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Sorry if the last chapter was a bit of a let-down, but trust me, I made this one funny, and really cute...especially the end.
As for now, just enjoy it, sorry if it's long.
Chapter 29- Being a dad
He wasn't really sure what exactly awoke him, but when he did, it wasn't a pleasant scene.
He had awoken by the sound of something being smashed, which sounded vaguely like the bowl of expensive Japanese candy that he was constantly telling Chica not to eat.
He groaned and tried to sit up. He figured he was going to have a word with her, simply because if her eating habits involved her waking up in the middle of the night and devouring whatever food that wasn't frozen or too high for her, he was probably going to have to give her sleeping pills or some kind of medicine to slow her hunger down.
But then again, that could wait, he should just sleep in this warm and cozy couch with a peace of mind…..
That idea and motive stuck in his head for a while until he felt something vaguely apple-like hit his head.
Now that was enough to make him mad, leave his cozy couch, and have a serious lecture with whoever threw that at him.
"Alright!" he said as he stood up from the couch with the apple in his hand "Who threw-"
When he had opened his eyes, he wasn't entirely sure what he was looking at was real or not.
On one side of the room, the children seemed to be fending off against similar looking-self creatures that were nine feet tall and had fangs. There was also a bunny that looked about his height that was trying to fend off both the monsters and his kids while holding a squirming Chica in the process.
All he could do was just stare at the scene the same way somebody would look if an asteroid had fallen into his living room.
They continued to fight for a few seconds until one of them turned his gaze at him, the monster that looked like Foxy, made a gasp which got the attention of the rest of the monsters and then his kids were all soon looking at him.
For a few brief moments, he thought that he may or may not have eaten some sort of alcoholic candy that was causing these hallucinations.
He moved around a little, and found that their gazes were heading in his direction.
In fact, they seemed to be looking at him the same way a vulture did when they were about to see somebody die or something.
Vincent didn't know if he was high or having a nightmare, but he didn't like what was going on.
"Daddy!" Foxy said as he broke the crowd and hugged him, which felt like a pretty real and non-intoxicated one.
"Daddy! There's these monsters that are trying to kill us-"
"Hey, we're trying to turn you back to normal!" The monstrous bunny said
"We are normal." Toy Chica rebuked
"No you're not!" The Monster fox said "He turned you into these things!"
Vincent didn't know why, but that fox's voice sounded...familiar as if he had heard the voice before, in a weird way, it sounded like Jack's...
"Yeah right!" Bonnie said "Daddy loves us and has always been here for us!"
"Loves you?!" The monstrous Chicken said "He killed you guys! In fact, he killed other people, How could you love him?!"
Automatically he felt like this argument was going south and fast. He rushed over to his desk and tried to find his Henry rifle or his grandmother's Super shotgun or if absolutely necessary, his Uncle's Thompson submachine gun.
"I don't think he could kill," Goldie said "Sure, he may shoplift the occasional tangerine or pizza, and maybe terrorize a vendor who cheated on us-"
"Specifically me." Maggie commented as she then hugged her pegasus and her fluffy tail curled around her legs.
"But I don't think he could ever do something like that." Goldie said "And besides, if we were killed, how are we still alive?"
Suddenly, the argument turned from what originally appeared to be an all-out-war into a courtroom battle for the approval of the kids.
"You're alive because I gave you life." Said a sad voice.
Vincent froze in mid search feeling his hand go over a box of ink.
That voice..it was the voice of….
He turned around and found someone that he really didn't expect to be there.
There, suspended in midair, was the Puppet.
The same puppet that tried to kill him a few days ago when he stole the kids, and the same puppet that had been wanting to hurt him for a very long time since his unhappy death.
"How could you give us life?" Freddy rebuked "I mean, I know that babies come from a stork, but seriously, you think that?"
"Here," Marionette said as his hands made a rectangle "Let me show you…"
Suddenly the rectangle light up for a few brief moments, and then turn into a screen that showed him leading the children away to the back room for their eventual murder.
