. What responsibility she just took. What burden she now holds.
She had just agreed to be fully responsible for taking care of Mike-no, Jake, his name is Jake-who she didn't even personally know. She was blinded by her own eagerness. It also occurred to her that he had no memory of his past life, and it was best to keep it that way. She came up with a list of ideas to help it keep that way; such as calling him Jake, and not by his real name, not letting him see the killing of the night guards or doing it himself, etc..
She sighed. This was going to be a lot of work...but she was prepared for it.
I was built ready. She kept repeating that to herself all the way until she made it to the stage like everyone else. She had a long road ahead of her, but she was ready.
"Umm, Chicka? Why are you talking to yourself?"
"WHAT? Wha-oh, I'm not talking to myself..."
This is Nickle7654, logging off!
