CHAPTER THREE: MEETING ROXANNE WOLF

Just as it always has been since the day of its opening, the Lobby was crowded with people. It always both amazed and disgusted me on how the place could be in thriving and be in business. To me, it was like an invitation for something far more terrible than having more than 150 kids go missing for the past 2 years. If it were up to me, I would've had this place shut down long ago. Unfortunately, I wasn't the one to make that kind of call.

To be honest, I always saw the place up and running, despite all that's been happening something of a slap in the face to all of the grieving families that remained in or left Hurricane. It was like the company's way of giving the middle finger. Maybe even saying the likes of 'We don't give a shit about your missing kids. As long as you keep coming and giving us all your damn moola, we will stay open and rub salt on your wounds'. If that was truly the message they were giving, I couldn't wait for the day that karma would come to bite them in the ass… hard.

"This is going to be a great day!" Lisa exclaimed in excitement. I rolled my eyes amusingly at that.

'Always getting excited over everything, as usual,' I thought to myself.

"Okay, a quick note before you two head off," my father said. Lisa and I looked at him. "Since today is a school night, we won't be staying here for very long."

"For how long?" Lisa asked.

"An hour," my father replied simply. "Take that time to go have fun as much as possible."

To say I was surprised would be an understatement. Usually, on a school night, we would stay at the Pizzaplex for like 2 to 3 hours, enough time to have a good time. I didn't know why my father went for this decision. Maybe it was to test to see if we would be fine or something like that. Whatever the reason, we had to use this time very wisely.

He turned his attention to me. "Mihael, do you have your phone on you?"

I didn't say anything. Instead, I felt my pockets to see if I put my phone in any of my pockets. To make it clear from the get-go, it wasn't a fancy phone, by any means. Unlike most people who always go for the latest phone that came out, I went for something a bit different. Rather than an iPhone or an Android, I decided to get a flip phone and have that as my first phone. I've had it for 3 years now so my parents were planning on getting me a cell phone in a few months.

My eyes widened slightly, a feeling of dread washed over me as I felt no sign of my phone in any of my pockets. I felt my pockets again to confirm what I already knew. I looked at my father, my heart feeling like it was going to stop beating any second.

"Um, I… must've forgotten my phone back at the house," I said slowly. A strange expression formed on his face at that. Something told me that he was somewhat disappointed with me for forgetting about it.

To make it clear, I always made a habit of making sure I had my flip phone on me, something my father made very clear the moment he got me the thing. Me forgetting my flip phone wasn't something that happened a lot. For the last 3 years since I got it, I forgot to have it on me 3 times.

My father opened his mouth, getting ready to say something to me. I braced myself since I knew what it was going to be.

"Don't worry, Dad, I brought mine," my sister chimed in. We looked to see that Lisa did, indeed, have her phone with me.

Unlike me, she had the latest iPhone that just came out about a year ago. When she turned 11, my father decided that Lisa was trustworthy enough to have her own phone. He was right. Unlike most kids her age, she understood the dangers of the Internet and avoided anything suspicious.

"Alright, good," my father said. I turned my full attention to him. "Now, before you two go, I want to make sure that you know the rules of-"

"Dad, don't worry about it," I said. "I will make sure nothing happens to Lisa. I know the guidelines as well. After all, even if someone did try to take her, I will give them a well-deserved beating. You taught us how to defend ourselves, remember?"

That was true. When my sister and I were young, my father taught us all about self-defense, including martial arts. He wanted to make sure that we both knew what to do in case any of us got into some trouble or someone were to ever threaten us. While she wasn't as good at martial arts as I was, as well as kind-hearted, Lisa was still not someone you wanted to pick a fight with.

My father gave me a grim expression. "That may be true, but I just want to make sure you know them."

"We know them," I reassured. "Everything will be fine."

My father proceeded to stare at me, no doubt feeling a little bit annoyed with me. I understood his concerns and where he was coming from, but I didn't want him to worry about it, especially since I was 17. No way that whoever was responsible for those missing kids would go after Lisa if I was next to her. It would be very stupid and foolish if they tried.

My mother rested a hand on my father's shoulder. He turned to face her. She had a reassuring look on her face. I think that was all he needed to believe that everything was going to be okay as long as I was around. A tiny smile formed on his face before he turned back to me.

"I'm trusting you on this, Mihael," he said. "Don't let anything happen to Lisa."