After a few seconds of the film, he realized that The Puppet was trying to turn them away from him.
"Wait, is that daddy?" Freddy asked looking at the screen with curiosity.
He searched faster, He came to the horrible reality that if they turned away from him, he would be outnumbered one to twenty, which weren't exactly the best of odds considering the situation he was in.
He searched frantically, and felt the cool handle of a gun on his fingers along with a drum ammunition, which at that point, he already knew what he had.
The screen then showed the scene where Vincent had locked the door and was taking his costume off. He had pulled his knife out and was just about to...
"Hey Puppet," he said in a loud voice.
"What? Can't you see I'm ending you're reign of terror?" He said
All he could do now was smile as he thought of a movie moment from Home Alone, and then he pulled out his Thompson Gun, which was fully loaded, and pointed it at them.
They all looked at him and his weapon choice and backed away a little.
"Now listen here," He said in his best Al Capone voice "I'm gonna give you all to the ten to get you're yella, no-good keisters off my property, before I pump your guts full of lead!"
"Now you can't-"
"One.." he said loading his weapon. "Two…" he continued curling his finger around the trigger.
"Kids, this guy isn't your father!" The puppet said in a blantlently.
The kids looked at him (Chica did her best considering that she was facing the door.) and Vincent actually felt scared, because if they believed the Puppet, he was going to need more ammo than just this one drum if he wanted to make it out alive.
They then looked back at at the Puppet.
"I don't know about you, but I know he loves us!" Chica said despite that the decayed bunny was holding her upside-down. "And even if he isn't our father, he sure does love us more than you ever did!"
Now Vincent didn't know a whole lot about burns, but he knew that The Puppet was gonna need some medicine, or maybe even the Wambulance (Get it? XD) to help him out of that one.
He then smiled, perhaps, these kids really did care about him, and considering the burn, weren't gonna be turning to their side anytime soon.
"You were counting…" Foxy whispered to him.
"Oh, right.." he said. "Nine…"
"Wait, did you just skip from three to nine?" The monster fox asked.
"Yeah so?"
"You said you were counting to ten," he said "That's against the ransom rules."
"Screw the rules I have a machine gun!" He said.
"But you sai-"
"Ten!"
He didn't take any risky shots with out of fear shoot his kids with his gun, especially considering that this was a submachine gun made in the early twenties that he was using.
He also had to admit that his uncle had a pretty good gun considering that he felt like a total badass when he used it. He held the trigger for a good ten seconds, (The gun said that it could fire one thousand two hundred rounds per minute…) and saw that the monsters had actually fled from the gun. The monsters had been shot a few times, but kept on running until he saw them phase through his wall and leave his house.
He also saw the Puppet make a mad break when he fired the gun, and saw that it too fled from his line of fire and into the wall that the monsters had left.
However, the only one that didn't flee from rain of bullets was the bunny, who just stood there and started moving towards him if anything else.
"Ya want some?!" Vincent asked feeling apprehensive as he held the Thompson at the bunny and then let it rip.
He didn't know how many times he had shot it, but after ten seconds shooting the bunny, it stood for a few good seconds with it's yellow eyes open and bullet holes all over it's torso with five or seven extra in it's head.
It then closed it's eyes, dropped Chica, and fell face first to the ground with a massive KLANG!
For a few seconds, all Vincent could do was look at the bunny's fallen body, and in those few seconds, all the kids could do was look at Vincent, who in turn had just lit somebody up.
He walked up to the bunny and indicated with his Thompson for Chica to move away from it, when she did, Vincent had stood over it.
He then smiled some more as he looked over the fallen animatronic, with only one sentence in mind that he had to say.
"Keep the change you filthy animal." he said in his Al Capone voice.
He then shot the bunny an extra time, just to be sure that it was dead.
But apparently, the bunny didn't like keeping the change or getting shot in that matter, in fact, when Vincent had shot it, it jumped up and grabbed the Thompson.
