C'est Toi, C'est Moi
"Five Nights at Freddy's", its sequel, and all related canon characters are property of Scott Cawthon. Also features my OCs and some character and plot interpretations that may not be canon based on future games.
This chapter features alcohol, and while none of the characters actually drink to the point of becoming intoxicated, I just want to include a disclaimer to please practice healthy drinking habits - such as waiting until the legal age, know your limits, designate a driver, don't leave your drink unattended, don't buy alcohol for people under the age limit, and so on.
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Chapter 3: The F-You Frank Fiesta
"Yesss...!" Heather pumped her fist as they stepped into Wings N Things, her first instinct to look at the bar. "Robert's in. Ginger beer mojitos tonight!"
She gave her name to the hostess, and they were led to a booth, under the dim orange glow of the overhanging lights.
"I wanted to be closer to the bar, but..." Heather shrugged, as she slid into a seat at the booth. "I can't stand the smell of cigarettes, and I figured everyone else would be more comfortable with non-smoking anyway."
"Yes, thank you very much," Sophia affirmed, taking a seat between Ronaldo and Phil.
The waitress arrived shortly after, taking orders for drinks - sweet tea for Sophia, cola for Ronaldo, and Heather was quick to order for her and her other two friends.
"Three ginger beer mojitos, please!" she demanded. "Tell Robert that Heather says hi."
"All right, but may I see your IDs, please?"
Phil, Jeremy, and Heather quickly produced their IDs, allowing the waitress to read them over briefly, before she handed them back with a satisfied "okay".
"So..." Sophia folded her hands together, lightly tapping them against the table. "... uh... classes. What kind of classes is everyone taking? ¿Cuáles clases acudes este semestre?"
"English."
"I actually don't really know..." Phil commented with a shrug. "I have a temporary schedule figured out - just some business stuff - but it might change, since each manager can get a day off each week. It can't be Friday, Saturday, or Sunday, since those are our busiest days... so I'm hoping for Monday or Wednesday, since a lot of classes tend to follow that Monday-Wednesday-Friday schedule."
"And neither of us are in classes right now," Jeremy added, pointing to him and Heather.
"Oh, right... I'm sorry, that was a silly question!"
"No, it's not!" Phil stopped her. "You're interested in being a nurse, right, Sophia? What are your classes like?"
"This semester? I've actually got two labs, so that should be... neat," she winced. "They're tied in with the applied human anatomy and microbiology classes I'm taking. Maybe you can give me some pointers, Jeremy! You're a bio major, right? Or have you not taken micro yet?"
"I haven't taken micro yet, actually," Jeremy remarked. "I tried to stick to the semester plan they recommended at the college, so I'll be taking it in my senior year. It might be at different levels, though, because I'm supposed to take MCB 3020 and its lab."
"Oh... yeah, mine is 2000-something, so it might end up being easier..." she perked up. "That's okay, maybe I'll be the one who helps you study!"
Jeremy laughed.
"Easier?!" Heather scoffed. "All those gen-ed classes are like 2000-ish classes, but they always end up being the make-or-break ones!"
"That's true," Jeremy leaned back in his seat, knitting his brow, looking up at the ceiling. "CHM 2211... Organic Chemistry 2... I spent many a sleepless night thanks that damn class. So many carbons and oxygens and memorizing bond types and how they split... while I was swapping 'C's and 'H's and 'O's, I wound up swapping a lot of 'Z's for just one B."
"Poetry," Heather commented with a slow nod. "I didn't go through bio and chem hell, but I did have the joy of taking 3 semesters of calculus as well as physics classes that already had calc blended into them at the same time. I look at any numerical expression and it's like - bam. I know what that derivative is. Oh!"
She snapped her fingers, pointing at Jeremy.
"You know, you would like this friend of mine - Fritz - he kind of works in-between both our fields, 'cause he's pursuing bioengineering. He'll actually be starting his senior year at the university, so you might be able to get in touch with him."
"Really?" Jeremy and Phil both asked, before exchanging a look.
"You go ahead," Phil said.
"Oh, no, I was just going to say it sounds like a promising career, because there's a lot that can be done with it - like researching better soils and stuff - but that wasn't really my thing. There's probably more to it, but at face value, when it sounds like you're just researching dirt... it just kind of sounds boring," Jeremy opined with a shrug.
