A Long Overdue Fix
By
End Of Grace
Chapter 8: Losing Friends
Mike walked quietly up the hospital hall, glancing down now and again to make sure Shadow and Plush were both there, before checking the directions that hung above him. People around them were stopping and staring at the two small bunnies and others were taking pictures. Mike guessed he couldn't blame them, it wasn't every day you would see two knee high bunnies carrying a basket of fruit between them, but still it was rather annoying.
"Daddy! Are we there yet? This is getting heavy!" Shadow huffed as he shifted the basket.
"Almost kiddo. We just got to turn left here into the ward and speak to the nurse on duty first."
"I hope Jer like grapes," said Plush as he looked into the bowl and licked his lips. "Looks really good, shame we can't eat, right Shadow?"
"Yeah, Daddy says it's because we don't have tummies and it would bung up our joints, right Daddy?"
"Right Shadow and no Plush, don't even think about asking me to build you a stomach for eating with, stick to your oil and cleaning fluids" said Mike as he looked up at the nurse and smiled, "Hi, I'm Mike Schmidt, I'm here to see Jeremy please?"
"Sure, go right ahead, he's the second one on the left, but you might not want to stay too long, the loss of blood and trauma has made him really sleepy and he does need his rest."
"We'll be good!" shouted Plush as he and Shadow started to make their way over to Jeremy's bed.
"Err...um…sir...I don't mean to be rude, but are those things sterilized? We can't allow germs in here." said the nurse in a small panic.
"Nurse, I promise you that those two are cleaner than most humans you see in here." said Mike as he quickly went after them. The hospital walls were pristine white as were its sheets, which made Jeremy look gray in comparison, and the I.V with blood going to his wrist, made it all the more glaring. A large plaster like bandage was across his face, covering up the scar that Foxy had left there; according to Jeremy's files it had needed stitching.
"Hey Mike…" Jeremy muttered drowsily, his eyes unfocused as he tried to lift his head.
"Hey…thought I'd come and see how you were...hope you don't mind me bringing double trouble with me." said Mike as he lifted Plush and Shadow on to the bed, placing the fruit on the bedside cabinet.
"Hi Uncle Jeremy." said Shadow softly as he crawled up Jeremy's waist and curled up to his side.
"Hey Kiddo…Plushtrap...thanks for visiting."
"Are you going to be ok Jeremy? Can the doctors fix you?" Plush asked looking worriedly at the I.V drip and blood.
"I'm going to be fine Plush...just out of order for a while," Jeremy said breathlessly as he turned to Mike, "How are things? Mark?"
"The doctors only kept him overnight to observe him but he's fine."
"What about Dahl…? He must have been…"
"Don't worry about him. As far as he's concerned you were mugged and there was a power failure at the cove which caused the door and the vents to shut. It's all official, so hopefully he won't ask questions, just gotta think up an excuse for Chi's 'disappearance'."
Jeremy inhaled through his nose loudly as his face crumpled up in pain. Mike felt a stabbing pain of guilt for mentioning Chi but they had to address it.
"Anyways, how are you holding up? You don't look too good"
"You should see the scar Foxy left me," said Jeremy bitterly, "Might as well change my name to Scarface."
"Foxy's really sorry about it Jer-"
"I KNOW!" Jeremy snapped loudly before sighing heavily, "I know but I want to be pissed at him. I think you can give me that."
Mike nodded sadly but said nothing. Shadow snuggled closed to Jeremy and patted his chest softly to get his attention.
"Uncle Jeremy, are you going to be out in time for my party?"
"Party?" Jeremy asked in confusion.
"Shadow is officially turning one next week," said Mike, rolling his eyes, "The gang is throwing him a party."
"And Uncle Mike promised to take us to the Toy Shop with Sooty and the Fredlings!" said Plush excitedly.
Jeremy gave Mike a look suggesting he was mad before smiling and petting the bunnies on their heads, "Sounds like a lot of fun but I was wondering if you guys mind playing down at the end of the bed so me and Mike can have a private chat?"
The two small animatronics crawled down to the edge of the bed as Mike pulled a chair over to sit closer to Jeremy.
