Warnings: pedophilia
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"What the fuck was that?!"
Jeremy ignored Mike, using his sleeve to wipe at his nose again as he watched Eggs storm out. He wasn't too concerned when it was still bleeding heavily, he just sighed and limped to a nearby table and pulled out some napkins that he then used to clog his nose. He felt the blood spreading as he tried to think; he glanced back at where the gold assholes were glaring at him and where Mike was still waiting for a response.
"What?"
"Don't you 'what' me! Bad enough that telling him was going to ruin his entire world, but you acting like a dick certainly didn't help!" Mike snapped.
"…Lost my temper." He admitted hesitantly.
"You accused him of acting like his father." Fredbear pointed out.
"And that he's unwanted." Springtrap added irritably.
Jeremy sighed, sitting down in a chair at the table, feeling dizzy. Despite being angry, Mike came over, looking him over in concern. He tried to shrug him off. He didn't need or deserve that kind of attention. But the guard was stubborn and forced Jeremy to meet his gaze, hand on his shoulder.
"We talked about this."
Jeremy nodded. "Yeah, about some dead girl that wasn't…someone I knew and talked to my-fuckin-self. And as far as we knew, it was a one-time thing Mike."
He forced himself to his feet, still wiping his nose. Mike sighed. "But the notion was there. William is a child molester, and there's never…just one…"
"But his own son?" Jeremy snapped. Springtrap flinched. "He loved this kid, right? I mean, as fucked up as it is, I can get why he'd kill Caleb and his shitty group of friends. If someone fucked up that bad, I'd be pissed off too, but…to actually…"
It made too much sense. Jeremy sighed and then cursed when he realized his nose still was bleeding. That kid could throw a punch for looking so scrawny…He reluctantly took more napkins when Mike offered them, mumbling about probably needing some ice. He began limping off but stopped when Springtrap grabbed his arm.
"If you talk to him like that again, I will do worse than hurt you." The bunny promised darkly.
Jeremy chuckled. "Rusty, I think you've done enough to me at this point. Let someone else have a turn."
"He's the only one left." Fredbear mused softly as he forced his arm out of the animatronic's grip and began stalking off. "I worry what revealing who he is may cause…"
He ignored it as he went into the kitchen, pausing only when he realized Chica was there. Sighing, he went past her and grabbed an ice pack from the freezer. He'd need to wash it, since there were blood smears now, but that was something he'd worry about later.
"We heard what happened." Chica said softly, turning away from where she was making a pizza. "Well…Freddy did anyway."
"Don't bring it up to him." He muttered offhand.
The yellow animatronic glanced to the side, thinking before meeting his eyes again. She looked oddly determined. "Eggs was touched inappropriately by an adult, wasn't he?"
"….Yes."
"We have…procedures for this. But while I have programs running that suggest calling someone, there are other…things that appear. Not memories, but leftover feelings from the small girl that once was inside me." Chica explained hesitantly.
Jeremy twitched at that. "She remembered?"
Chica nodded. "I tried to get rid of those memories. The children were angry of course, but none of the others could understand what she'd gone through. There was a sense of fear that none of them could understand, an urgency in killing the man who'd done it and protecting other kids."
"How much do you remember?" Jeremy asked. It came out a bit too rough and coarse, but Chica seemed to know what he meant. "Eggs is just now dealing with this. He might need someone that could fucking get it without…being human."
"So he's like Mike then…" Chica mused softly, looking oddly relieved. "I could talk to him. While she remembered pieces, I remembered it all…just in case."
"I'll let him know when he won't fucking rip me apart for talking to him." Jeremy promised, shrugging.
"…He's related to him though, right?" Chica stared down at her pizza. She looked far too human, too expressive, as her fake feathered hands tapped the counter surface nervously. "He seems…nice. But for him to be related to that man…"
"Your precious ass puppet and mangy fox were too. I don't see you worry about them." Jeremy shot.
Chica glanced at him. "Eggs is human."
"I think that's some level of racism that I can't even fucking begin to understand." Jeremy grumbled.
"We are not one to turn anyone away that needs us." Freddy suddenly cut in, making Jeremy jump slightly. "Especially when such a tragic thing occurred at our very home. But as the years have progressed, it's easy to see that humans are the root of our problems."
"Can't disagree with that…" Jeremy shrugged and noticed that he'd finally stopped bleeding.
"Don't worry, Mr. Fitzgerald. We'll deal with it if needed, but I understand what the boy means to the others." Freddy said, staring at him. "Hopefully we will not be needed."
