Five Nights, One Foxy Chapter 13
A/N: Hellooo! I'm back with the next chapter! :D
Wow, you guys are fast. Within fifteen minutes after I posted the previous chapter, I had at least two new reviews. Are you guys like, stalking me or something? O_o
HellKing666: So many questions, so little answers...
Olivers shadow: Yes, very evil... :3
NightmareTheFoxWitch: Well, you know what they say; two night guards are better than one :P
SoulWriter5683: I'm glad you like it :) I'm obsessed with the game too! XD Although I just can't quite seem to beat 10/20 mode on FNAF 2 and it's making me mad. :P
yorkmaniac89: To be honest, I never planned on it. Maybe I will, but I would have to figure out a good plot line, and that takes almost weeks of thinking for me. This fic took almost a month of brainstorming scenarios, researching little Easter eggs in the games, and listening to fan-made songs and theories.
Cupcake12321: Stahp, you're making me blush! ^w^
Guest: Because Old Bonnie is a main character and Bonnie fans will be screaming at me if I don't include him. Plus, he's my second favorite :)
Guest: Sssshhhhh, don't spoil the plot... :P
November 25, 1998 11:39 AM
"So, how exactly did you hurt yourself again?" my mom asked, placing a bottle of painkillers on the table. Wordlessly I opened the bottle and popped a few pills into my mouth, washing them down with a swig of water.
"You didn't even tell the doctor what happened," she continued. She sat down in a chair across from me.
"Trust me. Neither of you would want to know," I replied.
"Natalie, I am your mother. Therefore, I need to find out what's going on," she pushed.
I sighed. "I just hurt myself at work, that's all." At least I was telling the truth.
"The night shift at that restaurant that you won't tell me the name of?"
"Yep. Can we drop the subject now?"
Mom slammed her fist on the table. "Natalie April Retter, unless you tell me the name of the place you're working at, I'll ground you again."
"I don't think you would be very happy with the answer," I said, trying to avoid the matter.
"And why wouldn't I be? I think it's great that you finally have a job, but how am I supposed to be proud if I can't even figure out where my daughter is working?! Are you selling drugs or something?"
"What?! Mom, I'm extremely offended that you would think so little of me!"
"I need an answer, young lady!"
"Fine!" I threw my hand up in the air. "I'm working as a security guard at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza!" The words were out before I had time to think.
A sudden silence filled the room. Mom's jaw hung open in shock, and I let my hands drop.
"What..." Her voice was dangerously low.
Uh oh.
"You mean to tell me that you're working at that...that...SATANIC, DEMONIC, TORTURE HOLE OF A PIZZERIA?!" she screamed, standing up.
(A/N: Bear with me. This is the best I could make it sound without too many curse words.)
"Geez Mom, calm down!" I exclaimed. "This is why I didn't want to tell you!"
"NO! I will NOT calm down! I can't believe MY DAUGHTER is working with THE DEVIL! Never mind that, you could have gotten KILLED, just like those other five children!"
"But I didn't."
"That's it! Natalie, you are BANNED from EVER going back to that h*llhole!"
"Mom, you can't ban me from my job!" I stood up too, despite the throbbing in my hip. Stupid painkillers. They're so slow.
"WATCH ME!" she hissed.
At that moment, I heard the distant chiming of the doorbell. We both froze in position.
"I'll get it," I said coldly, limping to the front door. I was surprised to see Mike there, waving into the window.
Mom always said Mike was a bad influence, but I could never see why. He was a freshman in college, with a major in engineering. Was it because he was unemployed, or the fact that he still visited his parents on a weekly basis? I couldn't see how that wasn't acceptable. He never did anything bad in school. He was a hard worker. He was weird sometimes, sure, but who wasn't?
Glad to see a friendly face, I opened the door. "Hey Mike."
"Hey Natalie," he replied, also smiling. He peered over my shoulder to look inside. "Has your mom cooled down yet?"
My smile vanished. "You heard?"
"Dude, New York could hear you two," he joked. I couldn't help but laugh. Stepping outside, I closed the door.
I quickly looked him over. Mike's dark brown hair was covered by a blue baseball cap. He wore a dark blue sweatshirt, jeans, and black and white sneakers. He was skinny, lacking the muscles other guys had. I didn't mind though; the tough guys were kind of annoying. His dark-chocolate brown eyes were also assessing me, looking for any big changes.
"Haven't seen you in a while. How's college?" I asked.
"Surprisingly fun. My dad always talks about how boring it is, but I like it," Mike remarked.
"Nerd," I teased.
"I'm not a nerd! You're a nerd, Ms. Calculus!" he protested, shoving me playfully.
I shoved him back. "Says Mr. Engineer."
We continued our banter for a while, finally stopping when I "accidentally" pushed Mike into the rose bushes.
"Now, why are you here?" I asked while helping him up.
He pulled a thorn out of his hand. "Since I'm going to help you with...your job...I was thinking we could, you know, look around. Maybe explore a bit."
"Sure," I said. He looked at me, surprised that I agreed so easily.
"What?" I asked. "I want to get to know my surroundings a little bit more before tonight." My hand unconsciously went to my hip.
Mike grinned. "Cool. We can take my car." he pointed with his thumb to his blue Corvette sitting in the driveway.
"You really like blue, don't you?" I asked.
"Yeah..."
I suddenly remembered the argument I had with my mom earlier. "We need to be sneaky. My Mom isn't...the biggest fan of me working at the pizzeria."
"Oh." Mike looked through the front window. "I don't think she's watching us. Let's go."
Quickly we race-walked over to Mike's car. I sat in the passenger seat, pushing away an empty soda bottle before sitting down. Mike cranked the engine and we sped off before my mom could catch us.
A/N: Yay, Mikey's here! :D But why is Natalie's mother so upset? Is it because of her craziness? We may never know... :3