"Don't let Fritz catch you saying that. He's not interested in soil research, he's looking into biofuels and alternative energy. With all the fuss about fossil fuels contributing to pollution and stuff, he wants to reduce the need for gasoline and coal with water and wind and stuff. It's got merit, but I don't know if it'll catch on. Might take a decade or two," Heather cracked an awkward smile. "... Sorry if this doesn't make sense, Ronaldo."
"It's okay. I work hard in English, then I understand."
"Yeah, we're talking about... 'bee-oh-lo-gee-ah'?" Jeremy tried to pronounce.
"Biología," Ronaldo corrected. "Science with animals and plants, right?"
"Right, biología," Jeremy repeated back. "So, what were you gonna say, Phil?"
"Oh, uh, I was just going to point out that one of our employees from the old place studied bioengineering when he went to college. It's kind of funny, Heather, because he also works in security... but he's on the night shift, so... uh, it might be hard to meet him," Phil commented.
"If he got his degree in bioengineering, what the heck is he doing working minimum wage?" Heather asked.
"No, he... he only studied the subject. He didn't get his degree. So that's, uh, kind of why he's stuck with us. Mr. Bur... uh, John doesn't seem to mind too much, though. He's really got nerves of steel, nothing seems to phase him... which is a pretty good quality for a night guard, I guess. Especially since his broth-" Phil's eyes widened and he quickly changed the subject. "Uh, n-never mind, I've said too much. Hey, I think that's our waitress!"
Sure enough, she walked over with a tray carrying five glasses. She dropped off the tea, cola, and three mojitos before offering to take orders.
"Oh, shoot, we got so caught up in chatting, we forgot to look," Sophia noted.
"Yeah, we might need a few minutes," Heather stated.
"All right, take your time, and I'll come check on you in a little bit."
"There's so many flavors, though...!" Phil commented, eyes wide at the list of sauces, ranging from mild to hot. "How many are there, fifteen?"
"Twenty-one," Heather said with a wink. "But we'll take a look at that in a sec! First things first...!"
She raised her glass, and her friends did the same.
"Here's to our..." Heather paused to think for a moment, recalling whom she was sitting next to. "... friendship, and for those of us in school, here's hoping it's a good year!"
"Cheers!" everyone tapped their drinks together, the familiar clinking of plastic and glass colliding in a jovial promise before cups were tilted and beverages were consumed.
The mint in the mojito was pretty strong, but what really overwhelmed was the ginger beer - the flavor of the ginger tickling the nose while its carbonation - and the rum itself - created a rich burning sensation in the throat.
Phil was first to set his drink down after the first few sips, trying to breathe as he patted his chest with his other arm.
"Whoo!" Heather cheered with a hearty breath of air. "Now that's a mojito!"
"Yeah, it's really good," Jeremy complimented, feeling the burn subside as he resumed reading over his menu.
"Isn't it? Like, I really love the ginger in it, because it burns you twice, like you have it going down your throat and also your nose at the same time, like..." Heather brought two fingers up, side by side, before separating them by drawing spirals in the air in opposite directions, almost like she had drawn out the symbol for Aries. "... I just love it! ... Uh... are your drinks okay too?"
"The tea's nice and sweet, just how I like it!" Sophia assured.
"My cola is... uh, it's cola. There's nothing special, I like it," Ronaldo commented with a shrug, but grinned. "Next year, I can have coke and rum."
"Good plan, man!" Heather praised, toasting briefly, before taking another drink. "So, about those wings..."
There was a platter for fifty wings available, allowing a party to pick from up to five flavors, so they decided to split one of those, with a flavor for each of them. 'Dragon Duo' - with the Asian flavors of sweet chili peppers and teriyaki. Sweet habanero. Spicy garlic. Honey barbecue, sweet and mild. And classic buffalo sauce... in the hottest variety available.
"Hey, Ronaldo... when you know more English, what do you think you'll major in?" Jeremy asked, gesturing for Sophia to hand him the pocket dictionary. "Tu área principal de estudio, your major?"
"Oh! Hmm..." Ronaldo furrowed his brow. "I don't know."
"Undeclared too, huh?" Phil asked with a sheepish grin. "We'll think of something eventually, right?"
"Right."
"Speaking of majors... heh, we keep coming back to biology, but..." Phil took a sip of his mojito before continuing. "Are you into anything specific in biology, Jeremy? For example, my aunt, Flora, got a degree in..."
"... Botany?"
"Nope, zoology, heheh. Or were you just thinking of pursuing generic biology to get into something big, like medicine or veterinary school?"
