Bonnie POV

(This is later on the same day that Chica and Mangle skipped school)

"Spring, I'm home!" I yelled up at my younger brother. Silence.

"He must be upstairs." I muttered. He did love to draw and invent. I walked upstairs, and sure enough, there he was.

"Oh, hi Bonnie!" he said, hearing the door open.

How does he have such good hearing, yet doesn't at the same time?

"I was just drawing." He said, turning back to his desk. I looked at the eye he was drawing.

"Wow, that's really good!" I smiled.

"Thank you." He muttered shyly.

"You know, when you go to school tomorrow, you should join the art and robotics clubs. They're on different days, and you wouldn't be cooped up in here all the time."

"They have a robotics club?" He asked in surprise.

"Yeah. Didn't I tell you about it?" I grabbed my apron for one of my jobs. "I have to go to work now. I'll see you later!" I walked out the door as I heard Spring say goodbye as well.

I felt a bit bad. 10 years old, and he had to take care of himself. But if I didn't work, neither of us would get supported, thanks to my shitty father. But as far as I knew, Spring knew none of it. As far as he knew, I just worked at a diner down the street. He didn't know I worked several jobs just to support the two of us. I worked at the diner right after school, then I worked a night shift at an ice cream parlor. I also worked at the diner on Saturdays and Sundays. Just to support myself and Spring. Just like I had since we were disowned. I was 10, he was 4. I doubt he even remembers it.

But hey, with that brain of his, anything was possible.

Spring POV

As Bonnie left for his job at the diner, I stopped drawing, and opened my laptop that I had hurryingly closed as I heard him come home. I looked on Ebay.

"No offers." I muttered as I frustratingly pushed it away. I was trying to sell my work on Ebay. I wasn't an idiot, I knew that Bonnie was hiding something. Did he really think I didn't hear him come home at 2, 3 in the morning, exhaustingly mutter about work? And his shitty excuse that he hung out with friends on the weekend, when I knew he just worked at the diner?

That was my reason for hiding that I was selling my work. It didn't take a big brain to tell that the many hours of work were wearing him down. And I had a big brain. I wanted to make money so he didn't have to work 3, 4 hour shifts. We all knew it was illegal (By that I mean his employers and him, and me) to employ a 12-year old to work for that long, 7 days a week. They did it because they could hire him for a little less than minimum wage. Now that he legally could work, they've given him a raise, but it was not enough. Barely enough to live on. I got up and went to my closet. This was my Mum's old closet, if I recalled correctly. It was a walk in, which was perfect for inventing or drawing. I opened it to reveal my inventions- Several animatronics, 3 rabbits, and 2 foxes- that I planned to sell. I figured 1,000 dollars for one, and 4500 for all of them was a good price, for how long they had taken me. I reached into a drawer, which had some money in it from artwork I had sold. About 1,000 dollars worth.

"I'm going to confront him about working." I decided. "I can make enough money for both of us. He doesn't have to work so much, it's going to kill him." I checked back on my computer, and found that someone had offered to buy 2 of the rabbits and 1 of the foxes.

"Yes! Score!" We agreed that 3000 was a good price, and I grabbed a box, and went through the process of mailing it. There was just one problem.

"How do I get it to the post office?" I groaned. Then I realized. "Bonnie left his phone here!" I grabbed it and dialed a number that was to someone named 'Chica'.

"Hello?" The female voice answered.

"Hi, this is 'Chica', right?" I asked.

"..Yeah? Why are you asking this, Bonnie?" She asked.

Our voices aren't even similar! How did you mix us up? "Um, this is Spring, his brother." I said.

"Oh! Sorry." Chica said, sounding embarrased.

"Do you have a car? I need to deliver a package, and I don't have a ride." I explained.

"Sure, I'll be right there. Bonnie's house, right?" She asked.

"Yep. Thank you, Chica." I hung up, and grabbed the boxes. I went to the front door as Chica pulled up.

"Hi, you must be Spring, right?" She asked. I nodded. "Here, let me help you with that." She grabbed some of the boxes. We went into her car. "Where to?"

"The post office." I said.

"Coming right up!" We started the drive in slience. "So, does Bonnie know you're with me?"

"Nope." I said, popping the p. "He's at work."

"Work?" She frowned. "What about your parents?" I was silent at that.

"I-I see..." She frowned again.

"Disowned." I said in a flat voice. "Mum died and my father disowned us. Bonnie's been supporting us since our little bit of money ran out when he was 12."

"Oh, I'm sorry...Wait, isn't that illegal?" She asked, alarm in her eyes.

"Yep. They did it because he was willing to be paid less than minimum wage. We were that desperate."

"Who does he work for?" She asked briskly, startling me.

'The diner down the street from 4 PM to 7 PM on weekdays, and 9 AM to 5 PM on weekends, and the ice cream parlor from 10 PM to 2 or 3 AM on weekdays." I said.

"He's going to kill himself with those hours!" Chica said as she pulled into the parking lot.

"I know." I opened the door. "You can stay here, I can go in by myself."

"No, you're not." She said. "You're clearly younger than me, Spring. I'm not letting you go in by yourself."

"I'm no idiot, Chica. I know not to go with strangers, even if they offer me candy." I retorted.

"I'm coming with you, and that's that. Besides, you need help with the packages." She said. I sighed.

"Alright, let's go." I relented. She held the ones with the rabbits, and I held the fox. We delivered the packages and got back in the car. Chica's phone started ringing.

"Hello?" I answered, because she was driving.

"Oh, Spring, there you are!" I heard Bonnie sigh in relief.

"I ran an errand and asked Chica to give me a ride." I explained.

"Whew, I'm glad that I found you on the first try." Bonnie scolded gently. "Next time, please leave me a note."

"Aren't you supposed to be at work?" I asked.

"Early day. I walked in and worked for a little bit, then they told me to go home, there wasn't going to be much business." He said. "What were you delivering?"

"I'll tell you when I get home." I replied. "You have some things to come clean about, too."

"What are you talking about?" I could hear him frowning. I hung up.

"Rude." Chica chided.

"Hey, better to make him worry. People who are a bit worried are more likely to tell the truth." I said. "I'm not going to stress him out anymore. He already stresses enough."

*A/N Hey guys! So, I'm starting to go into more backstories.

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