Hey everyone, sorry for the very...long delay on this chapter. I'll post another chapter later on in the afternoon too, to feed your hunger for updates. :P) And I'm sorry if you find grammatical errors, usually I put each chapter through "Grammarly" to check for errors, but I wanted to hurry and post this for you instead of making you wait any longer.
Jeremy shifts in his swivel chair, lazily checking the cameras. Mike had ran off randomly with a determined look on his face, this worried Jeremy, especially since he hadn't come back yet. But he trusted that Mike knew what he was doing.
Just as he finished that thought he heard a grunt come from the hallway and quickly turned the flashlight on to investigate. The bright beam lands on Foxy, holding a unconscious and bleeding Mike Schmidt. Jeremy begins to hyperventilate seeing his seemingly dead friend. He past-out in his chair just as Starlet came into the office.
"Jeremy. Jeremy wake up!" Starlet says shaking the young boy's shoulder. He groans and sits up properly, "…Starlet? I-I had a t-terrible dream! M-Mike…he was ki-killed by F-Foxy and-" His eyes widen as he sees the pirate standing in the corner, arms crossed, looking at Jeremy crossley, "It would seem ye be givin ole Foxy a bad name eh matey?" Jeremy stares at him, at a loss for words. He glances down to the pirate's left and sees Mike slumped in a chair.
"M-Mike!" He exclaims standing up. "That's why we brought him here, I figured you'd know what to do," Starlet says placing a hand on Jeremy's shoulder. He shakes a bit, traumatized by seeing his friend so beat up. He opens the bottom desk drawer and pulls out a first aid kit. "I d-don't know m-much on treating people, b-but I can try," He says making his way over to Mike. He almost faints again seeing the amount of blood but holds himself together.
"S-so how'd this h-happen?" Jeremy asks as he wraps a bandage around the cut on Mike's head. "Aye, I'd like to know as well lassie. What be going on?" Starlet draws in a breath. "Well…Vincent-" "Vincent! Y-you mean to tell me h-he did this to Mike! H-he co-could have killed h-him!" Jeremy shrieks. "Keep ye pants on boyo, and let the lass explain." Foxy nods for Starlet to continue.
"I was talking to Vincent about his…past…well he got mad with me, and asked why I wanted to know, when I didn't answer he tried to hit me, then Mike came in and tackled him to the ground. I ran off to find help, and found Foxy…But when we came back Vincent was gone and we found Mike like this on the floor…" Jeremy nodded then handed Starlet an icepack, "H-here, place this on h-his shoulder, there's a l-large bruise t-there, it m-may be dislocated."
After about a couple of minutes, Mike began to come to. "Hu-wha? My…head," he grumbled through clenched teeth. "Hey it's ok Mike, just take it easy," Starlet says, making sure he wasn't going to jump out of the seat." "S-Starlet…Are you al…alright? Vincent…" She places a hand on Mike's shoulder, "I'm fine, but unfortunately, you're not, please stay still." "Where…Am I?" He asks, looking around the room. Things began to blur before becoming clear again.
Foxy looks down at him, curiously. "Aye, how you doin' Mikey?" He asks. Mike glances up at the fox, confused. "F-Foxy? I must…be dreaming," He stammers. The pirate chuckles at this, "I be afraid ye aren't, boyo." Mike's eyes widen a bit, "St-Stay…away from…m-me!" He weakly exclaims, trying to get out of his chair. "Mike n-no!" Jeremy panics trying to keep him down.
"It's just Foxy, he helped you get out of the Parts and Service room," Starlet explains. "Helped me! That'd be the first…" He says sarcastically. "Mike please stop moving, you need to rest, you took quite a beating," She pleads to him. He reluctantly does as she says and holds still while she and Jeremy wrap more bandages around his bruises and cuts.
"So ye lied to us to protect the night guards did ye?" Foxy said, arms lazily crossed. Starlet looked at the ground knowing this wasn't going to end well. "Yes…I did it because I didn't want them to get murdered." She then shot Foxy a look, "And come to think of it, you almost did murder Jeremy." He rubs the back of his head, "Yes well…" "I know you all have your reasons to hate them, but seriously, don't go around killing them, no need to go to extremes," She tells him glancing over at Jeremy who had fallen asleep with Mike.
"Aye that may be true, but the others may not be as easy to convince as me." He points out, leaning against the wall. Starlet nods sadly, "You're right about that. But first thing's first, we need to keep Mike safe. I don't know if Vincent will try to hurt him again, he is a…murderer after all." Foxy flinched as she said Vincent and murderer. "Oh sorry, I didn't mean to-" "Aye, it'd be fine lass, nothing old Foxy can't handle," He says cutting her off, smiling reassuringly. She smiles back and turns her attention to Mike and Jeremy while Foxy watched the hallway.
Starlet was busy the next day, there were more people in the pizzeria than usual and it was beginning to be difficult to keep up with them. More than 40 kids were squealing, crying, and screaming. "This is madness!" She exclaims. "You're telling me!" A waitress huffs as she walks by. Starlet glances over to the Prize Corner and sees a little boy try and take a stuffed toy while Marion and Melody were distracted.
She rushes over and picks the kid up before he can snatch the toy, "I'm sorry sweetie, but you can't just take that." The young boy squints up his face like he had just eaten something sour. With a big puff of air he bursts out crying, "But I want it!" Starlet flinches as he screams loudly. Soon he begins to attract attention to them. "Great," she sighs. Just then the child was scooped up out of her arms by some unknown being. Confused she glances to her right and sees the devil himself.
Vincent is holding the child in his left arm and with his free hand he lays five dollars on the counter and picks up the toy the boy wanted so desperately. "Here you go kiddo!" He laughs pleasantly, handing him the toy. The boy immediately stops crying and hugs it to his chest, "Thanks mister!" After Vincent sets him down he glares up at Starlet and sticks his tongue out, then runs off. This makes the male laugh. "Looks like I'm better with kids, and I'm not even the good guy," He winks to her then heads off. "Bipolar much?" She mumbles under her breath.
LATER THAT NIGHT
Starlet walks into the office, a prize box from Marion's Corner behind her back. "Hey Mike," she says quietly. Mike looks up at her, he had a black eye, a large white bandage wrapped around his head, left hand and right shoulder. "Hey Starlet," he sighs back. "Feeling any better?" "What kind of question is that?" he scoffs. Starlet smiles, "At least you haven't lost your sarcastic nature." Jeremy laughs but stops when Mike shoots him a look. Mike chuckles then ruffles his hair, "I'm just teasing." Jeremy quickly fixes his hair and smiles back.
"Hey I brought you something Mike," Starlet smiles pulling the box out from behind her back. Mike looks at it, interested. "What is it?" He asks. She hands him the box. He opens the lid and stares at the present inside, then smiles up at her, "Really?" he holds up a Foxy plushy. Starlet giggles at his reaction. "Yep. Hope you feel better soon, see you later," She calls over her shoulder as she makes her way out of the room. Jeremy moves closer to Mike to get a look at the toy then laughs. Mike smirks and tosses it in his face, making them both laugh.