"Nah, I think that's too much pressure," Jeremy dismissed, waving it off. "I'm actually thinking of pursuing zoology too, to be honest. What's wrong, Sophia?"
She was frowning, appearing to be deep in thought.
"Is Flora from your dad's side of the family, like Frank?" she asked Phil.
"Uh-huh."
"... What's your mom's name?"
"Yoko. Why do you ask?"
"Oh... just curious," she shrugged and looked around the restaurant, at the televisions, trying to change the subject. "So, um, anyone into football?"
"Yes," Phil and Ronaldo quickly confirmed.
"I know it is American football. I like it too."
"So, who are you picking this year?" Sophia asked.
"Well, John Elway might be young, but he's looking really good. I bet this is the year the Broncos pull it off for sure," Phil pointed out.
"I think the Giants win again," Ronaldo offered.
"I dunno, I'm hearing a lot of good things about the Oilers...!" Sophia teased.
Some more small talk was exchanged before a server came out with their wings.
"Okay, Dragon Duo...!" he called out, his eyes on Phil.
"Oh, that's me," Jeremy answered, raising his hand.
The server carefully placed them in front of him, an embarrassed slowness to his pace, before moving onto the next plate of wings.
"Habanero...?" he asked, eyes on Ronaldo.
"Those are mine," Phil stated with a nod.
The server didn't really try to guess anymore, just naming the wings and passing them out to everyone - spicy garlic for Ronaldo, mild barbecue wings for Heather, and the atomic buffalo for Sophia. The next few minutes were relatively quiet, with everyone stuffing their faces with chicken wings.
"Ahhhh... that was great!" Heather sighed contentedly, placing another bone into the small pile on the side of her plate.
"How did you manage to eat those, though?" Phil asked Sophia, who had been licking some extra sauce off her fingers.
"Practice! My dad always loved spicy food, so I was often eating it, even as a child."
"I had you pegged as a spicy fan for sure," Phil commented to Heather, now turning his gaze to her. She shrugged.
"I can handle spicy stuff fine. I was just in the mood for somethin' sweet, that's all."
"How's everyone doing? Are we gonna need some boxes?" the waitress asked, stepping over to the table.
"Yes, and... are we ready for the check?" Phil asked, looking around at everyone, who nodded in agreement. "... and we're ready for the check."
The waitress nodded and left, leaving the five of them alone for a few minutes.
"So..." Heather's voice trailed off lazily, as a little smirk crept onto her face. "Anyone wanna play a quick round of 'Never Have I Ever'?"
"A game?" Ronaldo asked.
"Yeah, it's a drinking game," she tipped her glass to her mouth, pretending to take a sip. "You say something you have never done before. Like... 'never have I ever been to Antarctica'. If you have been to Antarctica, you drink. If you have not been to Antarctica, you do not drink. If nobody else drinks, the person who said 'Never have I ever...' has to drink. Do you understand?"
"I think so, but..." he held up the dictionary. "... I am sorry if I am slow."
"Don't worry about it, it'll be okay. We'll try to keep the questions easy. Sophia, you keep track of who drinks."
"I, uh..." she quickly grabbed a pen and removed the paper with her friends' addresses and phone numbers on it, flipping it over to keep a tally. "... okay!"
"Do you want to start, Ronaldo?"
"I think I can," he said, turning to a page in the dictionary. "I have a good question."
"Ooh, okay!"
"Never have I ever worn... opposite... clothing!"
"That's kind of hard to define, because so much of men's clothing is treated as unisex nowadays, whereas traditionally feminine clothing like skirts and dresses are still seen as feminine and 'bad' for men, which says a lot about how society still views women..." Heather lectured. "... right, almost forgot, I'm the engineer, not the psychologist or activist. Anyway, I've always worn a lot of blue jeans or overalls, so I guess that counts."
She took a sip of her mojito, smiling as Sophia raised her tea in a toast, before she took a sip of tea. Slowly, Jeremy lifted his mojito to his lips as well.
"Rachel was sick on her 8th birthday... and I had the day off from school, so... we kind of had a 'fashion show'..." he mumbled against the glass.
"So that was only like what, five or six years ago?" Heather asked, but raised her glass. "You're, like, the best big brother ever. If Rachel ever needs reminding, tell her I said so."
Jeremy chuckled but didn't look anyone in the eyes.
"Sophia, you go?"