Then, it looked at Vincent with it's yellow snake-like eyes and it's wicked smile.
"So, you're Vincent," it said as it's eyes looked up and down at him "You know, I expected you to be a bigger threat than some nobody with a gun."
He was about to say "Why should I tell you?" or the classic "F- You!" response, but before he even could, he felt a steel-hard punch hit his gut. The impact it had was similar to that of a rock being launched from a catapult at him. He felt the wind get knocked out of him and then fell to the floor clutching his stomach and struggling to breathe. He saw images in his eyes warp into fuzzy and oddly colored objects along with the feeling that his ears being shoved with cotton to blot out almost any sound. He then fell on the floor trying to regain his breath and was waiting for the fuzzy vision and noises disintegrate so he could resume the task at hand.
After a good ten seconds of lying on the floor feeling like an idiot, he then stood up, feeling his head vision clear up only to see a new and rather disturbing scene.
The Bunny that had knocked the wind out of him moments ago was now picking up the children one by one, and try as they might, they appeared to be doing little to no damage to him whatsoever as they got stuck in his grip.
He then saw that in it's arms, it was carrying Freddy, Toy Bonnie, Chica and Maggie. They were struggling like any child would if they had been picked up by somebody that wasn't their parents or somebody that they knew, but it didn't seem to affect its strong steely grip on them.
"Now if you don't mind, I'll just take these and leave, I've got a client to impress and a room to escape once and for all."
It then turned around and was then about to walk out the door with the children.
Vincent tried to stand but found himself still a bit wobbly from the earlier encounter with it and fell back on the couch trying to keep the world from spinning out of order.
He then saw that it was about halfway through the door with his kids, who were squirming and screaming as they tried to get out of it's grasp
Someone… He thought Do something….
It probably would have made it had Foxy not snuck up behind him and then proceeded to hack in the area behind its left knee with his hook. The monster screamed when he did this, and then fell down on his injured knee and let go of Freddy and Maggie from his grip to examine the damage Foxy had done
Vincent was about to slash the thing's neck and decapitate it right then and there to end its reign of terror, but , he then saw Toy Chica try to do the same thing Foxy did before her, only for her hand to go through its body instead of solid contact.
He was confused, what just happened?
He then saw her try to do it again, and had just as much success as the last time she had done it, which resulted in it turning around and facing her with a rather angry look in it's face towards Chica's counterpart.
"Um….would you like a forgiveness cupcake?" She asked like some nervous Girl Scout.
"No," it said "But I do need you!"
Before she could run he saw it reach it's arm to grab her and pull her into the same grasp as it's sister, only to scream let out a scream about five inches away from the small chicken.
He saw that chica had taken the opportunity to actually bite her captor, and judging from how hard it screamed and the teeth marks left behind, it must have hurt really bad.
He reminded herself to give Chica what she wanted or suffer the pain that this guy had.
The monster then turned its attention away from Toy Chica and to the original.
"What was that for?!" It asked
"You're trying to kidnap us!"
"Can you at least do it without giving me rabies or something?"
He must have angered her some more, because she bit again, causing it to howl in pain once more.
Although he wanted to watch his daughter cause extreme pain to her captor, he needed to take it down. He searched the apartment for anything that could harm it. Sadly, the badass Thompson wouldn't do, because he had just seen earlier that it could take a few headshots with ease. He saw that his knife was just as useless as his gun unless he planned on decapitating it.
Come on, Think! He thought as he looked and saw that it was trying to keep the siblings away from him and trying to get Chica's mouth off his arm
But then his eyes gazed over to a rectangular black object on the coffee table.
There, on the table, as if it was saying in a sarcastic voice I told you I would be important was the remote.
He then thought of an instant plan.
He grabbed the remote and pointed it at the monster that had now succeeded in prying off Chica from his arm.
"Oh when I get you to my client, I'm so gonna enjoy finding out who's my brother, and I will do it the slowest and most painful way possible."