"What's up? Must be pretty bad if you didn't want those two to hear it." said Mike softly, taking a moment to make sure the two bunnies weren't going to cause trouble.
"Didn't want to upset them," Said Jeremy in an almost whisper, "I've been thinking…and I've decided...I'm not coming back to the company…"
"What…?"
"I'm not like you Mike. I...can't overlook...forgive the animatronics like you can. Yeah you say Foxy is sorry for hurting me and I don't doubt that he is...but he still killed Chi and Chi…tried to kill me…" Jeremy laughed hollowing, his eyes stinging with tears, "because she loved me."
"Jer…"
"Foxy had no right to kill her! He knew she had a virus…"
"She wasn't just planning on killing you Jeremy. She planned to kill anyone who got in her way. As far as Foxy was concerned she had gone too far. If she had achieved what she set out to do not only the cove but Freddy's would have been closed down, the police and Dahl would have made sure of it. He was protecting his home and his family, yes what he did was horrible, but you have to understand Jeremy that there was a good chance that I wouldn't have been able to help her. Trojan horse is a bastard of a virus, many anti-virus software can't detect it, it hides within files of files of data and is damn near impossible to remove. Now Chi had been infected for a long time, hell she probably didn't even know she was infected as it slowly altered her, much like when we think simply sneezing is nothing but a cold before we collapse from pneumonia. Chi might have known she was ill but couldn't detect what it was so she dismissed it as nothing, why would she, she is a machine and her processor is telling her nothing is wrong."
"But there was…" Jeremy sighed, pressing hard against his pillow, "So you're saying she wasn't herself…"
"I'm saying that the Chi you knew had been hacked and altered to the point where even she could no longer help herself. She wasn't really Chi anymore. I know that's not much comfort…"
"No...It's. It's ok. I just…I don't know. I can't think straight, though I'm sure I don't want to go back…"
"You can take a break…but you know you shouldn't do anything until you're out of here first. Just let me know ok? I'll sort everything out."
"Sure...thanks Mike...you know, for coming. Was starting to lose my mind from boredom."
Mike nodded, noticing that Jeremy had quickly changed the subject. "Hey, you two, do you want to play some cards?"
Plush and Shadow cheered and were quickly quieted by the on staff nurse, who quickly check Jeremy's vitals, as Plush started to shuffle the cards. They stayed for a while but the nurses soon asked them to leave, because they were being a bit too noisy, but Jeremy did promise Shadow he would come to his party if he was allowed out. Mike carried Shadow in his arms while Plush rode on his back, the two bunnies chatting non-stop as Mike climbed onto the bus, the driver giving him a funny look as Shadow handed over their tickets.
"Fi would really like the hospital, he likes everything clean and in its place," said Plush, "He goes mad if the other two move anything and he knows if anything's been moved so much an inch out of place."
"I noticed that too. Though there is nothing wrong with being neat, you two could certainly try a bit better to be, but he does go a little over board." said Mike.
"Uncle Blu has been acting really weird with Ms. Bon Bon. He keeps calling her mistress." said Shadow.
"I'm sure he's just being silly." said Mike, promising to speak to Blu as soon as he got back.
"Well if he keeps being silly, Ms Bon Bon will give him a smack, she keeps saying she will."
Mike gave a groan as his mobile started to ring; he placed Shadow down on the other seat and quickly pulled it out and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Mike? Sorry to bother you on your morning off…"
"Oh, Mr. McBear, good morning…are you alright sir? You sound really upset."
There was a slight sob and a deep breath before the older man started to speak, "I'm…I'm fine, thank you Mike, are you still at the hospital?"
"No sir. Just finished, Jeremy's going to make a full recovery, but, he's thinking of leaving, I'm hoping I can talk him out of it."
"Alright...I'll leave him to you. Mike…(sob)...I need to speak to everyone tonight. Can you arrange it? It's important."
Mike frowned as he looked down at his phone, wondering what had upset the old man so much that he couldn't speak about it. "I'll see what I can do...would Thomas be able to he…?"