Xxxxxx
"RED LIGHT!"
Eggs cursed as he tried to freeze up only to end up losing his balance. He immediately fell, hissing when his wrist caught him weird on the tiled floor. He rolled his eyes when Bonbon laughed at him, Freddy of course freezing unnaturally. Huffing, he began pulling himself up only for Freddy to grab his arm and help him.
"Can we please do something else?" He grumbled. "Like…I dunno, I think watching the lights flickering is more entertaining at this point."
"Don't be a sore loser Eggs!" Bonbon quipped at him.
Freddy tapped his chin, eyeing the small room as he tried to think. "Not much we can really do in here…maybe we can think of something for the next time you're here! It's starting to run late."
"Especially if you're going to make up with Ballora for being a brat." The small bunny added as she hopped over to where they were standing. She pulled at his pantleg until Eggs sighed and picked her up. "Can I come with you over there? I wanna play too."
"Your battery isn't going to last for that if you want to be able to stay awake during the day." Eggs pointed out.
She whined, crossing her tiny arms and huffing. Next to him, Freddy shook his head and rolled his eyes. Eggs raised an eyebrow at him; he hadn't seen Freddy do that before. He was a bad influence on these guys.
"Come on, Bonbon! Let's not make Ballora wait on Eggs." The white bear finally said, offering his handless arm.
Eggs held the bunny up as she put herself back into place. Once they were back together, Freddy went in for a hug before stopping himself, which Eggs was relieved for. Instead he waved as the technician headed out to Ballora's Gallery, sighing as he turned on his flashlight. He found Ballora sitting on her stage alone and wandered over; the ballerina's head tilted towards him when she heard him coming.
"Good evening, Eggs." She greeted.
"Hey. Didn't see you yesterday." He said, rubbing the back of his head. "Uh, everything okay?"
He rolled his eyes at himself. She was a fucking robot, and he was acting like a little bitch. He almost jumped when she stood up, noticing that her legs could bend quite well, but not her arms. He frowned at that; he knew she couldn't move like the others, but hadn't realized she was little more than a doll.
"I am quite fine, Eggs. I understand that you were looking for me yesterday. I'm sorry I was not around."
He snorted. "With your weird spying network, you already know what's up. But still, I'm…sorry, for being short with you."
She was staring at him without using her eyes. Eggs was beginning to understand she had other ways of course, ones he couldn't begin guessing at, but it still put him on edge. "Do you know we are all intertwined with the computer system?"
"Uh..?" He managed, floored. "Yes?"
"It is how we understand our duties in the daytime. The moment Foxy is done, I am alerted. If Freddy or Bonbon have issues, I know. If for whatever reason I get switched with Baby's group I am prepared and know the details of what is required of me." She paused briefly. "And so, we are all well aware when the computer updates and gives us all knew details about our technician."
Eggs paused, confused a moment before remembering what Mike had said. "Oh…"
"I can now understand why you were distressed." Ballora explained softly.
"What even were these 'details'?" He demanded. "I don't even know what it says."
The tall animatronic paused briefly; he could practically hear the computer in her brain going. "Alex Afton. Birthday is Octorber 7th, bloodtype A-. You survive two brothers and a sister, are the sole heir to Afton Robotics and Circus Baby's Pizza World, were off the map for a number of years before popping up yesterday after being searched for for-"
"Whoa whoa whoa!" Eggs interrupted, eyes wide. "What the hell is Afton Robotics?"
"They are the company that designed us." Ballora said easily.
Eggs stared at her, wondering if this was her attempt at being funny. But nothing else happened and he realized she was being serious. "W-what?"
"Afton Robotics designed us and created Circus Baby's Pizza World." She repeated. "With Mr. Afton missing, they were forced to consider his will. He left everything to his children, with the exception of a few pieces. Would you like to know what those were?"
"Maybe, some other time…" Eggs mumbled, dazed. He ended up sitting on her stage, feeling numb. "This…this is why I got the house…"
"A house was indeed part of his will." Ballora nodded.
He took in a deep breath, holding it. He then released it shakily as he tried to calm himself down. "I got a note saying everything was paid off…what does that even mean?"
"Mr. Afton is survived with a large amount of wealth. It was put aside when he went missing, and with it, the family home was paid off and all things included such as: utilities, water, trash, electricity-"
"Okay I get it." He cut her off as he ran a hand through his hair. "So…that's all…mine?"
