Hey guys, Austorias here, I know it isn't the chapter I promised, and you're probably upset, but you have to understand that this week was pretty hectic for me, I was completely bombarded with homework throughout the entire week, and I was running all over creation. You guys have my genuine apology, I won't make any more promises I can not uphold.

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"Oh, and Jacks…. I, uh, I'm sorry I didn't wake you up to take you with us, we took a vote and found it best to leave you here so you wouldn't get hurt." Foxy said, a minor amount of shame in his tone.

"Well, Vix didn't put it that nicely." Foxy closed his eyes and smiled in Jacks' direction.

Jacks chuckled lightly and shook his head, crossing his arms like he was trying to not laugh. Foxy rubbed Jacks' head again before grunting and getting up. Foxy turned toward Jacks and clenched his arms tightly in front of himself, the yellow aura that he had had before shined off of him. Foxy let out a *HMPH!* as he brought his arms back to their original position. Jacks cocked an eyebrow in confusion at him, slightly jealous that his brother had gained his power so quickly.

"Was there a reason for that, or are you just trying to show off?" Jacks said, a frown on his face, causing his jaw to sink downward.

Foxy stood back up and replied.

"Grey was telling me about my own OverLoad early in the morning today. He said that my OverLoad was connected to my heart, so to speak." Foxy looked down at his arms again.

"Soooooo, what's that mean?" Jacks tilted his head further, still annoyed.

"I'm still not entirely sure, it sounded like a whole bunch of spiritual mumbo-jumbo to me. He told me that there are three places your OverLoad can connect: the heart, the mind, and the body." Foxy nodded his head to the left a few times, trying to remember what the robot told him.

"Each OverLoad can connect to different things, and will be activated in a different way. I have a heart OverLoad" Foxy said, placing his right hand over the left side of his chest.

"My type of OverLoad is activated through moments of emotional breakdown, I.E. when that Sin nearly killed you. It causes your heart to pulsate with whatever emotion was triggered, sadness, anger, you name it. That also makes it the most unstable, and the most likely to spin out of control."

Jacks looked at his brother quizzically.

"Why are you telling me this now? Couldn't Grey have?" Jacks asked with a tilted head.

"Well, yes, but the reason being, after Grey told me this I realized that you were probably upset for being left behind. I offered to be the one to tell you to calm your nerves, not taking the risk that you have a heart OverLoad."

Foxy placed a hand on his shoulder. Jacks shook it off.

"But what about the other two types, how are those activated?" Jacks really wanted to know how to potentially unlock his OverLoad.

"I'm not telling you those, with that knowledge, you might try and force your own OverLoad upon you, which could be hindering, if not deadly says Grey. The only reason I am telling you this is because you cannot really force emotion upon yourself." Foxy was speaking abnormally formal.

Jacks instantly acquired a headache from the surge of frustration through his head. He spoke through his teeth.

"You're not very good at calming talks." Jacks looked down at his pillow.

"Hey, I'm trying." Foxy shrugged with a frown on his face.

The brothers had a stare down for many seconds, which felt like hours, until Spring poked his head through the door.

"Hey Jacks! Hey Fawkes! Dinner time!" Spring quickly said before slipping out the door again.

The duo looked at each other with curiosity, shrugged, and shambled out the door. The light in the hallway beamed against Jacks' and Foxy's faces, causing them to have to squint slightly from the scorching bulbs on the ceiling. Jacks stumbled a second and grabbed his side, he had almost forgotten how injured he was from his fight with Francis. His knees shook as he steadied himself, like an old man making his way up from a bed. Foxy grabbed his shoulder in concern, but Jacks simply brushed him off like he did before.

They passed multiple hallways and doors before arriving at the familiar box room with the coffee table in it. Sitting there was the whole heroic family, all chatting and joking with one another. Jacks and Foxy both looked around the room in surprise, it wasn't that normal, drab sensation the building normally put off, it felt like a warm, comforting feeling through the room. Grey was the first to notice the boys. His metal ears perked and his lab coat flowed around as he motioned them towards the table. The chairs looked pretty intricate actually, the chairs had arced backs to them, with weaving wood designs in them forming what seemed to be a tree. Freddy sat at one of the table's heads, with Spring at the other. Bonnie, Chica, and Grey sat on one side, while Francis and Vix sat on the other. There was an open chair next to Vix, and one next to Grey. Jacks and Foxy quickly looked at each other to say the same thing, but Jacks beat him to it.

"Not it." Jacks whispered.

Foxy snapped his fingers and lightly stopped the floor once, making a slight noise. The defeated fox walked to the right side of the table to sit between Vix and Francis, while Jacks walked to the left and sat next to Grey at the corner of the table, who was in the middle of telling a story.

"And that, was how I learned how to turn someone inside out." Grey said, crossing his arms for extra style points.

Grey slapped Jacks' back with the force of a god, causing Jacks' eyes to grow from pain, although he let no noise escape.

