If you haven't noticed by now, this story now features mpreg! Whether you're for it, or against it, this is the direction I've decided to go in. See if you can catch any possible foreshadows of it in this chapter. ;)


After working yet an even longer day, Jack and Jeremy both went at the end of their shifts at seven to get Gretchen from the security office. But when they got there, she was nowhere to be found, only Patrick, who offered a greeting as he began to pack up for the day.

"Hello guys!" he said cheerfully. "How was the shift?"
Ignoring his question, Jack asked, "What happened to Gretchen? Is she in the bathroom or something?"
"Oh, Gretchen." Patrick said, disengaged. "She… uh… vanished? Yeah, that's the word: vanished."
"What do you mean by, 'vanished'?"
"Well you see, Mr. Fazbear came into the office for something, but he never quite got to it because of this blinding white light. Gretchen was sitting there, and then, poof! She wasn't there."
"How long ago did this happen?"
"Near opening."

Jack cursed, but yet in a sense relived. One less person to worry about in this universe who didn't belong. An inappropriate grin plastered his face, given the circumstances.

A few moments passed and Jeremy nudged Jack on his shoulder. "Come on, we need to get home, and besides, you have that packet to do!"
"Oh! Yeah I should do that. See you tomorrow Patrick!"
"See you tomorrow!"

While they walked out of the office, heading towards the exit, Jack decided to call Gretchen. Hopefully she wasn't doing anything important.


December 5th, 2014 – Jack's True Timeline, at the local police station.

Gretchen was completely detached from the current situation she was in. It was a press conference or release or something for Jack, and his parents were speaking. Considering she knew what had happened to him already, she was over by the refreshments table while Jack's parents were finishing their plea for their son to be found and returned.

She just finished some sort of pastry when her phone started to ring. It was quiet, but still rude to the live broadcast happening. Quickly, she answered it, and moved to the back of the room.

"Hey." she said, figuring it would be an appropriate greeting for whomever would be on the other end.
"Where the hell are you?" the voice on the other end replied. It was Jack.
"Home, though it was weird," she began, "I was sitting there, and then all of a sudden, back home!"
"Weird. Were you thinking about something?"
"Yeah, I was! I was about how much I would miss my family if I couldn't get back, and my girlfriend, and a few others."

There was a silence on the other end, except for a shout.

"What was that for?" Gretchen asked, irritated.
"I think I just figured it out!" Jack said. "The 'time travel' deal."
"Alright, out with it!"
"Well since you had a strong desire to be back with the people you care about, you went back to our time. It should explain why I got here in the first place too."
"Your strong desire to fuck Bonnie?"
"Shut up."

Gretchen was roaring, as quietly as she could, but she then became very somber.

"Wait, so does this mean you won't be back?" she asked.
After a long pause, Jack replied, "I guess so. Sure I'll miss my family and all, but it won't be as strong as your desire to come back. Let's face it, I love my parents and all, but things have been on the rocks with them a bit, and other things have just annoyed me. I don't have a girlfriend or a boyfriend to come back for. Sure I'll miss you and the others, but I feel like this is my home."

Gretchen stood there. It was true, she was very saddened by this news, but she understood her friend completely. He wanted someone, and he got him, along with a fresh start on a new life.

"So I guess this is goodbye?" Gretchen said.
"Not really," Jack began, "If we still talk every now and then, it'll be fine. However, this is like goodbye, considering how the two universes aren't in sync."
"Do you plan on calling your parents at all?"
"I should, but I'm going to wait a bit, and maybe send them some pictures via text."
"Well right now your mom seems pretty upset, and so does your dad."
"How so?"
"On the account that your mom is crying, and your dad seems worried, then yes, they are upset."
"Oh. That's pretty sad. Are you with them?"
"At the press conference thing for them asking for information to bring you back."
"And you're talking to me in the same room!? Luckily nobody is watching the line. Well, maybe the NSA, but I don't think they'll care since we aren't terrorists. Oh, we're back at the apartment. If we don't talk again, I hope things go well for you, and wish the others the same."
"And same to you and Bonnie."
"Goodbye Gretchen, may we talk again someday."
"Bye Jack."

Without any fanfare, the two hung up. Gretchen looked up at the stage area and saw that his parents were done, and the press conference seemed to be wrapping up.


Freddy's – 11 PM, Kid's Cove.

The animatronics were sitting around and chatting happily away, waiting for Jack to arrive to begin his shift.

Over in one corner, Mangle was sitting with his older brother.