"You can count on me," I said. He nodded.

"When it's time to leave, I will give Lisa a call," he explained. "I want you both to meet us at the Faz-Pad at a certain time. Not a minute late. Understood?"

"Understood," Lisa and I said at the same time, nodding our heads as we did so.

Luckily, I knew where Faz-Pad was and what it was. It was a small cafe on the second floor where the gift shop was located. Those two places were one of the more popular stops in the Lobby, which wasn't a surprise at all. There were a few good places, but they weren't as hot as the other two.

"Your father and I will go out and visit some of the gift shops while you two go have fun," my mother said. "Be careful."

My mother grabbed hold of my father's right arm. She began tugging as a way to get him to follow her. He stared at the both of us for a moment before he caved to my mother's wishes. They began walking out of sight to wherever and whatever gift shop my mother had in mind.

I looked back at Lisa, who was shaking slightly from excitement. A cold feeling formed in my chest as I thought about whatever Lisa had in mind. No doubt it had something to do with what Lisa refused to tell me. That made the cold feeling intensify.

"So, Lisa, what do you want to do?" I asked, trying to keep the uneasiness from manifesting in my tone. She smirked as she took my left hand. The uneasiness intensified even more. "Lisa?"

"I can't tell you," she said mischievously. "But, I'll take you there. Let's go!"

With that, she began dragging me in the direction of wherever it was she had in mind. I could only hope that it wouldn't end in both embarrassment and misery.

Lisa continued to drag me down a long hallway to wherever it was she wanted to take me. It was starting to get very annoying as all I wanted was for her to just tell me whatever it was that she had in mind. But, nope. She had to drag me since showing instead of telling me would be easier. I guess it was ironic since I never tell her about my problems so it was what everyone in the world called 'karma'.

"Sis, why can't you just tell me what it is that you have in mind right now?" I asked, irritated.

"Because I can't," she said mischievously. I groaned. "Once we get there, you might get an idea."

"Yeah, we'll see about that," I said sarcastically. She giggled, but I rolled my eyes at the action.

We both pushed through a series of large red metal doors. Lisa let go of my hand, giving me the chance to straighten my posture. I put my hands behind my back and pushed back, which was quickly followed by loud cracks. I sighed before straightening my posture. I checked where we were.

My eyes went wide as I instantly recognized the room we were in; Rockstar Row.

Rockstar Row was this huge room full of display cases, props of some mascots that I'd never seen or heard of before, and four large golden statues of the four mascots. The walls were lined with neon lights and signs for what looked like the mascot's rooms. The order of the four rooms were; Freddy Fazbear, Roxanne Wolf, Montgomery Gator, and Glamrock Chica. The room was dark, but it was decently lit by the neon lights.

I'd never thought that Rockstar Row would be the place that Lisa had in mind to go to. She knew that I wasn't a fan of the place due to how the room was lit up. It had this eerily-like atmosphere to it that always put me on edge, especially with how quiet it can get when there was no one else around.

"Lisa, why are we here?" I asked, slightly unnerved.

"Because what I have in mind has something to do with this room," she replied with a smile.

"Like what?" I asked. Lisa wiggled her right hand's index finger, the smile turning into a smirk in the process.

"I can't tell you," she replied in a singing-like tone. I groaned while she giggled at me. "Just follow me, Mihael. You'll find out very soon."

"Fine," I said and began to follow Lisa to wherever she had in mind.

I analyzed the room as we walked. It was cool-looking, I couldn't deny that, but I didn't like the lighting at all. Rockstar Row was one of those places in the Pizzaplex that I rarely visited, mainly because of how the room always gave me the creeps. I knew there wasn't anything particularly scary about the room, but when you have a room with lighting like that, it always rubs on you in many different ways.

"Mihael, where are you going?" I heard Lisa call out. I stopped in my tracks and noticed that I was at the other end of Rockstar Row. I looked to see Lisa standing in the entryway leading into one of the rooms.

I looked at the neon sign that hung above the window. It read 'Roxanne Wolf'. I felt my heart skip a beat at that. Did Roxanne Wolf have anything to do with what Lisa had in mind? I hoped that wasn't the case, but if she wasn't standing in the entryway to her room, I would've believed that.

"Come on!" she called out. "We're wasting time!"

I stared at her for a moment before I quickly jogged over to her. I stopped beside her, my heart threatening to explode from the anxiety I was feeling.