"I'm afraid not Mike…Thomas…he isn't in the best place at the moment to drive." the old man sniffed loudly as he blew his nose, Mike winced at the sound. "Hire a cab if you need to lad, I'll cover the fare for it, I'll see you tonight a little after Midnight at Freddy's"
"Yes sir...I'll see you there…b-" The phone went dead. "Bye."
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It was half past eleven when Foxy and the crew arrived at Freddy's, the poor cab driver looked both confused and relieved when Mike came out to greet him and pay him.
"They got to be the most fancy and well made costumes I've ever seen, but I wished they had waited until they got here, before getting into character," said the driver as he gave Mike his receipt. "The one in the big fox costume was bossing me about and talking like a pirate the whole way."
"Sorry about him, he's really into his part, loves the whole pirate thing" said Mike adding a few bills to the driver's tip.
"Thankfully the guy dressed as a security guard came when he did, they were almost coming to blows over who would be riding in the cab, it was like they had never done it before." the driver continued as Mark pulled into the parking lot, JJ, BB, Betty, and Mangy were in with him.
"Yeah...I'll make sure they'll behave when you pick them up...I promise." smiled Mike as the diver quickly moved out of the way from being tackled by the triplets who had jumped out of Mark's car and now we're crushing Mike's legs as he patted them on their heads.
"Yeah...see ya." said the driver as he quickly got back into the cab and drove off. Mark shook his head as he greeted Mike with a high five.
"Any idea what this is about?"
"No idea but Mr. McBear was really upset on the phone…and Thomas is as well since he wasn't able to help with the animatronics…maybe something to do with his case?"
"Who knows man…I only wish we didn't have to be here with that baldy gorilla. He is a total douche!"
"I know. I just hope he doesn't cause us any trouble." said Mike as they walked into the pizzeria. The animatronics were all exchanging hugs and banter, happy to be all in the one place again but it did seem rather crowded with all three sets of animatronics all trying to move and talk at the same time.
"Guys, try moving down to the arcade area a bit and spread out, I don't want the little ones getting stepped on" said Mike.
"Yeah, maybe you nightmare ones come more this way towards the kitchen, that's right spread out," Mark added, "We don't want an accident before the boss gets here."
"Why did Father ring you and not me? I could have organized this." said Goldie gruffly as he stumped up to Mike.
"I don't know Goldie, honestly, the old man was really upset on the phone but he wouldn't tell me why…maybe he just didn't want to upset you too."
Goldie grunted and was about to say more when the pizzeria door opened and Harvey walked in. He looked at everyone and sniffed distastefully.
"I was not informed of late night party…" he said in a quiet tone, one that made the hairs on Mike's arms stand on end.
"Sorry about that Harvey, I would have told you but I didn't have your mobile number, besides it's just the off meeting up. We'll let you know from now on, promise." smiled Mike in an over friendly tone.
Harvey sniffed again and walked past Mike without saying anything as he went down the hall towards the security room. Chica looked nervously after him and went to follow but Freddy grabbed her servo and shook his head. Foxy stepped towards Chica but she sent him a glare that reminded Mike of the days she was hunting him down, her optics full of hate as she let out a sharp shriek. Foxy raised his servos up in defense as Chica turned her back to him and walked over to the Nightmare clan, mainly to speak to Chloe. Foxy sank slightly, not at all looking like the proud captain he was, Freddy rubbing his shoulder in comfort.
"Man, Chica is really pissed at Foxy ain't she? I mean, I don't fully blame her since Foxy and Net executed her sister…but still…" said Mark, rubbing the back of his head.
"Best to let them sort it out for themselves for now," said Mike as he looked at Mark, "What about you? How are you feeling?"
"Me? I'm fine. Just promise me you won't ever make another cupcake animatronic? That green pain in the ass has been bouncing around in my nightmares for the last couple of nights. Oh yeah...you went and saw Jer didn't you? How is he?"
"Oh he's…"
The pizzeria door opened loudly as Thomas pushed his father's wheelchair into the building. The old man had an air of sadness about him, his posture tense as if he was holding himself together by willpower alone, his hands clenching tightly around his cane. Thomas didn't look that much better, his face was drawn and he was ghostly white as if he had been violently sick just moments ago, his eyes were bloodshot and heavy. The pizzeria animatronics instantly circled around, the nightmare ones keeping a respectful distance as Mike and Mark stood slightly to the side as well.