"Well, now that we have everyone, shall we begin the feast?" Francis said with the corniest English accent anyone could ever make.

"Hmmm, yes, I find that quite appropriate!" Chica said while mimicking Francis.

"Indeed!" Said Bonnie, continuing the mockery.

Jacks couldn't help but laugh, this was cracking him up. He looked to the table, noticing multiple steaming plates covered with a silver looking cover that formed a half sphere.

Everyone except Jacks any Foxy reached over to a cover near them, and they all lifted them off at once. Once the covers were removed everyone was blasted with an almighty scent, and steam. Jacks blinked and rubbed his eyes from the sudden heat. When he looked back, the platters seemed to be nothing…..but mashed potatoes.

"AWWWWW SHIIIIIIT GREY! GARLIC AND BUTTER!" Francis shouted at the top of her lungs before grabbing a bowl and fork next to one of the platters and instantly filled up a bowl to devour it.

By the time Jacks looked to his sides, everyone else was doing the same, except Foxy. They all ate like wild animals, a lot of it was hitting the floor and other people instead of their mouths. Jacks and Foxy locked eyes before shrugging.

"Ok, IM GOIN' IN!" Foxy yelled as he reached for a bowl and spoon.

Foxy bent over the table in his reach for the food, multiple blotches of potatoes splattering against his shirt and pants.

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRG!" Foxy unleashed a war cry as he brought the bowl back to himself, full of potatoes.

He began devouring the meal in the same manner as everyone else. Jacks could quite easily reach for his bowl, there was not much crossfire while he reached along the table. Jacks looked down to the bowl in front of him, a perfect spiral of the yellow/white substance poured into the center of his bowl. Jacks felt the steam blast against his face. As he brought the spoon to his mouth, he could taste and smell the mixture of garlic and butter before it even entered. When the pasty, white substance entered his mouth, :/ he felt the grits grind against his taste buds, the garlic flavor blasted throughout his entire face. Before he knew it, he was eating like the rest of them, shredding through the bowl of tatters like a weed-eater through grass. Jacks felt a strange feeling when he was about halfway through his bowl, his skin crawled a lot, it felt like a hot snake was slithering up his arms and down his back. His first instinct was to scratch his arms to hell and back, he gasped a lot and eventually fell backward in his chair, spilling his bowl of potatoes all over himself. Grey looked down at Jacks on the floor and instantly laughed at him rolling around and hyperventilating.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA, yea, I forgot to tell you about the substance you were eating!" Grey was still chuckling at the boy's short trip to the ground.

Jacks still continued grabbing his arms, even though they were sore and throbbing from Francis' beat down. He did this even when Grey tried to calm him down, everyone else had stopped eating, and was staring over at the distressed boy on the floor. Jacks' dagger clicked and clancked along the concreate floor, the sheathe poking him in the side many times. The group now surrounded him, half to calm him down, half for comedic relief.

"You should let it run it's course." Said Spring, attempting to calm him down.

"Just chill out Jacks!" yelled Bonnie, for a similar reason.

"You're going to harm yourself…." Vix said with a snide, quiet tone.

"You gonna finish that?" Foxy said with a mouthful of potatoes.

And the talking continued, it all sounded like claptrap to Jacks, just background noise. The sensation running through him was not pain, mind you, it was just a frightening new feeling to him, and it completely freaked him out. The boy continued rolling around on the floor and gasping until he felt a warm, fuzzy hand pressed against his face. It was not a hand of wickedness, nor of destruction, but a calming hand. Jacks kept his same frightened expression as he looked up to view where the hand was attached. He looked up to see none-other than Francis, kneeling above him. No words were said, Jacks calmed down to the point where the strange feeling had removed itself. Jacks managed to stand as Francis removed her hand from his face. Grey spoke to Jacks while the rest of the group stayed completely silent, not even breathing could be heard from the room.

"Now that you're calmed down, I can explain this to you. That mixture isn't exactly what it looks like, mashed potatoes. It is a combination of highly saturated protein and carbohydrates, we needed a substance that could hold the extreme amounts of energy, so we picked starch. The most commonly eaten starchy food is potatoes, which is why it would taste and look like that to you. We eat this stuff to repair muscles and bones almost instantly, thanks to my special protein concoction." Grey explained the situation to Jacks as he continued to calm down.

The second that Grey finished his last sentence, Jacks realized that his muscles did not hurt any more. In fact, he felt good as new, he ran around the table, twisting around to make sure he really was healed. It was true, Jacks looked down at his own arms in happiness, he did not have to go through that pain for as long as he thought. Francis gave him a very snide, wide smile, like the Cheshire Cat talking to Alice.

"Well Jacks, looks like you're all better, you know what that means!" Francis pointed to Jacks.

Jacks' smile was instantly gone.

Well, that's as much as I had time to do guys, I again am very sorry. If you have an OC, leave me the details in a review or message.