"Lisa, what are we doing here?" I asked anxiously and stupidly. She giggled in response.

"This is what I had in mind," she replied. "I want to introduce you to her."

I felt like running away. The last thing I wanted right now was to come face-to-face with Roxanne Wolf, the animatronic who was given such a revealing get-up. If she wasn't designed to be wearing that damn outfit, I would be feeling much differently about meeting her right now.

To be honest, embarrassing myself at one of the attractions Lisa always tried to get me to have fun at didn't seem like a bad idea at the moment. I would prefer that if it meant not having to meet Roxanne Wolf as much as possible.

"Can you tell me why you want to do that?" I asked. Once again, she smirked, waving her right hand's index finger back side-to-side from before.

"I can't tell you that," she said mischievously once again. "Now, let's head inside. I checked to see if she was in there before I noticed you were at the far end of the room."

"Is she in there?" I asked. I was hoping she wasn't in the room. A smile formed on her face in response.

'Why is this happening to me?' I thought to myself as I groaned in the process. Lisa laughed in response.

"Don't be like that, Mihael," she said cheerfully. "Come on, let's head inside."

I sighed before we walked over to the large metal door that led into the room. The door slid open, revealing a little bit of what was on the other side. We looked at each for a moment before we stepped into the room. I analyzed the room carefully.

The room was purple with a large star in the ceiling radiating green light. It had race-themed objects on both the walls and floor; four wrenches in different sizes hanging above the entrance door along with different-sized tires, and a race cart by the large glass window. A purple couch was pressed up against the wall on the other side of the room with a large neon sign that spelled 'Roxanne Wolf' above it with a huge cutout of Roxanne's head to the right. There was a vanity desk fitted with makeup and a star-shaped mirror that radiated purple light.

My eyes widened at the sight, the urge to run away filling my very being. It wasn't the vanity desk itself that made me feel that way. It was rather what was standing in front of the vanity desk, staring into her reflection.

Right there was the animatronic wolf herself. She had long silvery hair that reached down the entirety of her back with a bright green streak with a fluffy tail in the same silvery color. She had purple lipstick, yellow eyes, the claws on her hands being lime green while the claws on her feet were purple, and spiked bracelets on her wrists with one acting as a choker around her neck. Both of her ears were pierced, and she was wearing a red crop top T-shirt with black star shapes that exposed her stomach, a spiked belt, red short shorts, and red shoulder pauldrons.

If my life was anime right now, I would undoubtedly be suffering from the world's biggest nosebleed of all time, one that would put all others to shame. I knew that I was doing this for Lisa, but one of these days, I was going to get Lisa back for all of this. Mark my very words.

"Hi, Roxy!" Lisa exclaimed excitedly. Roxanne's ears twitched a little bit before she looked away from the mirror, turning her attention onto me and Lisa. The urge to run away became stronger than ever before.

'Dear God,' I thought to myself, small beads of sweat forming on my forehead. 'This is a nightmare.'

A small smirk formed on her face as she fully turned away from the mirror, her left hand on her hip. Her tail began wagging a little, a clear sign that she was happy to see us in her room.

"I was wondering when you two would come in to see me," Roxanne said. She turned her attention to Lisa, a fake disappointed look forming on her face. "Especially you, Lisa. How could you keep me waiting for this long?"

Lisa chuckled. "Sorry, Roxy. My dad wanted to make sure my brother and I knew the guidelines of staying safe."

Roxanne smirked. "Well, make sure to get here faster. You know I don't like waiting."

Lisa nodded. I looked back at Roxanne and Lisa a few times, trying to digest what I was seeing. It was like they knew each other for a while like they were friends or something. This was all very odd and strange to me.

"That, and I was trying to get Mihael here as quick as possible, despite him constantly asking me to tell him what I had in mind or why I brought him," Lisa added as she pointed to me.

Roxanne turned her attention to me. Her smirk turned into a small smile as her tail wagged a tiny bit faster. It was like she was very happy that I was here for some strange reason. Why would she? I'd never met her, though I'd heard of her, seen all kinds of merchandise that they sell of her, etc. Yet, I couldn't help but get the feeling that there was something more to that.

She walked over to me with her hand still on her hip. The way she moved was very smooth. It wasn't like how animatronic mascots in other establishments moved. If whoever made her, along with the other mascots, planned to make her move smoothly as if she was a human, they did a very good jump on that.