"My children, friends, I have some very sad news…" Mr. McBear started, a stray tear falling from his eye, he quickly brushed it away. "I got a call today…"
"OUT!"
Everyone turned to see Harvey running out of the hall, panting heavily as he held a baton in his hand and pointed it towards Mr. McBear and Thomas. "You are trespassing on private property. LEAVE!"
The animatronics eyes all turned black, Goldie and Freddy began to growl loudly, as the old man tapped his cane hard on to the floor, glaring back at the large guard.
"And who are you to tell me when and where I can speak to my children. Get back to your post!" the old man snapped.
The larger guard strode forward, not looking at anyone as he leered over the older man, his face pulled into a sneer.
"Oh no, Harvey you shouldn't do that, you'll only get hurt. Please stop," said Mike quietly and sarcastically before looking at Mark, "You heard me warn him right?"
"Yep." said Mark with a smirk watching as Goldie and Freddy stepped towards Harvey, just waiting for the signal.
"Old man, you are no longer owner, you have no rights. Now leave before I happily and physically throw you out."
"Really? I'm sure my children wouldn't like that." said Mr McBear with a smile as he tapped his cane again. Harvey suddenly found himself being thrown backwards, his large body pinned to the floor, Goldie and Freddy kneeling on his legs, their servos holding down his arms, their growling faces baring down at him. "As you can see, my children are very protective of me and will always welcome me into their home, no matter the time."
"Ok, Freddy, Goldie, let Harvey up, he was only doing his job." said Mike in an overly happy tone as he held his hand out to Harvey to take. "Here, let's get you back to your feet"
Harvey smacks Mike's hand away and gets to his feet, his small beady eyes glaring into him with malice as he clenched his large hands.
"The boss will be informed of this…"
"Yes, the boss will be informed...by me. He will be informed how you are only taking the night shifts because you're useless at guarding anything that is human. He will be informed that despite my warnings…"
"Warnings?" Harvey splattered in disbelief.
"You still attacked Mr. McBear and physically tried to assault him. Our boss as you like to call him is the owner of the pizzeria and of us but NOT of the animatronics. They still belong to Mr. McBear, who has the right to see them whenever he wishes too and our boss has consented to that. Now, personally I think there is no need to call our employer, let it just be...shall we say a lesson? You ignore Mr. McBear's presence here when he decided to call in and I'll make sure you always assigned the evening shift without our employer finding out the real reason for it…agreed?"
Harvey snorted loudly as he glanced around the room, noticing that the animatronics were all glaring at him before looking back at Mike.
"Well played baby-man. You have balls after all but I have long memory yes? I will not forget this." Harvey grumbled as he walked back to the hallway. Mark gave a nervous laugh and patted Mike on the back.
"Well done man! I thought for a moment he was going to snap you like a twig."
"Thanks Mark," Mike muttered as he turned to Mr. McBear, "Sorry about that sir, I wasn't expecting him to act like that. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."
The older man simply nodded and smiled at the two older bear animatronics, "Thank you, I knew you would protect me, but now…I best tell you my news."
Goldie and Freddy walked back to their places with the group, holding each other servos as they stood with Fred who was holding Sooty. An eerie and uncomfortable silence came over them, like they had been here before, receiving the same bad news…maybe they had, Mr. McBear leaned heavily on his cane, taking off his large dark glasses, his old wrinkly eyes full of tears.
"It's with a broken heart that I bring this news. I received a call from the police today…they reported that there had been an incident in their evidence room. Sometime during the night, someone broke in there and smashed and tore Springtrap to pieces, he has been deactivated."
