(A:N: REVIEWS! Alex: What? Me: Short AN is short.
Elchikaah Haly: Thanks! Yeah, I felt like I needed to throw at least a little fluff in there, at least, well, until the court case! I hope to please!
Me: Alex, DISCLAIMERS! Alex: THE real assistant doesn't own Five Nights at Freddy's or Ace Attorney. They wouldn't be popular if she did.)
Freddy Fazbears Pizza
April 30-8:37 AM
Frank glanced over the cards in his hands towards Billy. "Got a 5?" Billy looked at his cards in confusion, scratching the top of his head. "... What does a 5 look like?" Frank sighed, slamming his hand on the table while Chancey giggled. "I give up!"
Billy frowned, getting up from the chair he was using. "It's not my fault I wasn't good with math!" Frank took the old deck of cards off the table with his hand. "No, being bad at math doesn't mean you don't know what a 5 looks like." Chancey got up from the chair, sweeping the flour off her shirt. "Is it my turn guys?" Billy stuck his tongue out, grabbing his guitar off the party table. "Why can't you go scare Trucy and that one dude again?" Chancey pouted, while Frank shuffled the deck. "C'mon Billy, she did wait her turn."
"KZZZGTT!"
Billy yelped, grabbing the nearest thing to hug it. Unfortunately, the nearest thing was Frank, who nearly fell over from the unexpected shove. Frank looked down at Billy, a tight frown on his face. Billy looked up, and laughed uneasily. "Ha ha... Sorry..." Frank took the hat off his head, and smacked Billy with it. The purple haired man quickly let go, grabbing a chair to hide behind. Chancey rolled her eyes at the two boys before looking back at the cove.
She was surprised to see a man running out of the cove, keeping his gaze to the floor. Chancey frowned, and walked over to the man. "Excuse me, what were you doing in Foxy's Cove?" The man stopped, and looked up, his shocked gaze turning to the woman behind him. "... Do I know you?" Chancey placed her hands to her hips, frowning. "I think you should answer my question before we tell our names!"
The man waved a hand, smiling sheepishly. "Oh, Trucy hired me to fix Foxy. It was hard too..." The man looked off to the left, frowning. "It's protests got so loud, I had to turn off the voicebox. Ha ha..." He smiled sheepishly as he fingered the glasses on his face. "He was not happy with that."
He held out a hand, smiling. "Now then, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mike, Mike Schmidt. And yours is..?" Chancey somehow palled more as she stared at the outstretched hand, trying to form words that she couldn't say.
"Mike..." She crossed her arms, and looked towards her brother, who was in a headlock from Billy. The top hat he wore on the ground. "Were you... Did your brother... Die..?" Mike stopped smiling, he crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes at Chancey as he did. "Yes, he died in action, how did you know this?"
"Well... I, uh..." She was interrupted by a large clank, and she turned. Frank stopped struggling against Billy's grip, and Billy's grip loosened slightly. They all turned to see Foxy standing infront of his cove. The animatronic turned towards the hallway, and started running down it. Frank struggled out of Billy's grip, and ran down the opposite hall. Billy blinked in shock before following the older man. Chancey grabbed Mike's arm, dragging him towards the kitchen. "Please, follow me, it's safe in here."
Billy panted as he ran down the hall, following the older man. A flash from the window down the hall blinded the man, making him stumble, before he regained his footing. Frank ran into the room, Billy following close behind. Billy peeked into the room, his eyes widened when he saw what was happening.
Apollo was on his knees, grabbing his head, his hat on the ground. He was growling, twitching slightly every few seconds. The man that came earlier after Mike was standing there, watching Apollo in fear. Trucy was looking towards Apollo, tears streaming down her face. "Not while Trucy is here..." Trucy slowly got up, holding a hand out to the Apollo. "... Apollo..?" Frank nodded towards Billy, Billy returned the gesture. He grabbed the man from under his shoulders. The man struggled briefly, before Billy smacked the side of his head. "Stop, I'm trying to help you dude." The man looked up, sneering. "I don't need to be carried out." Billy smirked, and pointed towards the right door. "Prove it then."
The man looked towards Frank, who was walking toward Trucy before nodding. He quickly got up, and ran out of the room through the right door. Billy following right after. Frank walked from behind Trucy, and grabbed her shoulders. "Trucy, we have to leave, now." Trucy looked at the man, shaking her head. "But F-Frank... I-I could help him."
Frank shook his head, keeping a firm grip on the young woman. "Trucy, we have to go now, before-"
("Oh look, it seems like Mr. Schmidt wants to join too.")