The wolf mascot stopped about a foot away, towering over me by at least 7 inches.

"Hello, Mihael," she said simply.

"Um… hi," I said, rubbing the back of my neck with my left hand. "It's nice to meet you in person for the first time, I guess."

"Yeah, it's nice to finally see you here, Mihael," she said. "I've been watching you for a while now, and I have to say, you're very intriguing to me."

I arched an eyebrow at that. What did she mean that she had been watching me for a while now? That I was very intriguing to her? It didn't make a whole lot of sense. There wasn't really anything very intriguing about me. I was just an average kid who goes to school trying to live a normal life. Nothing too crazy about that.

Roxanne smirked, probably in response to the expression that was on my face.

"I believe that you have a lot of questions in mind, Mihael," she said. "But we can talk about them later." She gestured to the couch at the far end of the room. "Why don't we sit down and chat for a little bit? I mean, who wouldn't want to chat with me? I'm the best in the Pizzaplex, after all."

A strong wave of dislike formed in my chest. Every fiber of my being was telling me to say 'no'. If there was one thing I didn't like, aside from the bullying and people disrespecting my sister, it's when people act, talk, or claim themselves to be the best at anything or in any particular place. That was something that would make me want to spit in their face because no one was the best at anything or anywhere.

"So, what do you say?" Roxanne pressed. I sighed.

"Sure, whatever you say, Roxanne," I said, trying my best to keep the dislike from manifesting in my tone. The smirk turned into a small smile as Roxanne walked over to the couch and sat down.

She looked at Lisa and I, gesturing for us to sit down next to her on the couch. Lisa walked over to her without hesitation. I stood where I was for a moment, trying to keep the dislike from forming on my face before I slowly walked over to the others. Lisa sat down next to Roxanne's right while I sat down next to her left.

"So, Mihael, tell me a bit about yourself," Roxanne said with that smirk on her face. I didn't know if her smirking was the norm for her, but I didn't like it. It had an arrogant look to it.

"There's really not a lot about me," I said blankly. "I'm just an ordinary guy who is in his last year of high school, loves to read, and plays on the computer. Nothing more."

The smirk still remained on her face. Usually, at that part, people would laugh at me for that, calling me boring and such. So far, she hasn't done that yet. It was only a matter of time before Roxanne did just that.

"That's it?" she scoffed, though the smirk remained. "Only a loser would say something as boring as that. I know there's more to you than that, Mihael. Come on, tell me more."

I felt my right eye twitching at that. I thought about it being only a matter of time before she said something like that to me too soon. God, why did she have to be that way? There was a nicer way of saying things.

"Well," I began, my voice tight, "I'm one of the smartest kids at my school with the highest grades in my classes. I'm not sure what I want to be when I graduate, but I do plan on going to college at some point in time to get a degree. I'm physically stronger than 60% of the kids at my school, making up for that with the things my father has taught me and my sister."

I stopped, waiting to see how Roxanne would respond to that. That damn smirk still remained on her face, though there was a slight hint of interest in her eyes.

"Anything else?" she pressed, sounding interested. I thought about it for a moment but came up with nothing. Again, I wasn't really interesting so I didn't know why Roxanne was so keen on wanting to know more about me.

"That's it," I said simply with a shrug. "Like I said, I'm just an ordinary guy. Nothing more."

While the smirk remained, there was a slight hint of annoyance in her eyes.

"There's no way you can be that lame," she scoffed. "Come on, tell me something exciting about yourself. I know there's more than what you're letting on. Don't be a loser about it."

I felt the dislike within me grow into something more. I despised being called such names. 'Loser' was one of many that the bullies at the school called me. Though I was used to hearing it from a lot of people, it was a totally different story to hear it from a mascot that was designed to entertain kids.

"I'm not being a loser about it," I said, my voice even tighter. "I don't know what else you want me to tell you, Roxanne. I'm not some kind of greatest living being in the world."

"Well, have you won any awards in the past?" she asked curiously. "Come on, someone as fit as you must have won something."

I thought about that carefully. There was only one time that I won in anything. It was years ago when I was in the 7th grade. It was one of my greatest achievements, only having won due to my strong dedication to prove myself.

"Well, there was this one time I won first place running 3 laps on a track," I said. That seemed to have gotten her attention. Her eyes sparkled with joy, though the smirk remained. Oooh, I wished she would wipe that smirk off her face. It was driving me extremely crazy.