The air became heavy, Mike was suddenly finding it hard to breath, as a burning sensation rose from his gut. He had only seen Springtrap a few months ago...he was fine…lonely but fine. THE COPS! They had been pissed about Matt disappearing, this is their way of getting back at them, they murdered Springtrap! There was a loud noise beside him, Mike turned to see Goldie on his knees, thick corded oil pouring from his optics, his jaw hanging low. Then there was a high pitch screech from across the room, the nightmare animatronics looking worried as they looked down at the floor at Plush who was throwing himself on the hard floor, hitting it hard as he sobbed. One by one the animatronics hung their heads, some cried, others huddled together for comfort, Bonnie hugging Shadow tightly as the small bunny sob. Mark was rubbing his face, trying hard to hide his tears but also trying to keep his composure.
"They say there will be an investigation but I think we can honestly say we will never really know what happened," said Mr. McBear, "His remains will be returned to us tomorrow, along with the spare animatronics as well, so I thought we could hold a funeral for both Chi, Minty, and Springtrap, so we can all grieve together."
"Spares?" said Freddy seeming confused.
"The spare animatronic suits from…that time. Mike thinks he can salvage some parts from them...right Mike?" said Mr. McBear.
Mike went to answer but a sharp pain went through his brain, he clenched his head tightly as he swayed on his feet and almost faints when Net catches him and wraps his arms and tentacles.
"It's alright Mike," Net whispered, "Just tell them what you're thinking…"
"Right...thinking…" Mike muttered as he slowly got back to his feet. "I was thinking about it...and I think we should...put them into storage…probably the warehouse would be best."
"Are you sure Mike?" Mr. McBear asked in surprise, "You were all for it before?"
"I…guess...maybe we can have them here for a while...just so I can check them over…then put them into storage or destroy them...you know put them to rest." Mike muttered in an unsure slur as he shook his head as he tried to arrange his thoughts.
"If you say so Mike. I'll be back tomorrow with Chi and Minty's remains. The officer called Jack said he would bring Springtrap back to us as well as the spares. He says it's the least he could do. Goldie, I'll leave the funeral arrangements to you, you knew Springtrap best. Chica, if you want anything special for your sister, let Goldie know alright dear?"
Chica nodded sadly, her servo around Chloe's, the nightmare animatronics leaning on her shoulder.
"Well...I think that's enough for tonight...I'll leave you boys to your work. I need to get some sleep...not as young as I use to be." said Mr. McBear sadly as Thomas started to turn him around and wheel him to the door.
Mike stepped up to them and placed a hand on Thomas shoulder. "Thomas, I'm sorry. About Springtrap...this must be hard for you. Did the police say anything about your case?"
Thomas shook his head, "No...They got all of Springtrap's memories on their computer, so they have their…'Evidence'"
Thomas said the word with such venom and spite, that Mike flinched as if he had been bitten, Thomas shoving his hand away from his shoulder, his face reddening with rage. "They were so pissed that you let that killer escape. All that bad publicity, all their corruption being brought to light, so they went down there…and they ripped Spring's pump out of his chest! All because of you!"
"Thomas!" Mr. McBear snapped, "We're leaving."
Thomas glared at Mike one last time before leaving the pizzeria, leaving Mike shocked and hurt at Thomas accusation, the animatronics sad and lost.
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Mike hadn't slept well, as he knew he wouldn't, hence why he insisted that Shadow stay with Bonnie today, his head was spinning. He never thought that Thomas would hold him responsible for Springtrap's death. It was bad enough that Jeremy thought he had let down Chi because of that bloody virus! Mike slammed his fist into the wall, once, twice, the burning sensation doing little to curb his self loathing. He was meant to be helping and healing the animatronics not fucking getting them killed! Yet tonight, he would be attending a funeral for three of them and it was his entire fucking fault! He stormed about his apartment trying to do what little housework he could but he was just making more mess in his anger. He put on his jacket and went for a walk to cool his head. He stalked down the streets, popping in and out of shops when he remembered he didn't have a proper black suit and quickly walked into a clothes shop to get one. He got measured and was paying for his suit when he saw a young woman, only slightly older than himself, handing in her resume to a manager. She was quite pale in face, her long blond hair was pulled back into an untidy ponytail and her clothes seem too big for her small frame.
"Connie?"
The young woman turned around, her pale cheeks going slightly pink at being recognized but she quickly smiled brightly as she recognized him.