Ballora nodded. "Of course, there are legalities. There is a buzz going about currently, with the newest head of the company trying to find a time to speak with you. They are discussing with others about buying the company from you."
"How do you know that?" He asked, frowning.
"While I am hooked into the system, there are….others that are keeping an eye on anything that might be worrisome to us." She explained awkwardly, and Eggs realized she must mean their wire friend. "There have been talk of altering our designs, but they could not until they owned us. They do not. You do."
He froze again. "You're shitting me."
She tilted her head. "You know that is quite impossible for me to do, Eggs."
He managed to laugh at that, but it died quickly. He…owned the animatronics here? He remembered them being quite vehement about him being important; was this why? But how could they have known when even he didn't? He rubbed at his eyes, snorting. A few days ago, he couldn't even afford to go to the hospital. Now he was apparently rather rich.
"What do they wanna do to you guys?" Eggs asked.
Ballora paused, faltering slightly. He watched her as she apparently struggled before shaking his head. "Okay don't tell me then."
"It is not the changes that worry us." She finally confessed, doing her best to shrug. "Was there anything else you'd like to know?"
Eggs hesitated, opening and closing his mouth for a moment. "…No. I think, that's all good enough for now." He stood up, clearing his throat. "Though, uh, I spent time with Freddy and Bonbon, with Foxy, and even managed to read a bit to Baby. But…you know, haven't really done anything…here?"
He felt like a little kid asking his older sister to hang out so he could be cool. His face burned slightly, huffing to himself. Maybe Ballora would just beat him up and take his lunch money at this point.
"There is not much I am able to, Eggs." She said, making a motion with her arms. Or, tried to since the most she could do was shrug slightly. "I am made for dancing. While there is no shame in it, I find males do not share the enthusiasm to do so when they are your age."
"Maybe but they aren't like me. I happen to be a fucking master of ballet." He mumbled, thinking.
She began clicking. Great, he hadn't even started and she was laughing at him. She began moving slowly, showing him poses and how to then move from each one. Eggs honestly wasn't expecting this; it felt almost like what he'd heard about learning karate growing up. It was exhausting. He was lagging a bit, some of the forms made his ribs ache with old pain, but he was finally making some less than graceful progress when his HandyUnit went off.
"We ask that you keep a careful eye out when you leave, as we are experiencing some difficulties in certain areas of the facility. Please keep a dutiful eye out and we will see you again tomorrow."
"Difficulties? What does that even mean?" He wondered, glancing at Ballora.
"There was an error in one of the Observatories. Something unlocked the doors." She paused, and Eggs realized just how quiet it was now that they were paying attention. "If anything were to happen, yell for us."
Eggs almost rolled his eyes. "Yes mom."
He began walking towards the vent, not minding that she kept pace with him. "Do you know what you'll tell them if someone asks about selling us?"
He paused, having completely forgotten about that. "Oh…uh, I dunno. I guess it seems pretty weird…I mean, what were the chances I started working here when it turns out my dad owned the place?"
"There was no chance." She answered honestly.
"What, you think I was destined to come here?" He snorted. "I don't like that kind of thinking."
"Then perhaps you were called. If you had not, you would never have known what happened to your family." Ballora pointed out softly.
Eggs frowned at that. "I still don't though…"
"But you are much closer to knowing than ever before, are you not?"
He couldn't argue that. Most of his life he thought maybe his dad and brother had gotten attacked or mugged or something and never found. Instead, the answers were worse than anything he could've imagined but he had them. What had Mike said? He had trouble remembering, having been correctly freaking out at the time.
Caleb had done something to Shawn that killed him. And dad killed Caleb for it. He sighed; part of him thought maybe not knowing would be better. He rather liked thinking he had a normal, decent family. But he was also a firm believer in knowing the truth no matter how much it hurt. He paused at the vent and glanced at where the ballerina was standing.
"I'll be visiting Foxy tomorrow…But, I dunno, they mentioned finding a way to get over on this side. So if they manage, we can…do something…as long as it's not Red Light Green Light." He grumbled, glaring in the direction of the Breaker Room.
"We should manage that. We have…ways." Ballora mused.
"Yeah yeah keep being vague and weird."
He left her behind, pausing in the control module to pat himself off and stretch slightly; his muscles ached from doing weird movements all night. He headed for the elevator and as he began the ride back up to the surface, a hand went to his pocket. The lone house key was heavy but he couldn't rid himself of it. Sighing, rubbed at his eyes and thought maybe he should visit Freddy's; Jeremy was obviously reluctant to talk about William but…he needed to talk to someone.