Frank looked around the room, his face radiating fear. "No..." He slowly backed away. "I-I'm sorry Ms. Wright..." He then turned, and ran out of the room.
When Apollo and Trucy stopped laughing, they both gazed at the ground, one in thought, the other in frustration. "... Hey, Apollo?" The man looked up, his eyepatch down. "Yes Trucy?"
"What happened back there..? Every time you try to kill, one or both of your eyes are... Pitch black."
Apollo looked back down, his hair shading his eyes from sight. "... It's kinda hard to explain..." He stood up, picking up the captain's hat off the ground. "I think I need the others to help explain."
Cody awkwardly shifted on the crate he sat on, trying to avoid Apollo's glare. Frank and Chancey sat next to Mike, who kept glancing at the two, while each tried to ignore him. Billy sat next to Trucy, trying to fine tune his guitar. Trucy caught the glare, and nudged Apollo. Apollo glanced at his sister before looking down at his hooked hand. Trucy nodded, then smacked her hands together. "Alright, I know you two have... Many questions." Cody snorted, prompting a look from Trucy. "So go ahead and ask your-"
"Who are these people?" Trucy glanced at Mike. "Well... They're-"
"Bartholomew Fitzgerald." Billy shrugged, setting his guitar on his back. "But call me Billy." Mike and Cody seemed to blank out for a second. Cody shook his head. "Wait a minute..." He pointed at Apollo. "I've seen you in the papers my old man read. Your name is Apollo Justice, right?" Apollo nodded, taking the hat off to smooth down his hair. "Yep, I'm Apollo." Mike shook his head, glancing at Frank and Chancey again. "So, wait, if everyone who died that day are here... Then that must mean..."
Frank took off his top hat, giving it to Mike. Mike took the hat, looking on the inside of it for one name. And then he saw it.
"Daddy, Daddy!" Robert Schmidt turned to see his daughter and son running to him, dragging his brother behind them. The man laughed, placing his fist to his hips as he laughed. "Mike, I thought you were strong enough to handle at least my kids." Mike sighed, looking up at his taller, older brother. "They wanted to see you one more time, before you were deployed." Chancey nodded her little head, while Frank crossed his arms. "Chancey woke me up at 5..."
Robert laughed, patting his son's head. "I think you have my brother's grumpyness little man." He reached into his camouflage coat's inner pocket. And grabbed something. "Maybe you need something from your old man..." He quickly flicked his wrist, making a large, black object fall on the little boy's head. Chancey gasped when she saw the object. "Your top hat Daddy!?"
Robert nodded, patting his daughter's head. "Yes, my little adventurer, your big brother must carry, like all the eldest children before me, the honor of the family top hat." Frank tipped the hat upward, allowing the name, 'Franklin Schmidt', to be seen. "Dad, why are you giving me really, great grandpa's hat?"
Robert smiled, hugging the two little children closer. "Because, little man, I was about your age when I got that hat." Chancey pouted, looking up at her father. "Don't I get anything Daddy?" Robert laughed, placing his two children infront of him. "Here, how about a promise. When I get home, I'll take you two to Freddy's. Deal?" The eyes of the two children brightened, and they hugged their father. "Deal!"
'Franklin Schmidt'
Mike stared at the top hat, while Chancey and Frank looked away towards the walls. The whole room was in silence, until Mike shifted, setting down the hat to look at the man and woman. Cody leaned towards Trucy, and whispered. "What's going on..?"
*clunk*
"Hey!" Cody covered the spot where Billy hit him on the head. Billy just smirked, and leaned back.
Chancey glanced at Mike, and bit her lip. "It's... It's okay if you don't believe us. We're really sorry if-" She stopped when Mike stood up shaking his head. "You don't have to apologize..." He ruffled the brown hair on Frank's head, making the man pout, before plopping the top hat on the man's head. "At least, not to your uncle."
Chancey and Frank looked at Mike in shock. Then looked at eachother, smiling. Mike grabbed and hugged Chancey, while Frank used his tall frame to hug both. "I missed you two so much..."
Trucy, Billy, and Apollo all smiled sadly at the scene, while Cody looked on in confusion.
A small clang sound drew his attention behind him.
A man, clearly older then Mike, looked on at the scene with a tired smile on his face. His outfit was similar to Frank's, but had a gold undershirt instead with no top hat to cover his messy, golden hair. The man turned to see Cody staring at him, and smirked. He held a finger to his lips, shaking his head, before vanishing.
(A:N:Sorry if this chapter is a little bit confusing, I just had a little too much fun with a few ideas. R&R, and remember, your flames warm my family!)