"Mike! Oh, it's wonderful to see you." she said happily as she hugged him tightly. "I haven't seen you since the trial."
"Yes...you received hours of community service and was forced into seeing a psychiatrist right? How is all that going for you? You don't have to tell me if you don't want too…"
"No. I do. But I think it might be better if we do it somewhere else. There's a coffee shop around the corner, if you have the time?"
Mike nodded as he and Connie walked together to the coffee shop, both smiling and making small talk as they placed their orders, then they sat down in a small booth at the back where they could talk peacefully.
"So, how are things Connie? You look so much better than I last saw you." said Mike with a smile. "You've actually have some colour in your cheeks"
"Yes," smiled Connie, "I've actually completed all my hours in service but I'm still seeing the doctor, but I'm nowhere near as mad as I was."
Connie suddenly turned pink again and became uncomfortable in her seat. "I never did apologize to you about that night did I? For kidnapping you, threatening you and…"
"Connie, its fine! And you don't have to apologize to me…"
"Oh but I do," said Connie in a very stern voice, "I need to face what I almost did and apologize for the harm I caused, it's kind of a step program if you like, I need to make amends for any wrong doings during my...phase for lack of a better word. I'm helping out a lot more around the house with my mom, who you can imagine is really happy with the results of the trial. Your father was amazing, how he got everyone to see I wasn't in my right mind and needed help not imprisonment…I'm…sorry to hear about his death…it must have been hard on you."
"A little I guess. So other than apologizing to me, is there anything else you need to do? I saw you handing in your resume…"
"Well, the other thing my doctor recommended is structure, like a job. Sadly, due to my criminal record and my mental illness, most places I've applied for have turned me away, mostly because I still need the time off to see the doctor regularly. Not many people are will to accommodate me for it."
Mike bit his lip and leaned forward, "Connie...how desperate are you for a job?"
"Why do you ask?"
"We're in need of a guard, a day guard at the pizzerias," Mike quickly put his hand up to stop her speaking. "You won't have to work at Freddy's! You could work solely at The Cove and then wherever the nightmare animatronics go, also if you don't want to be a guard, I'm sure we can train you up to be a manager, lords knows Dahl is going to need one when he finally opens the new place."
"A manager's placement? Nightmare?"
"Oh...you haven't met them. They're a unique group of animatronics but despite their appearance, their extremely friendly and an odd bunch. The littlest ones are as mischievous as normal children if not more so. Look Connie…there is no pressure for you to say yes or anything. It's just a suggestion and one you can say no to ok?"
Connie bit her lip, an old defensive habit, Mike knew from her days believing her brother haunted her. "I'll think about it."
Mike smiled softly. "That's all I ask of you"
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Jack watched, his stomach twisting in knots as he watched his fellow policemen carelessly place the animatronic suits into the van, listening to their vicious slurs and banter. He had taken it upon himself to collect every piece of Springtrap he could find and placed the remains in a large box and had carried it with dignity to the van and strapped it down in the front seat. He watched as two cops carried the Freddy suit out scraping it against the wall without a care.
"Watch what you're doing! That's private property and the station is already in enough trouble with the pizzeria as it is."
"What does it matter?" said one of the cops looking down at the rough looking bear, "These things are only going to be thrown away, they're not much use for anything else, except maybe giving kids nightmares." the small group of cops laughed as they threw the remains of the spare Freddy into the van and slamming the door behind it. "Of course, that's not all they use those things for, right Jack? You must have got your fair share while you were there."
The grins on the cops had turned dirty and suggestive and Jack used all of his will power not to punch him so hard that his teeth would rattle.
"You're disgusting Jones! Now get back to work before I get the chief to station you on desk duty for a month."
