Puppet Pov
"No! You cannot be serious!" Foxy yelled, "Vix is barely alive and you think it's Ok to have a truce with the murderer are you insane?"
"Yeah, he took my face," Bonnie told the puppet.
"My sister is in and out over there and you think it's perfectly Ok to make peace, this is war!" Chickadee told me.
"Look, I wouldn't do this if I didn't have a good reason," I told them exasperated, "don't you think I want him to pay?"
"Then please tell us why?" Chica asked, his eyes on fire.
"He's bringing a couple kids tomorrow night, it's his insurance, should anything happen," I told them.
"Oh, ok then," Chica sighed.
"Is he gonna hurt them?" Freddy asked me.
"No, no, I don't think so," I mused.
"Well then, let's give them a proper Freddy's welcome," Freddy grinned.
Vix got back up, "I'm ready."
"Sis'?" Chickadee asked, "are you Ok?"
"I'm a little dizzy but other than that, I'm fine, hey what happened to my skin?" Vix asked us.
"We, uh had to remove it, to see where the damage was," Freddy explained.
"I feel kinda wobbly, whoa," Vix said as she tried to balance herself.
"I gotcha," Foxy said as he made sure she didn't fall down.
"Thanks, Foxy," Vix smiled.
"Well maybe the purple guy can help," I suggested.
"Really?" Vix arched her eyebrows.
"Well, he doesn't have a choice," I told her.
"Thanks, big brother,"Vix smiled, "I knew I could count on you."
...
I returned to work, and found a pretty upset Mr. Cartwright, "you have a lot of explaining to do."
"What do you mean?" I asked him.
"Neon, Keon, Ben, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that you're a murderer," he told me.
"And why would I do that?" I asked him.
"I, I don't know, but this place is fishy to me," he told me.
"Well, those are some pretty serious allegations," I told him, "so unless you have proof, I'd keep those thoughts to myself, if I were you."
"Oh, really, why?" he asked me.
"Because if I am the murderer, you're screwed, and if I'm not, my lawyers will bite your head off and I'll buy the orphanage, mind your own business," I told him.
"Hup," he was about to tell me off, but resigned, "then you won't mind me inviting the CPD over here."
I stared at him, "yeah, sure go ahead, but if you're wrong, I'll make sure everyone knows that Mr. Cartwright's name is mud."
"It's been nice meeting you, Mr. Malone," he shook my hand.
"Please, call me Uncle Vin," I grinned.
Billy, Tommy, and Eli were waiting for me, their faces pouty.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"We can't stay, Mr. Cartwright was pretty angry when he found out," Billy explained.
"It's just not fair!" Eli yelled as he kicked a pole, "ow."
"You Ok?" I asked him.
"Yeah, but it stinks, I wanna come back," he complained.
"Look, I'll talk to Mr. Cartwright and see what I can do," I offered.
"Really?" Tommy asked.
"Really," I replied.
"Mr. Cartwright, sir?" I asked him.
"Yes, what is it?" he asked me.
"I'm so sorry about earlier, I didn't mean it, you understand don't you?" I asked him.
"If this is an attempt to win me over, it's going to take a whole lot more than sweet talk," he told me.
"Well, isn't what happened with the kids last night proof enough?" I asked him.
"Well, I suppose so," he mused, "maybe I had you wrong earlier, it's just that I take my children very seriously," he told me.
"I understand, after all, I lost two of my kids already," I started to cry.
"Mr. Malone, are you Ok?" Mr. Cartwright asked me.
He hugged me, "there, there, Uncle Vin, you'll be alright, I'll let the children spend the night, but they have to be back after that, Ok?"
"Ok, thanks," I said as I dried my tears, "thank you."
"God bless you," he tapped me on the shoulder.
"Thank you, I promise, these kids will be safe, you have my word," I promised him.
I walked away from him and toward the kids rubbing my eyes, "it looks like you're staying the night, and don't worry, I made sure the robots wouldn't try anything," I promised them.
"Cool, we're gonna stay at the haunted house again!" Tommy said his eyes lit up with happiness.
"So, yeah, I guess you could talk to the robots if you wanted, maybe you could help solve the mystery," I suggested.
"Thanks, but no thanks," Billy shivered, "the only ones I'm talking to are Toy Bonnie, Freddy, and Balloon Boy, 'cause they're not haunted."
"I always wondered what it would be like to be a ghost," Eli pondered.
"We could go ask them, right Uncle Vin?" Tommy asked.
"Yeah, that sounds good," I'm going to the break room to take a nap, I'm exhausted," I yawned.
I walked in and for the first time in a long time, had a good night's sleep.
