Second Chances

A Five Nights at Freddy's Story

Chapter 4: Mom Saves the Day

"No!" Scott whined as he crossed his legs, trying to hold it in. "I'm not gowning to usrhe the diawper! I'm a gwon man!"

"No...you're a wee tot now," Scott glared at the fox angrily, though the intent was lost via his cute face and big cheeks. Virginia chuckled as she looked at the toddler.

"No! NO! NO!" Scott yelled, his adult mind groaning in realization that he was throwing a tantrum like a baby, but also not wanting to have to use the diaper. "I'm a grwon adwut! Not a bawby! NOT! A! BABY! I'M NOT-" He froze as his bodily functions betrayed him. His lower lip trembled as he rubbed his eyes. "N-No..."

"Told ya lad." Scott glared angrily and Virginia smiled sympathetically as she came over and picked Scott up.

"It's ok, accidents happen..." She promised as she took him over to the makeshift changing table. "There's nothing wrong with accidents."

"B-B-But-" Scott warbled out, trying to speak while he was still trying to keep from crying. Virginia shushed him gently, and Scott felt a warm feeling in his chest as Virginia set him down on the table and, with some help from Rebecca, she changed him.

"There. All dry and better." She cooed as she rubbed his stomach, making him blush and giggle.

"S-S-Stop!" He said. "T-That tickles!"

"Oh poo, cut me some slack, sweetpea," She chuckled. "I haven't had fun with little tikes since Melody was younger, and certainly not since my little Mikey was in diapers." She cooed and blew a strawberry in his stomach, causing him to shriek and giggle.

"Why are there toddlers here?" Virginia looked up with half lidded eyes at the large bear, who was looking very confused, rubbing his head as he looked at the toddlers. "Oh, Mrs. Schmidt...when did you get here?"

"I found them in the break room." Rebecca said.

"Please, Freddy, it's Ms. Schmidt, or Virginia...I'm not married." Virginia corrected. "I haven't been officially married since '87..."

"Wha!?" Francis asked, suddenly sounding very concerned. Virginia rolled her eyes absently, as if the subject wasn't the most comfortable of things to talk about.

"Well, in all technicality, I'm a widow...They never did find his body...and I never bothered to get remarried..."

"Oh..." Rebecca looked at the tiny bear, who had made the quiet and almost regretful sounding noise.

"But that was in the past, and I, for one, am not for dwelling on that!" Virginia said as she smiled. "Which one of you guys want to help me reach Chica how to cook properly?"

"Hwell no!" Fredrick exclaimed, seemingly back to normal. "Twere's nwo way in hwell I'm gonna trustth that bwird bwietch with any cooking!" Virginia and Freddy looked at the toddler in shock.

"Did you say what I thought you say?" Virginia demanded as Freddy lifted up the beat and began scolding him.

"You do not say those words!" Freddy said. "That is inappropriate and uncalled for!" Fredrick crinkled his nose.

"I dwon't cawre! I'm Fwedrick Fwazbwear! Ywou can't do nothing two me!" Freddy blinked in surprise before he lifted up Fredrick, to study the baby bear closer.

"What the...? Fredrick?"

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Later

Rebecca was trying to keep a straight face as she and Mike watched Scott spin in a circle chasing his own tail, out of boredom he explained, while his mother was helping Chica learn the basics of not killing the toddlers or Mike, while Freddy was talking on the phone with someone.

"I wish I had a camera..." Rebecca admitted.

"Yeap..." Mike said slowly. "But this is really weird..." Rebecca looked at him.

"Dude, we work at a haunted pizzeria filled with sentient animatronics and we're stuck here for the week for a reason more inclined for a sitcom than real-life." She snickered at that for a second. "And now there's three little toddler animatronics that sound like that phone guy from the training tapes, and the two voices that couldn't decide on ending me or not." Mike looked at her. "What? Fazbear Frights was weird..."

"I guess..." Mike sighed as he watched Francis chase after Scott, apparently trying to help capture the tail. "And admittedly I'm a bit curious about what my mom meant about that...I mean she's never really talked about my dad..."

"You mean you've never asked her." Mike went red as the woman looked at him.

"W-W-Well she'd look upset and I didn't want to make her sad when I was little...and eventually I forgot to ask...and it's slipped my mind..."

"Right..." Rebecca said slowly. "You forgot..."

"Oh shut up, it's not like your dad has some secrets hidden that you've never been curious to know about then forgot about..." Before Rebecca could retort there was the sound of the microwave exploding.

"Chica Chicken! I told you not to put that foil in there!"

"But Mikey's Momma! How else was I going to make the thingys rise?" Rebecca covered her face with her arms as she slid into the table and lost it as Mike covered his face in embarrassment as the two toddlers stopped.

"Pwease twell me that Chwia isn't gwoing to cook agwain..."

"I'm mwoe hwoping that yowur wife dwoesn't gwo..." Mike immeditately lowered his hands and Rebecca looked up Francis glared at Scott, his face bright red.

"What...did you say?"

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Around 1987

"Francis." The man flinched as his hand moved quickly moved back from the door before he looked at his wife, who he thought was asleep.

"Virginia...please...I have to..." He managed out. "I need to fix..." He heard her sigh sadly and felt her take his head in her hands and looked in his eyes, her eyes sad, begging him not to leave before she looked away as tears welled. "I have to try and get them their peace..." He wiped her eyes and smiled softly; he knew that she knew that whatever happened, it would be unlikely he would come back from what he had to do.

"Francis..." She started to say before she sighed and looked back at him. "Before you go...please tuck Michael in..." Francis was about to argue. "No...i-if you don't come back...I...I want him to at least have your voice in the back of his mind...please..." Francis sighed.

"...Alright..." He stepped away from the door and walked to his son's bedroom, where the three year old was sleeping, apparently having lost the battle against sleep. Francis paused as he entered the room, part of him waiting for the spirits of the children that blamed him to mess with his vision, or threaten his son, but it didn't come. He took a deep breath and sat on the bed, making the boy stir quietly.

"Mmm...?" He heard the mumble.

"Shh, Mikey..." He said. "I just wanted to say good...night..." The boy made a quiet mumble sound as he turned over onto to his side, trying to look at his dad.. "I suppose I can sing..." Mike smiled sheepishly and rolled back over and, while chuckling slightly, Francis rubbed his son's back before quietly singing. "To these memories I will hold, With your blessing I will go, to turn at last to paths that lead home..." He paused as he looked at his son, who was smiling in his sleep. He smiled sadly and gave his son a final goodnight kiss before stepping back to the hallway where he had found his wife sleeping outside the door; having fallen asleep, making sure his promise was fulfilled. Francis gently picked her up and took her to their bedroom and while setting her back on the bed, he finished the song. "And though where the road then takes me, I cannot tell...We came all this way, but now comes the day...To bid you farewell..." He pecked her on the cheek before he left the house, hoping to make things right again.

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Poor Scott man...^^

Will Chica ever learn to not kill anyone or anything with her cooking? (Foxy: Nope) And next chapter maybe we'll get more flashbacks and Virginia's reaction to who the toddlers are? (Perhaps, though admittedly I doubt she'd be thrilled)

The song that Francis sang is 'The Last Goodbye' from The Hobbit (I know the movie didn't come out then, but Peter Hollens's cover is amazing and I wanted to show where Mike got his singing talent :3)

But either way, Please Rate/Constructive Review and Enjoy!