"Track? As in racing?" she asked quickly. From the looks of it, racing was something she loved. Made sense considering she was the mascot of an indoor racing attraction.

I shrugged. "More or less."

"That's awesome!" Roxanne said, almost squealing. "Can you tell me how you did it? Tell me all about it!"

A sound cut me off, preventing me from what I was going to say. I knew that sound all too well. It was a ringtone that Lisa had on her phone, playing part of a song called 'Follow Me' by Uncle Kracker.

Lisa pulled out her phone, no doubt knowing who it was that was calling her. She pressed the green phone icon and held the phone to her ear.

"Hello," she said. "Hey, dad!" A pause. "Really? Aww, I wanted to stay a little longer." Another pause. "I know. I'll let him know it is time to go." Another pause. This time, her eyes went a little wide. "Okay, we're on our way."

Lisa hung up the call, putting the phone back in her pocket. She hopped off the couch, quickly turning her head to face me. That expression on her face told me everything I needed to know.

"Time to go, huh?" I asked though I knew the answer.

"Yeah, Dad reminded me that we have to meet him and Mom at the small cafe in the Lobby in 10 minutes!" she said quickly. "So, come on! Let's get going!"

That got my attention. I knew that my father wanted my sister and I to meet them at Faz-Pad at a certain time, but I didn't think it would be something like that. It looked like my father was taking this much more seriously than I thought.

"Sorry, Roxanne, time for us to go," I said rudely, hopping off of the couch without looking at the wolf mascot even once.

"Come on, Mihael!" she said urgently. "Let's go!"

I looked back at Roxanne, who was looking at me with a smirk on her face, though there seemed to be tiny traces of disappointment present in her eyes.

"It was nice chatting with you, Mihael," she said confidently.

"Yeah… it was nice chatting with you too, Roxanne Wolf," I said slowly, trying to keep the disdain from manifesting in my tone. I felt Lisa grab my left hand and found myself being dragged out of the room.

"Looking forward to seeing you again, Rockstar," I heard Roxanne call out as Lisa and I exited the room, heading in the direction of the Lobby.

We both made it to the Lobby in the nick of time with Lisa still dragging me, refusing to let go of my hand the whole way there. A few people were watching us, looks of bewilderment plastered on their faces. I couldn't blame them. I would be doing the same thing if I was witnessing a little girl drag someone by their hand.

As we inched closer to the cafe where our parents were waiting for us, I couldn't help but think about what Roxanne said to me before my sister and I left and the way she said it. Her voice echoed loudly in my head.

'Looking forward to seeing you again, Rockstar.'

Why in the world did she say that? There was something about it that didn't seem right. I could be overthinking, but to me, there looked to be some meaning to what she said. If so, what was the question.

'Why does it bother me so much?' I thought to myself. 'It's not like it's supposed to mean anything, right?'

"Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad!" Lisa's voice called out loudly, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked to see that we were both in the cafe and our parents sitting at a table close to one of the large glass windows.

"Hey, kids!" my mother called out happily.

"There you both are," my father said with relief as we reached the table. Only there did Lisa finally let go of my hand. "You both got here just in time. Did you kids have fun?"

"We sure did!" my sister exclaimed happily. She turned to look at me. "This time, Mihael didn't act like a party pooper."

My father turned his attention to me. Surprise and pride were both present on his face. Probably feeling that way since I didn't ruin the fun for my sister, no doubt. I couldn't blame him for feeling the way he did. The times of me not ruining the fun out of the things my sister loved were rare.

"That so?" my father asked with a smirk. I nodded slowly. "That's good to hear. Well, it's time to head home. As I mentioned earlier, today is a school night so we need to make sure you're well-rested, Lisa." He turned his full attention to me. His face turned slightly serious. "And you remember what we talked about earlier this morning, Mihael."

"I know, Dad," I said in a deadpan tone. "I haven't forgotten. No need to remind me with every chance you have."

He nodded and started to get up, my mother quickly following after him. We both began to leave the cafe in the direction of the exit doors.

I stared out the window as my father drove us away from the Mega Pizzaplex. I was very grateful to finally be away from that damn wretched place. While the place brought joy to those who went there when a kid doesn't go missing, it brings misery and sorrow to me. I just wished it would go away.