"Oh, okay! Hmmm... never have I ever..." her voice trailed off as she looked at Ronaldo seated beside her. "... traveled - viajar - outside my home country... país de origen."
"Oh! ... Unfair... sneaky!" Ronaldo complained teasingly with a pout, taking a sip of his cola. Phil and Heather each took a sip of their mojitos as well.
"All right, Faz-Heir, where have you been?"
"Oh, uh, nothing too fancy... some family-related travel. I was too young to really remember much, but I went to Italy when I was about five or six... and I got to visit my grandparents in Japan the summer I graduated high school."
"'Nothing fancy', says the guy who's traveled to two different continents," Heather scoffed with a grin. "I just went to Canada to see Niagara Falls. So, do you speak Japanese?"
"ああ。。。僕は日本語を少しだけ話せます."
"Uh... yes?"
"Oh, I just said that I can speak only a little Japanese. Same with Italian. Just basic conversational stuff," Phil explained with a shrug. "So, uh, my turn? Oh, uh, hold on..."
He paused just as the waitress dropped off a few foam boxes and a check presenter made of black faux leather.
"Um, does everyone have cash? Dinero?"
Everyone began shuffling through their pockets or wallets, eventually producing some bills and coins.
"I think it's fair that we each pay for a fifth of the wings, as well as whatever our drinks cost..." Sophia commented, taking a peek at the bill. "Oh, and contributing to the tip, of course!"
Everyone handed over a bill or even a few bills, and maybe even a few coins just to add a little more to the tip.
"So, Phil, do you have your question?"
"Oh, I think I do, heheh," he grinned cheekily. "Never have I ever... been kissed! By someone outside of the family, I mean."
Sophia took a quick sip of tea, before flipping through the pocket dictionary to translate for Ronaldo. He took a sip of cola as Heather and Jeremy set their mojitos down.
"Wh- really?!" Phil exclaimed, now in shock.
"Ooh, we got us an innocent one here!" Heather grinned. "Twenty-one years and you've never kissed anyone?"
"Well, I-I have been on a date at least!" he defended. "... Granted, it was only one date... to the movies... and the most I-I did was put my arm around her... which, uh, wound up being kind of awkward, since she was sitting on my right, so... uh... yeah, sh-she wasn't exactly comfortable with... with my... I-I didn't really think that move through."
He moved his hand and other arm beneath the table as he finished the story. Everything went quiet, until Jeremy realized that now everyone's eyes were on him.
"... I've kissed one of each."
"Cheers," Heather chuckled.
"The first one was actually a girl, for a silly party game... and no, that wasn't that 'definitive moment where you realize your preferences'. I already knew I was..." Jeremy's eyes shifted around the other tables, lowering his voice for one word, before resuming his original - and already low - volume. "... gay... even before that kiss. And the other one, well, that's... I don't really like talking about that one."
Jeremy frowned, and everyone decided to just write it off as just a bad ex. The waitress came by and picked up the check from the surprisingly silent table.
"Hey, uh, Jeremy, how about you ask the next question? I-I mean, if you want."
"Okay... never have I ever broken a bone. Hueso..." he checked the pocket dictionary. "... roto."
Ronaldo was first to take a sip, before pantomiming his fingertips jamming into his hand.
"Ooh, you broke a finger?" Heather asked with a wince, pointing to one of her fingers. "It seems so minor, but it probably hurts a lot."
Phil took a drink as well, holding out his left hand.
"Nine years old, I joined a junior football league. At nine, they start putting you in the tackle division. The coach put me on defense, because I wasn't expected to be good on offense, y'know, with receptions and stuff," Phil rolled his eyes, waving his hand, but smiled. "My third play, I put my hand up to block a pass and caught the ball. I remembered to tuck it against my body to hold onto it, but I wasn't very smart about how I held it, and wound up falling right on my wrist. I really wanted to continue playing when I got better - heck, the coach even wanted me back - but my dad didn't want to risk more injuries. I played a little bit of soccer, but it just wasn't the same, you know?"
Sophia lowered her glass too, shaking her head.
"I broke my leg on my friend's trampoline when I was like six," she explained with a grimace, earning a few pained "ooh"s from her friends.
"All right, my turn!" Heather cheered, before lowering her voice.
"Okay, but - oh, thank you," Phil paused to thank the waitress as she left their receipts and a few mints before wishing them a good night. "... but make it a quick one, because I don't want to camp here... I know first-hand that it's a pain." (1)
"Okay, okay, it's the classic one... never have I ever had sex."