Not tonight. He bit his lip, frowning as he thought. He should give both himself and Jeremy time to mull it over. Tomorrow he'd go there and talk to Jeremy and Mike and get the full story of what had happened. What William did, what was wrong with him and he'd talk to Chica. And just to ease his mind over the whole thing, he'd stop by somewhere and get himself something nice. He didn't have a budget to eat out often but maybe he could splurge a little this one time. It wasn't every week you nearly died and then found out your family had part in a urban legend.
He stepped on to the street and paused. A car was parked on the road; no big deal, except there was a man leaning against it. Eggs stared at him, wondering if it was worth making a break for it. Before he could make up his mind though, the guy began walking towards him.
"Alex Afton?" He asked, hands in a very expensive looking coat.
Eggs sighed. So much for that. "Yeah?"
The man offered a hand and reluctantly, Eggs shook it. His hands were calloused and rough. "My name's Henry. I doubt you remember me anymore huh?"
"Can't say the name rings a bell, but you clearly know me."
"I was your father's business partner." Eggs stiffened, eyes wide. "I was there when he took you in. Thought maybe he was pushing himself, already having three small kids…We've been trying to find you for a few years you know."
"Well you found me." He mumbled. After talking to Ballora, he had a feeling he knew what this guy was after.
Henry nodded, staring at his face a little too intently. "I can't believe after all this time you were here, the whole time. Guess you're more like your father than we could have imagined." Eggs had to fight the churning in his stomach. "Our records show that you've received the key we sent you. I wanted to meet with you before furthering along the rest of your inheritance."
"Yeah, explored the house earlier…Real, uh…real nostalgia trip." He mumbled softly, mostly to himself.
The man finally looked away, reaching for something in his pocket. He pulled out an envelope and offered it, Eggs taking it slowly. Henry gave a deep sigh, obviously thinking hard about something as he stared at the sidewalk pavement.
"What do you think of family, Alex?" He asked suddenly.
Eggs frowned, running his hands over the paper. It was stiff and expensive. "Usually they're the ones that let you down the most."
Henry gave a sad, empty laugh. "Your father put family above everything else, except maybe his work sometimes. He was there when…" He stopped and cleared his throat. "Losing Shawn and Cindy changed something deep in him you know. He spoke a lot of what he planned for you after that. I think you were a bit of his lifeline at the time but then he was…gone."
Eggs gritted his teeth. Plans for him? What, did he want to wipe the blood of Caleb off his hands and use those same hands to- No. He couldn't think of it. He felt the beginning of his stomach twisting and turning and he felt ill. This man either had no idea what kind of monster he was or he knew and hid it well. Either option made him trust Henry less.
"With your information that's been in the system, we'll be moving your father's wealth over to you. Shouldn't be any problems, less the banks get wary and call. We'll deal with it if that happens. That envelop contains anything William wanted to get through to you. He left a few things, but we sent them when it was clear he wasn't coming back." The man explained, turning towards his car.
"I…own this place, don't I?" Eggs asked hesitantly, staring at his back.
He paused at the car door. "A rather large portion of it, yes. We'll be in touch to discuss business but you've had a long night. I'll let you go over your inheritance in peace."
Eggs watched him drive off and looked down at the paper in his hands. He glanced back at where he entered Circus Baby's briefly before heading towards home. He paused at the door; usually he wanted to just sit in front of his TV and eat a bowl of popcorn but he suddenly felt empty. He had no appetite. He just went to his couch and opened the envelop slowly.
It was some legal papers, like the house title and title of land. Names of the companies that did the electricity and water for the house. He put them all aside, knowing he'd need to deal with it all later. Then there was the inheritance paper, listing everything that his dad gave away. The house was his. His parts of the company both in Circus Baby's and Fazbear Entertainment. Names of animatronics that he didn't even recognize and some he did. Money; more money than Eggs could even begin to think about or imagine.
His hands were shaking as he stared at it. He couldn't even pinpoint why he was upset. He put the will down and threw his glasses aside as he rubbed at his eyes. He wouldn't cry; he'd cried over this man too many times in his youth and he couldn't do it again know what he was. But the tears came anyway and he furiously wiped them away.
"What am I supposed to do…" He whispered to himself, running a hand through his hair.
He could change things.