As I watched the scenery, I thought about everything that happened with Roxanne Wolf. It was both intriguing and very strange to me as it was having me meet her for the first time the big thing she had in mind. While it did beat having to do something extremely embarrassing, I would prefer to get lost in the maze attraction than be anywhere near an animatronic with a prideful attitude. If she were human, she would be on the list of people that were 'not my type'.

While there were people out there that aren't very picky with the type of personality that females may have, I wasn't one who found those types to be very… attractive. I found them to be annoying and obnoxious, generally not making a lot of sense. If I were to meet a person like that in real life, I wouldn't be interested in them. I would find them to be unworthy of my time.

"So, what do you think?" I heard my sister ask suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I looked at her. "Huh?"

"What do you think of Roxy?" she asked with a smile on her face. I didn't have to look away to know that there were eyes boring onto me.

"You met Roxy, Mihael?" my father asked, sounding interested.

"Yeah, I did," I said apathetically. "Lisa dragged me to Rockstar Row to meet her, though she could've told me from the start."

"It would've spoiled the surprise," Lisa replied. I stared at her for a moment.

"And what a surprise it was," I said in the same apathetic tone. I watched the smile on Lisa's face weaken slightly, though it still shone brightly.

"So?" she pressed. I stared at her for a moment once again before I shrugged my shoulders. "Can you tell me in words?"

I sighed, not feeling in the mood to talk anymore. However, I knew Lisa wouldn't let it go until I told her. It was for the best to just let her know how I personally felt about her. It would make things much easier for all of us.

"I'm going to be blunt with you, Lisa," I began. "I find it both intriguing and strange to me as to why you wanted me to meet her. I find it a little strange you kept it a secret from me, but since I don't tell you anything, I can't help but find it fitting and very ironic. I want to know why you did it, but I prefer to not know at the moment.

"As for how I feel about Roxanne; I don't think me and her will get along if we tried to bond. I don't like her attitude. Her pride rubs me the wrong way. It's like Roxanne wants everyone to know she is the best at everything she does when in reality, she's not. One of these days, it will rub someone the wrong way, and well… we all know how well that will go."

I sighed and looked at my sister, who was staring at me with a wide-eyed expression on her face. It looked as though Lisa was trying to grasp at what I said. I waited patiently for her to snap out of her trance. I had no idea how my parents were taking my very blunt response, but at the moment, I didn't care.

Lisa blinked a few times as a somewhat disappointed look formed on her face.

"So, are you saying that you don't like her?" she asked, her tone fitting the expression on her face.

"To put it simply, I don't like her," I replied. Lisa looked down at the floor in disappointment.

"It's a shame you don't like her, Mihael," I heard her whisper, though there was something off about how she said it. Like she had an expectation for it, but it didn't come true.

"And why do you think it's a shame?" I asked, curious as to why it was.

Lisa hesitated for a moment, no doubt thinking about what she wanted to say carefully. I waited patiently for her response to my question.

"I was hoping you two would become friends," she replied softly. "I guess I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up."

I stared at her for a moment. I guess that kind of explained her behavior considering that I didn't have any friends. Whether she did it out of pity or just wanted to do something about it out of the goodness of her heart was beyond me. However, to say that her efforts weren't appreciated would be a lie.

I smiled mentally at what she tried to do for me. While having an animatronic mascot as my first friend would be weird to me, if that would come to fruition, Roxanne Wolf being my friend would still be a big deal for me. The only reason why I didn't was obvious, even to someone like Lisa.

"I'm sorry it didn't go the way you hoped, Lisa, but it's just the way it is," I said softly. "The chances of me and her being friends is only something that can happen in dreams, not in real life. Reality is harsh."

"I know…" she whispered and looked out the window. I did the same.

None of us said anything. I guess my response ruined the mood for any more talk. I felt slightly bad for it, but I was also thankful I can be alone with my thoughts in silence. It was for the best.

Author's Note:

After once again, a long delay, Chapter Three is here! :)

I want to sincerely apologize for this long wait. I know I said that I was going to do better, but a lot of things have been going on recently and it has been affecting me as a whole. It's mostly life issues.

As you can see, Mihael didn't take a liking to Roxanne's attitude so far. Remember, this story takes place 10 years prior to 'Robotic Love' so a lot has changed in that time period. A lot will make sense as we go on. I have it all put together so don't worry about a thing.

That's all for now. Robotic Night will not be abandoned, that I can promise you. Keep an eye out for Chapter Four, and I will see you guys next time! :)