A/N Thank you to everyone who reviewed, followed, favorited, or just plain read the prologue of this story and those who continue to read. Please read and review.

To Brooke: I'm glad you've enjoyed it so far I hope you wont be disappointed.

To Randlok Faz Bunny : You requested more here it is.

So that you know this fanfic will starting Novemberbe updates twice a month on the first and third Wednesday of the month. Until then I wil have my works on Haitus while I start school and put together my Ao3 account and catching it up to my Wattpad you want more I'll need five reviews and I'll release a chapter a week early.

Thirteen years later...

"I'm home!" called a young woman as she threw her bag down by the door. She listened to the house for a moment before deciding that her parents must both still be at work. She grabbed the news paper laying on the floor by the mail slot before going upstairs
/to her room. Flipping through it while she muttered to herself, "Come on, who needs a mechanic... come on baby... give me something good." she said as she flopped down on her bed looking through the job advertisements. She sighed throwing the paper
/to the ground as she laid on her bed. She turned to look at the stuffed animal laying against her pillows. It was an old Foxy doll, she'd had it as long as she could remember. She and her twin brother used to call him Foxy, but she started calling
/him Wolfy when she was about six.

"I guess no one around here needs a repairman huh, Wolfy?" she said gazing into the dolls black and gold eyes. She sighed again pulling him closer to her, "I don't know what to do..." The girl snuggled down again looking at the TV as she turned it on.
/An old Freddy's Pizza commercial started playing. The girl's eyes widened in realization, "Hey... Wolfy... I wonder if they need a repairman... I mean I know they're advertising in the paper for a night guard... but..."

The girl jumped off her bed grabbing the newspaper once more and finding the "Help Wanted" section, there it was "Freddy's Pizzeria: Help Wanted, Night guard."

"Well, let's give them a call. I can a least ask." she grabbed the phone on her night stand typing in the number from the paper ad.

"Freddy's Pizza, this is the manager, how may I help you?"

"Yes, this is Hestia Shipsmith(A/N forgive me I suck with last names and I wanted to give it a piratey feel...). I noticed you had an ad in the paper for a night guard?"

"Yea... why? Do you want the job."

"Well, actually, I was wondering if you were in need of a robotics repairman as well?"

The man on the other end of the line sighed, "Yea we do, but we can afford both a repairmen and a night guard so we had to sacrifice one of the jobs."

"Well... I can do both if you'd be willing to hire me."

For a moment the other side of the line was dead silent, "You're not playing a trick on me, right?"

"No sir."

"Kid, how old are you?"

"18 sir."

"And what makes you think you can fix my robots? Why should I hire a high school kid to be a repairman as well as a night guard when it's more than likely that your just going to break the damn things worse than they already are?"

"Well sir, because I'm not a high school kid. I skipped high school at 14 and went onto college to pursue a degree in robotics. I'm almost finished with it at the local university."

Once again there was silence at the other end of the line, "Kid... send me your transcripts from your school. I'mma talk to your professors. If what you said is true I'mma call you back by Friday night and let you know when you start."

"Really sir? No interview?"

"If what you say is true then this will have been your interview. Have a good day, Ms. Shipsmith."

"You too, sir." Hestia heard a click as the line went dead. She smiled looking over at her Foxy plush, "Well Wolfy, I'd say that job is as good as mine."