"So did you meet that girl Chica was talking about?" Mangle asked Foxy.
"No I didn't get to." Foxy replied. "Didn't she leave or something?"
"I think so. I wanted to get to know her, she seemed pretty cool."
"Aye, she did."
"Do you think Jack would mind if I asked him tonight?"
"He wouldn't, but I think Bonnie had something planned to do with him."
"Well I'll go in first thing, so I won't interrupt them."
"Ok, just don't startle him. He is kind of skittish."
"What do you mean?"
"Did you forget about his first day already?"
"Oh yeah. Yeah, I won't do anything to scare him."

The two then continued to talk. Meanwhile, the Marionette and Balloon Boy were having a pleasant conversation. The Chica sisters were talking with Bonnie and Freddy about their relationships.

However one conversation was going on in hushed whispers, which one who was close enough could pick up bits and pieces of. This was how Bon Bon and Toy Freddy's conversation was going down. They didn't recognize, or care, that Goldie was sitting near them in the corner, hearing what they had to say.

Goldie didn't quite know what to think of it, considering he didn't know the whole picture, but what he picked up on was indeed peculiar.

"…so I'll lure him away from…." Goldie heard Bon Bon say.
"…in Parts and Service?" Toy Freddy had asked.
"Yes…."
"…whoa! No you wouldn't do that?"
"Oh but I would."
"Though it would mean…."
"…yes I know I would be…."
"…with his…."
"…no dummy, yours! I'll just frame him…."
"Oh I see now, so we will…."
"Yeah, and once we know that I am pre…"
"…you'll go off and get him to follow you…"
"…and with me…"
"…so he'll get fired?"
"More than likely."
"Couldn't they test?"
"They would take my word over his, besides…"
"Yeah, he is into some weird stuff…"
"…so when are we going to do it?"
"Uh… shouldn't we wait?"
"But how long?"
"Like a month? Or at least until they do it."
"How do you know...?"
"I have my sources."
"Could we force them to also be…?"
"Expecting? Sure thing."

That's when Goldie had enough. He moved away, and tried to forget what he had heard, considering he couldn't place who they were talking about. Jack? Probably. Though it sounded like they were talking about taking their relationship further, and having babies? They only kissed yesterday morning! Couldn't they slow things down a bit?

"Something on your mind Goldie?" Mangle asked. "You seem troubled."
Goldie snapped out of his daze to see Mangle in front of him. He lied, "No, I'm just thinking about some stuff."
"Like you and Mike?"
"Uh, sure. Yeah."
"Alright, I'll leave you to it. I'm off to get to the office before midnight, and I only have a few minutes."
"See you later."

Mangle then left, and Goldie glanced up at the clock. It was less than five to midnight. How much time did he spend listening to Bon Bon and Toy Freddy? Must have been awhile.

"Hey Goldie, come join us!" Freddy hollered to his brother.
"What are you doing?" Goldie asked, heading towards his brother and his two friends.
"We're going to go play in the game area, and I want you on my team so we can crush Bonnie and Chica."
"Hey we will crush you!" Chica said, getting into it.
"I'm game." Goldie said. "Let's go."


Freddy's, a few minutes after midnight.

Jack had practically raced to the pizzeria from Jeremy's apartment. He had with him most of the packet that Mr. Fazbear had given him earlier, since he slept when he got home. Having overslept, he didn't do most of the work, or any of it, and didn't get anything to eat. Hopefully there would be something in the kitchen.

Double checking to make sure that he locked the door this time, he hurried off to the office. In a few short moments he made it, but jumped in fright at the sight on the ceiling, and he dropped his books and papers, as well has his uniform's hat.

It was Mangle, and he was on the ceiling. After he heard all the commotion, he dropped down and started to help pick up the papers with Jack.

"Sorry about that." Mangle said, ashamed. "I was waiting for you, and sometimes I forget that waiting on the ceiling isn't acceptable."
"No you're fine," Jack began, "I just wasn't expecting you there, and I was running late. Even one of the Chica's standing here eating pizza would have frightened me!"

Mangle laughed at that. In a few minutes, they had picked up the papers, and it seemed to have gone by quicker thanks to Mangle's extra… arms? Jack's hat was still on the ground, but Mangle picked it up, and put it on his head.

"Thank you Mangle." Jack said.
"No problem." Mangle replied. "It was the least I could do for scaring you."
"Now then, did you have something you wanted to talk about?"
"Yes, I want to know more about your friend, Gretchen. She seems like she's a very amazing person. Plus, something tells me she won't be around much anymore."
"Sadly, she won't, but I can tell you about her…"

So Jack began to multitask: tell Mangle about Gretchen, do his schoolwork, and check the cameras.