He froze in his spot as he thought. He knew of Freddy's history; the deaths and disappearances that were entirely caused by his own family. He was too young to even begin to think of the tragedies at the time, but he felt the weight of them all at once. Why had he done it? He suddenly wished he had a chance to see this so-called ghost of his dad just so he could talk to him.
He ended up sleeping on his couch again. When he woke up, he wished he was surprised to see the old, beat up Fredbear plush sitting on the coffee table next to the papers. He sighed, wiping the sleep from his eyes and having to try to find where his glasses had ended up. He then looked at the plush and decided he didn't have time to worry about it.
"Don't mess up anything." He said to instead and left the apartment.
He had a bit of trouble finding the apartment, since he didn't remember arriving, only leaving. He glanced at his phone briefly to see what time it was; six in the afternoon. He'd woken up early for his usual schedule. He'd regret it later, but if he was desperate enough he could leave work early…if the animatronics would allow that.
He knocked on what he was sure was the right door. He heard grumbling and shuffling around, cursing when something got knocked over. And then Mike opened the door, looking exhausted. He paused, seemingly needing a moment before he realized who was standing there and he perked up.
"Eggs, what are you doing here?" He asked, looking immediately concerned.
He rolled his eyes despite himself. "You got a second?"
He let himself in before Mike could respond. He heard the guard mumble something under his breath before closing the door behind them. He then shuffled over and poured two mugs of coffee; Eggs had no idea how old it was but didn't complain as he drank it.
"What's up? I mean…" Mike cut himself off. He likely didn't want to upset him. "You had some things to deal with."
Eggs nodded. "Well, when you find out your dad is a serial killer that murdered your brother and his friends, sometimes you need to think things over."
Mike flinched like he'd been hit. Which, speaking of, Eggs frowned and remembered that he'd hit Jeremy. The guy deserved it of course but he wasn't a fan of hitting someone disabled. He sighed and took a few more sips to calm down.
"I got an inheritance."
Mike stiffened, eyes wide. Eggs pretended not to see as he began tracing the rim of his cup as he thought. The thought that struck him in the late night as he passed out; it was so silly and simple and not like him. He liked his privacy, and yet after being locked in a room alone for months and years sometimes privacy was…overrated. And finding people like that understood…
"There's a house, grew up in it. Not far from Circus Baby's and not that far from Freddy's when I think about it." He began, trying to seem nonchalant. "Pretty weird to walk in and see your room just as you left it when you were little."
Mike frowned. "That would be hard…Are you okay?"
"You keep asking that and I won't be." Eggs grumbled, scowling. "He also left me some money. Well, I'm not one to really keep old stuff and I could have the house cleared out in…three days I think is even pushing it. Maybe another day to move new things in…And I dunno, I just don't think I can be there on my own, you know?"
He had begun pacing without realizing it. Mike was just staring at him like he was insane. Maybe he was. He sighed and looked around the apartment.
"I know you and Jeremy just moved in together not too long ago right?" He asked.
"Few months now. Just makes it easier, you know, splitting the rent and stuff but-" Mike froze, realization dawning on him. "Whoa, Eggs, are you…suggesting we…?"
Eggs shrugged. "I don't want to be there on my own, and while I can certainly afford a new place to stay, it's…paid off. If I don't get someone in there with me, I think I'll have it torn down and never touch it again."
"You can't do that! I mean, sure your dad makes it all a bit…uncomfortable but your siblings lived there too you know." Mike argued.
He shrugged again. "Yes, keeping the house we used to live in is definitely helping them in death."
"…You want us to move into this house?" Mike asked slowly.
Eggs wanted to get annoyed; he didn't need to spell it out did he? But he knew Mike wasn't trying to get him to admit it out loud as some kind of dominance. He was trying to be kind; the loser never seemed to think of how this crap would benefit him. And as the Head Guard stood there, careful not to touch him, Eggs found that he could…appreciate that for once.
"Yeah. When's your lease up?"
Mike stared a moment before collapsing against the kitchen counter and sighed. "You can't…expect us to just move in rent free right?"
"Why not? Circus Baby's is paying for all that crap." Eggs said.
"You really want to be reliant on a shady group with animatronics that have been hunting you until a week ago?" Mike deadpanned.
Well, that was quite the point. Eggs huffed. "Okay fine, we'll discuss rent. But if you and Jeremy had a moment, I wanted to run you guys buy it while I hire some people to clear it all out. I want everything in that house burned."