The kids tried the whack-behind-the-knees trick again, but just like what happened to Toy Chica, it phased through it's legs.
Vincent then pointed the remote at it's unexposed back where there were no flailing arms and no disturbances in his way.
For a brief moment, he wondered why bother? this thing can get rid of the kids, and I don't have to feel a dime of guilt.
But then he countered with that if he let this thing get his kids, he would feel guilty that he had failed to protect them.
He then made a decision that any Father would make in this situation.
He pressed the POWER Button on the remote at the bunny.
He didn't know what would happen, personally, he thought it would roll its eyes and fall to the ground, but something way more unexpected happened.
The remote caused it to stand still like it had been paused, which was normal considering what had happened to the animatronics when he first used it, but what wasn't was that it burst into sparks.
Sparks came out of the costumes gaps, it's slits where the armholes and where the joints could move, and especially around the facial area.
It stood still for a few seconds like some sort of man-sized Fourth-Of-July sparkler, and then all of a sudden, he saw something come out of it's body.
He thought he saw a yellow bear with a purple top hat, huge fangs and claws being dragged away from the house by some unknown force screaming "NO! NO! NO! I will not lose-"
Then, just like any fourth of July firecracker it exploded.
Vincent took cover and covered his ears blast happened and was now on the couch again.
And then, after the bang, it went quiet for what felt like the longest five seconds of his life.
When he was sure that it was gone, he stood back up and looked around.
The Bunny that had tried to take his kids was now on the floor and appeared to be dead.
He looked around, his house wasn't too much of a mess unless you don't count the huge and rather incriminating scorch marks from the blast.
He continued to look and saw that all of his kids didn't appeared to hurt except for Chica, and Toy Bonnie who looked like they had crawled through a chimney along with the faint smell of burnt paper.
They all just stared at him with their huge and rather cute eyes.
He looked back at each one of them.
"Kids…" he said as he picked up his Uncle's Thompson. "I'm sorry you had to see that…"
They just looked at him.
"Daddy," Maggie said as she came out "It'ed what they say be true?"
He sighed.
Well, maybe it couldn't hurt to tell a little…..
"Look," he said "I'll admit, I've done some bad things in the past, but trust me, murder was something I never did."
They just looked at him.
He sighed and looked down at his Thompson, feeling a bit less badass than what he should feel when he held that gun.
He felt far worse than bad, in fact, he felt like putting the Thomson to his head and ending this all here, until he saw Maggie walk up to him.
They gave a silent conversation with their eyes, which was all that they needed.
Then, Maggie hugged him.
"I love you daddy." She said "And even if you arn't my real daddy, you've loved me enough for you to be real."
"I love you too sweetheart." He said feeling his voice go way more sensitive than he was used to it being.
And if that wasn't enough, he saw that all of them started to hug him until he was surrounded by a tiny group of people that were all showing him love and affection.
He smiled and felt something wet run down his cheek.
For a minute, he thought it was blood or a burst vessel, until he tasted it and felt that it was salty, and a bit wet.
It was the taste of tears. Happy tears for that matter.
He felt a bit lost in the moment as time stood still of him just hugging the kids.
"Ugg…." said a moan.
Suddenly, the moment was gone and he looked over to where the moan came from.
If his nerves hadn't burst from the amount of love he had earlier, than this probably did.
There was the green poke of an ear coming out of the armchair of the couch.
He tried to turn his attention to the moment, but the kids saw his gaze and stood behind him in panic.
Vincent pointed his Thompson at the couch ready to let rip every last bullet.
He then saw the figure of the the couch come out from the couch.
He then wished that he hadn't used the remote on the monster, that way he could at least shot it instead of being charmed by its cuteness.
"Um….daddy? what are you pointing at me?" The green, kid-sized bunny asked with his enormous yellow eyes.
End of Chapter.
Wow….long chapter.
Long, but Good.
Well, that's all for today, and I hope to see you next time, bye!
