NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL AGES
WARNINGS
Frequent cursing
Angst
Unintentional neglect
We have no intentions of making a light proclamation of any theme used in this story. We are not trying to offend or hurt anyone with the descriptions and circumstances given.
DISCLAIMER
This is based upon the video game franchise Five Nights At Freddy's, all rights for the characters and the world they interact inside belong solely to Scott Cawthon. We own nothing but the writing.
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David nearly jumps when his phone rings, quickly taking it out of his pocket and opening it.
"David Harrison speaking."
"Sir, we have a problem."
Marilyn raises an eyebrow when her husband seems to freeze at the words said by the other person, growing concerned when the business man doesn't start demanding for anything like he always does.
"David, sweetheart? Are you okay?"
The man opens his mouth to respond before hesitating at seeing Devon looking up at him with those giant, trusting green eyes. And with his day guard on the phone attempting to get a reaction out of him, he couldn't help but imagine a little Fr-
"Just something going on at the restaurant. Nothing to worry about," David smiles, kissing the Irish woman before ruffling his son's hair. "I'll be right back."
Devon winces at the anger growing around his father, turning to watch the tall man walk toward the front room in the attempt to speak in 'private'. He wanted to move closer and listen, but the boy quickly stops himself.
"Is Fritz still in his room, Mom?"
"He hasn't tried to come out," she affirms, unable to help a look of worry from coating her face.
David didn't lie to her when she asked why her baby boy had tears stains on his cheeks after they woke up about five days ago. He explained Fritz had simply pulled a stunt for attention again and it didn't go as smoothly as he wanted. She knew exactly what that meant, but her redheaded son has had moods of isolation before. They would just have to give him time...
Especially with the gradually rising voice of the man she loves.
"What do you mean he's not there!" David hisses, gesturing angrily toward the phone in his hand.
"Mr. Harrison, he's not here. He hasn't been here for five whole days!"
"And you thought to tell me this now?" The man hesitates before growling. "And why the hell are you calling me about him being gone! You can run the goddamn restaurant without his ass being there to greet customers! Pick up the slack and I'll handle it as soon as we're done talking! Or did Happy just convince you to check up on him!"
"Mr. Harrison," Greg begins, forcing himself to keep calm.
Did the owner seriously not know what was going on inside his own restaurant? And if he really didn't have a clue, then for how long? Maybe he shouldn't have been so hard on the little redhead...
"We can't open the restaurant."
David's blood runs cold at that, staring into nothing as the words finally sink in.
"What did you just say?"
"We have no supplies, sir. The last shipment we had was only supposed to last us until the end of last week. We were lucky to even get to today."
"And why the hell has no one said anything?"
"Because even though Red might leave for a few days sometimes, he still orders everything we need, sir. We assumed a new shipment was coming in, but then when nothing came in, we finally saw something was wrong."
Greg begins to grow worried when nothing is said, hesitating before holding the phone out just a little bit more in case one of their boss's infamous lectures was silently being prepared.
"Uh, Mr. Harrison?"
The day guard yelps when the business man seems to appear directly behind him, nearly dropping the phone as David growls.
"I gave you enough for today. I'll get Red- I mean Smi- I mean Fri- just know I'm getting him."
The man then teleports back to his house, allowing himself to appear at the foot of the stairs before stomping his way up the demon child living under his roof.
How dare that little punk! He let him stay in his goddamn room to bitch and moan about how much of an asshole his step-father was, and yet he goes and pulls this shit, as if trying to piss him off!
"SMITH! OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR OR ELSE I'LL-!"
David becomes as stiff as a statue when the door to Fritz's room swings open with one bang, as if taunting him of how easy it was without all the yelling.
Shaking his head the man stalks forward, growling as he slams it open with a seething glare.
"FRI-!"
No one sits on the bed. No one sits at the desk. No one even attempts to hide behind the door. And one look under the bed, dresser, and desk and no tiny redhead's were hiding either.
In fact, the room looks as if it hasn't been touched for at least a few days, the bed still unmade, even though it's made every morning after he woke up.
That's when David realizes he fucked up. That he fucked up bad.
Even more so than when he accused Fritz of draining the restaurant's bank account.
"Jesus Schmidt."