The cop sneered but said nothing as he and the others went back inside as Jack climbed into the van. He was in a smart suit, he felt it was only right, the poor...machine? Thing? No, neither of these words seemed right for Springtrap, not that he had met the bunny but he had met his son and the other animatronics and they seem...more alive than robotic...almost...he dare say sentient and no doubt would be taking the death of their friend rather badly. He remembered the night he took his test where he had to survive walking through the pizzeria and felt the need to undo his top button as a chill of dread went down his back. He was not looking forward to seeing how the animatronics would take his return of their friend and hoped that Mike and mostly Mark would be there, and would stop any actions the animatronics would take. He drove slowly through the streets, keeping an eye on the time, as he was to get there before they opened so that the children didn't see the old suits being delivered. He pulled up to Freddy's and back as close as he could to the back exit. The large door opened widely and Mark stepped out, his bright red hair standing out like a beacon against the building and made Jack smile. He had really missed Mark and had missed working with him. He climbed out of the van and held his hand out of Mark to take, Mark quickly grasping it and hugging him tightly.
"HEY! Welcome back! Thanks for doing this. I'm sure you have a hundred better things to do." said Mark cheerfully.
"Not really. The station really took a black eye on the whole "Biter" case. Of course the governor decides to launch a public inquiry to the police department, which is of course uncovering years of scandals and such, so everyone is pissed off and at each other's throats, so, no Mark, I would much rather be here then there."
"By the sounds of it you might as well come back here permanently too. God know we can use you."
"Believe you me Mark, I am really tempted to come back, a lot more friendlier work collages for a start," said Jack as he went around to the passenger side and pulled out the large box. "I searched around and I'm pretty sure I got every piece but...well he was in such a state, I can't be too sure."
"Still was pretty sick of your buddies to do that to him," said Mark sharply, "Spring was one of the nicer ones here and was seriously one of the kindest too. He didn't deserve this!"
Jack flinched as he pulled out the box, "I know and I am really sorry. I've been personally looking into it, but there is no evidence, no fingerprints or anything. Also everyone was accounted for that night so I have no one even as a suspect."
"Is that him? You bought him in a damn box?"
Jack and Mark both jumped high as they turned around to see Goldie standing in the doorway, his eyes black and his servos clenched. Jack gulped as he carried the heavy box towards the animatronic and placing it before him.
"I meant no disrespect Goldie. It was just all I had to hand that was big enough for him. I'm really sorry for your lost."
Goldie sniffed and knelt down to open the box. Inside was nothing but bits of scrap felt and twisted metal to the untrained eye until Goldie pulled out half of an endoskeleton face and let out a cry that sounded like nails against a chalkboard as he hugged the face close to his chest. He then looked up at Jack, his dark eyes glaring deeply at him that Jack felt he had to step back.
"Find the man that done this Jack and don't think of crossing our front door until you do!" said the old bear as he placed the face plate back in the box and carried it inside. Jack hung his head as Mark rubbed his back.
"Don't make too much of Goldie's threats, if the old man says you work here, he'll do as he's told. Look, we're holding a funeral for Spring and Chi tonight, you're welcome to come, I'll clear it with the others."
"Thanks...wait, Chi? Did something happen to the duck?"
"Yeah...long story...I'll tell you about it while we unload those spares." said Mark as he and Jack went to the back of the van and open the doors. Mark jumped in and grabbed the spare Freddy's servos to carry him but pulled back in disgust.
"Aww Shit! Didn't any of you guys clean these things?"
"Well yeah I think someone did, why?"
"Its servos are covered in oil! Jeez. Come on, let's get them in quickly. Mike said to put them into the spare room until he's ready to look at them."
It took them almost an hour to place all four spare suits in the back room, Mark continuously complaining about the oil and Jack coming up with weird explanations as to how it got there. Once the Foxy suit was in, Mark offered Jack some lunch and locked the door behind him, the two man walking loudly down the hall. The room was dark and for a moment all was still. Then the spare Freddy's head started to jerk and his single optic glowed dimly in the dark.
"We're here."
To Be Continued…...in two weeks. I'm going on holiday! Sun, Sea, Sand, Here I come. I look forward to reading your many reviews when I get back. Hint. Hint. "many" reviews! And there of course will be an answer to the "Straight pairing" as well.
B/N: HEY HEY HEY! GUESS WHAT TIME IT IS! REVIEW OF THE WEEK! This review comes from a Guest:
Don't you hate it when you bone a animatronic and it turns out the others want to stick a bone in you too.
Ugh. Hate it when that happens