Everyone grew silent, even Ronaldo well aware of the statement - some things didn't need translating - casting glances around at each other.
Until finally... slowly, silently, hesitantly... Jeremy lifted his glass to his lips.
"NO WAY," Heather gasped.
"Keep your voice down!" Jeremy hissed, as he set the glass down, his cheeks red.
"So then... you did it with-"
"Yes," Jeremy quickly interrupted Sophia.
"... How was it?"
Jeremy rolled his eyes and gagged.
"O-Oh, you...!"
"WHOA, wait, no, it wasn't like that," he had to chuckle a little bit at her reaction. "It just... wasn't as great as I thought. I mean, nobody expects their first time to be amazing, but..."
He let out a resigned sigh.
"It could have been better, you know?"
"I'm sorry, Jeremy... um, I think Phil was right... we shouldn't camp too long," Sophia changed the subject, noticing Jeremy's discomfort, and picked up her box of leftovers. Everyone quickly and quietly did the same, starting to leave before Phil suddenly halted.
"Oh, shoot!" he reached into his pocket. "I think we forgot to tip!"
As he pulled out his wallet, a small trinket fell out as well, hitting the floor with a little 'tink'. Jeremy knelt down to pick it up - a decorative pin of some kind, resembling the custom tokens used at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.
"You dropped this," Jeremy stated, holding it out to Phil as he returned from placing some money on the table.
"Oh, yeah, I must have put that back in my pocket the other day when I helped my uncle straighten up around the Prize Corner," Phil recalled. "It's just one of the little pins they give out as prizes. You can keep it if you want."
He mentally slapped himself, no, look what his uncle had done to Jeremy, why would he want anything to do with Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, with him, with -
"Sure, thanks," Jeremy smiled and tucked it into his pocket.
They stepped outside, heading for where Sophia had parked her car.
"Good thing we had everyone drive their cars back home before coming here... can't risk anyone driving home drunk."
"We only had one drink, I'd say we'd be fine driving home," Heather remarked. "But I guess it's better to be safe. We'll all chip in to pay back your gas money, Soph."
'Paying back'... Ronaldo frowned at this thought, handing his box of leftovers to Jeremy.
"Hey, what's up, do you need me to hold these?" he asked, balancing it on top of his own takeout box.
"Yes," Ronaldo confirmed. "I am... worried. If you do not have a job, you cannot buy food. If you cannot buy food, how will you eat?"
"I'll be okay, but thank you for your concern," Jeremy assured, handing the box back to Ronaldo. "My parents will give me money if I really need it... I'm sure. And I might find another job. In the worst scenario... I could always apply for a government program."
"Hey, come on! This is our F-You Frank Fiesta! We can't let this stuff get us down tonight!" Heather insisted, already claiming the front seat. "Sophia, your radio better have good speakers, because we're gonna sing our asses off!"
Songs by Bryan Adams, Duran Duran, Queen, Tears For Fears, Phil Collins, and Cyndi Lauper were part of the concert's program, as was a particularly breath-taking rendition of everyone practically screaming "Footloose" at the top of their lungs when they weren't overcome with laughter.
After Ronaldo had been dropped off, Jeremy's apartment was the closest, so he was dropped off next.
"Good night, Jeremy!" three voices called out from the car.
"Good night, guys! Thanks for the ride, I'll call you again soon!"
It was hard to stay in a bad mood with friends like these, Jeremy thought, as he strolled up the steps and unlocked his apartment door.
"Hey, Pat," he greeted his housemate, lounging on a couch in the small living room they shared.
"Hey. Have a good night?" Pat replied, as Jeremy tucked his leftovers into the fridge.
"Yeah. How was your night?"
"Eh. Just stayed home and watched TV, you know," Pat shrugged. "By the way, someone named Leslie called while you were out... you should probably call her back tomorrow, she said it was important."
Jeremy removed the pin Phil had given him from his pocket - just like the tokens, with a big capital 'F' engraved in it. 'F' for Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, for friends doing stuff together, for fortune, and for a big fat 'fuck you, Frank'.
He smiled, tucking it back in his pocket, as he took a seat by Pat and watched the news.
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(1) Camping is a term used by restaurants to describe patrons who overstay their welcome, like sitting around and chatting despite having paid the bill.
Sorry that this chapter turned out shorter than the other two, and that there wasn't as much Phonemy. Next chapter should fix that.