NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL AGES

WARNINGS
Frequent cursing
Angst
Mention of murder
Mention of violence
Experimentations on living people
Being sent away from a family
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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I don't want to answer it.

I don't want it to be him pleading for forgiveness.

I don't want it to be someone telling me he's dead, either.

I just want all of it to-

"Hello!"

"WAIT! DON'T ANSWER THE DOOR!"

Elliot winces as his loving wife jumps at his scream, though his terror of the door being opened didn't fade.

Oh God. It's him. He's here. The murderer. The freak. The experiment. I can't take this. He's going to kill me. Kill my family. I can't. I can't. I...

Don't see him.

The tall man has to shake his head in order to confirm he was indeed seeing clearly. Because the man standing on the porch with a smile even after the rude scream wasn't Vincent. He wasn't even purple.

"Eggs?"

"Hey, Stupid. Already saw Stupider and Stupidest, so I thought I'd come and see you," the mechanic grins, though scowling slightly.

"Oh."

"Promise you won't cause too much trouble?" Becka winks as she turns away to clearly move somewhere else and give the two a moment, earning a smirk in return.

"But why would I even visit anyone in the first place?" The blonde guard then turns back to Elliot, offering a sympathetic gaze toward the man. "I'm not here for him. I'm kinda here for you."

"Keep standing out there and you'll be the new Stupid."

"Doubt it," Eggs snorts, though quickly accepts the invitation to come inside. Becka nods politely before shutting the door carefully behind the man her husband apparently knew. She blows a kiss as she disappears, clearly understanding there was something they needed to talk about.

Alone.

"Come on, kiddos! You need to head to the playground for some fresh air!"

"Please tell me you didn't tell him you had kids," Eggs breathes, staring after the little boy and girl racing out the door.

They looked just like their mother and father. They looked healthy, bright, something everyone wanted. Something everyone would be proud of. Something Vincent would want to share with his younger brother.

"I did," Elliot admits, immediately glaring back at the shorter man. "He wasn't a fucking murderer when I told him!"

"He's not a murderer! Twenty plus years ago, a few in between when William needed a hitman, but for three years no one has died by his hands!" Eggs snaps back. He quickly takes a deep breath, hand waving to attempt at showing he wasn't trying to attack the man.

Even though he really, really wanted to strangle that perfect neck to his perfect teeth would make a wonderful pop!ing sound when he slams one of the heads to the originals on his perfect head.

"You should know I live with the guy."

Elliot can't help but stare at the information given, scanning Eggs for any sign of the man lying before dragging his fingers through his hair.

"I need a drink."

The mechanic can't help but grin wickedly at that, following Vincent's sibling as the man pours himself a shot of pure Vodka. A respectful nod when there isn't even a wince at the taste before the Wright nods.

"Continue."

"He's still Vincent."

A laugh escapes Elliot as he slumps into a chair in his kitchen, kicking one out for the blonde guard to sit it.

"He still loves stuffed animals. He still pisses the hell out of Mike. He still helps me piss the hell out of Mike. He cooks me breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He never messes with my things. He makes me his own personal teddy bear when we sleep." The guard smirks fondly before giving the man across him a pointed look. "He still adores the shit out of kids."

"Murdered five."

"Got experimented on."

"Touché," Elliot growls, looking away as the words said hammer away at his mind.

He couldn't let go of the fact Vincent was purple because of what William had done to him. Because, as much as he hated to admit it, that fact was really what affected him. Even more so than his older brother being a former child murderer. Of course it still hit too close to home, but being experimented on?

Getting electrocuted. Unable to control your own body. Super strength. Super hearing. Super Speed. Getting stabbed. Getting attacked by new animatronics. Unknown chemicals being injected into him. His torturer enjoying it.

...Vincent thinking it was the only way to be loved.

Eggs only watches patiently as the man he still hated with a burning passion moles over everything. And to be honest, it was a lot to take in.

He meant come on. Cook the best damn pancakes ever? That's too much to handle!

"How is he?"

Elliot sighs as the blonde looks at him in surprise at the question. Because between the two of them, they knew Vincent himself was the last thing on any of the Wright's minds.

I am such a terrible brother.

"He's sleeping right now," Eggs begins, shrugging before giving another look. "Like I said, I'm a teddy bear to him. So to keep him from snuggling with me every fucking night meant you screwed up big time."

"Come again?"

"Nightmares."

Even with the vague answer Elliot understood. Because his children all had nightmares from time to time, and everyone knew the best way to get rid of them was to climb into your parent's bed and-

"Son's of bitches."

"Hmm?"

There's no answer as the world seems to crumble around the second eldest son of the two most despicable people he will ever meet. No wonder Vincent murdered those five kids.

It was a wonder he didn't just slaughter every goddamn person on this earth.

"He misses you guys."

Elliot glances up at those calculating blue eyes, a bit surprised to find the sorrow filling them. Because at first glance, all of the night guards were only coworkers. A few would be considered friends, roommates in this case, but they didn't seem that-

"Hard to imagine when he has your little family."

Eggs laughs at that, though it was clearly out of fondness. "David still hates his guts, but he's hated less than Mike so that's always good."

"Do you think you can make him stop by?"

The laughter dies out, a glare displayed as Elliot shies away from it. The mechanic growls once at the reaction before looking toward the kitchen's opening to the front door.

"Why would he come here after all the pain he's caused you?"

All the pain he's caused me. Not him, me.

"Mind giving me your address?"

"Yep!"

Elliot becomes panicked when Eggs then stands up, casually walking to the door with the clear intent on leaving, springing from his own seat and respectfully stopping in front of the guard.

"Did you mean-?"

"No. I meant yep. Yep as in I would mind giving you my address," Eggs interrupts, watching in amusement those eyes widening in fear.

"I need to fix this, Eggs."

"Duh."

The blonde carefully walks around the tall man to carefully open the door, stepping outside before smiling up at the Wright brother watching him with fading hope.

"You can't fix it your way, though. You have to fix it his way."

With that he left, leaving Elliot to smile at the closed door.

"He really is a jackass."