Mike had that stupid puppy dog face; apparently the idea of ridding himself of any form of remembrance of his siblings didn't sit well with Mike. But the guy had a family worth remembering. Eggs had a brother that killed a brother, a sister he didn't remember and a brother that might've been nonexistent with how much he couldn't recall anything about him. All his memories were of Caleb and William.
"Don't you give me some shitty speech about family and bonds." He snapped suddenly, feeling oddly angry suddenly. "You know what they did for me? They got themselves killed and left me on my own. And I wasn't important enough for my dad to consider when he ran off to cut up some kids. So fuck them. I want a new start in that house and I want it to have people that don't make me wanna shoot myself in it."
Neither of them said anything for a while. Eggs was trying to breathe and calm down; he was finding himself having more outbursts lately. Maybe this was from everything that was going on? He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He glanced at Mike and saw the man staring at a picture on the counter near the door. It was an older woman; his mom then. He wanted to roll his eyes.
"Jeremy and I have Sunday off." He said softly.
Eggs nodded, rubbing his arm unconsciously. "You don't have to. I mean, if its weird."
To his surprise, Mike laughed. "I said the same thing to Jeremy when I asked him to move in. Eggs, if you experience anything to do with the Fazbear company, you get…messed up. It's good for us to stick together. Though…" He paused, thinking. "Do you have room for Mark and Fritz?"
Two more? Eggs shifted. "Someone…would have to take…his room."
The room went silent and cold. He was amazed to see the instant scowl and hate on Mike's normally friendly face. "We'll…talk that over while we're looking it over."
"Fine. Then…then I'll come by tonight. Jeremy wanted me to talk to Chica I guess." Eggs shrugged uselessly. "I guess he wants me to have some kind of heart to heart with her, but it's not like I can remember what he did to me."
"Eggs," Mike cut in and he looked uncomfortable. "You shouldn't…I mean, you know, don't assume anything. Maybe…"
"Oh yes, maybe he was molesting me on accident while we discussed how much he loved me." Eggs sneered and Mike went pale. Clearly the man wasn't used to discussing thing kind of thing and he sure wasn't either but part of him liked making everyone uncomfortable with it; they couldn't even begin to understand what he was going through. "Can we stop talking about it now so I can get going or are you going to dance around calling my dad a pedophile some more?"
Mike took a deep breath. "I meant that you don't know how far it went. And while remembering it is difficult and I can't begin to understand it, not knowing may be…worse."
He was leaving something unspoken in the air. Eggs frowned, staring at him hard. Not knowing…it was true. He didn't know how far that night went. But what did that have to do with him talking to Chica? The robot must remember what happened to that unnamed girl but so what?
"It is worse." He finally muttered softly.
"Let me…take you out to eat and you can tell me how work is going." Mike suddenly offered, and began walking off down a hallway Eggs barely recognized. "Jeremy can meet us there, he should be done soon. Maybe we can even see the house afterwards, plan out what goes where."
He hesitated before ruffling Eggs' hair. The younger man scowled at him. "Really?"
"We going to be roommates then you better get used to it. And I know you have the whole, 'independence' thing going for you, but really, Alex. Jeremy and I are here if you need to talk to us." Mike said.
"You have got to be the sappiest loser I've ever met." Eggs huffed and began heading for the door as the guard changed his shirt. "Hurry up would you? I'm starving."
He waited at the door as Mike caught up and they began heading out. The guard guided him to a diner and wasn't surprised when the waitresses knew him by name. Eggs sighed and followed along obediently.
"Thanks." He said suddenly.
Mike paused as they both sat down in a booth. "For what?"
Eggs shrugged. "Telling me the truth. Agreeing to come with me. Like you said, people like us should stick together or else we might go insane."
"It's true. Look at Jeremy, Mark and I couldn't have come at a better time or else we would've lost him." Mike said, only half joking.
They sat there for a bit in silence, waiting for their food and Mike had insisted on milkshakes for some reason. Jeremy was on his way. Eggs was surprised to find himself content sitting there; his brain had stopped whirling and thinking and analyzing and it was such a good reprieve. He leaned back in the booth and suddenly smirked.
"You know what else I inherited?"
Mike looked up, on guard but open to listen. "What?"
Eggs' smirk widened. "I'm your boss."
Xxxxxx
To all the kind people sending me asks on tumblr: you guys can see the future or something because y'all saw the moving in thing coming like a beacon haha.
LGoA
