"Hey Jeremy. What's up?" Hope said as she answered her phone, looking at her sleeping companion.

"I need to meet you. We need to do something about Foxy. I am not letting that whore get away with hurting my Jack." Jeremy said angrily.

"Oh. Yeah, Foxy will not get away with hurting them. Where do you want to meet?" Hope asked as she walked out of the room and began throwing on her jacket and looking for her shoes.

"Can you meet me at the park? It's pretty close to both your house and Jack's house." Jeremy said.

"Sure I'll be there in five minutes." Hope said before hanging up.

She checked on Goldie and left a note on the night stand for if he woke up before she got back. After she was sure he was okay she left, locking the door behind her. She walked quickly to the park a block and a half from her home, letting the nice night and the summer air keep her calm. Once she got to the park she didn't have to look long to find Jeremy.

"I'm glad you came. What can we do about this? If I had known it was him when Jack was first

attacked…. God I swear I would have killed him. You wouldn't believe how horrible it was…." Jeremy trailed off, getting lost in his thoughts.

"Excuse you I know exactly how horrible it is. How do you think it was to see my boyfriend so hurt and vulnerable? I'm almost always with Goldie, if I had only been there….. But that doesn't matter anymore what matters is that Foxy's gotta pay." Hope said a determined and angry look on her face.

"I agree. I'm going to look for him at work tomorrow. I would tell Mangle and have her deal with it, but since the owner is his father I don't know if that would work. I'm taking this into my own hands." Jeremy said, a dark look in his eyes.

"I'm not going. Goldie is in no condition to be left alone, and I don't know if I could be in that kitchen with Chica knowing she loves the man that did this to him. Honestly she's the only reason I haven't done anything to him yet. Maybe you shouldn't go after him at work…" Hope said. Even though she was angry she knew better than to go after Foxy in public.

"No! This ends once I see him! I finally had Jack as my friend and lover. We loved each other that night and it was amazing, but thanks to that fucking slut I can barely touch him! I am not letting Foxy live another day knowing that he's the one that did this to my Jack! Just stay home with your baby Goldie and let the people with real strength and confidence go after that horrible idiot Foxy." Jeremy yelled at Hope before storming off into the darkness of the suddenly chilly summer evening.

Hope watched him walk away, a worried look on her face. She wanted to go after him, but she couldn't ignore his insult at the end, but even if she could there was also Goldie to tend to. With a last glance in the direction Jeremy went, Hope went home.

Jack was wandering the halls of Freddy's just after opening. There wasn't much to do, and he didn't just want to sit around doing nothing. His stroll brought him by Mangle's office, which her and Chica were chatting outside of. They called him over.

"What's going on?" Jack asked.
"I was hoping you could tell me." Mangle said. "Three of my workers have called in sick today. I don't want to jump to conclusions, so I wanted to see if you could help clear it up."
"Oh!? Really? Who called off?"
"Hope, Goldie, and Foxy." Chica said. "It's not like any of them to call off like this."
"With that said," Mangle said, turning back to Jack, "What's going on?"

He opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by Toni and Carrie joining in on the conversation, arm in arm.

"Hey guys!" Carrie said cheerfully. "What's going on?"
"Well we're asking Jack here if he knows what's going on with Hope, Goldie, and Foxy." Chica replied.

Toni pumped her fists in the air triumphantly. "Aw yes! Those two are getting it on!"

She and Carrie proceeded to squeal, and Carrie was jumping up and down with joy.

"I hate to interrupt you two," Jack said, "But that's the last thing those two would be doing right now."

The two stopped and turned to him.

"Really?" Toni asked. "Are they legitimately sick?"
Jack sighed. "No, and yes."
"Then tell us!" Mangle said. "I just want to make sure everyone is okay here. I've been sensing that there has been some drama and hostility going on recently, but I can't place it."
"Yeah, tell us Jack!" the others joined in.

Jack hesitated. He feared that Foxy would come after him again, or hurt Goldie again if he said anything. But he was tired of hiding it, and it had been a week since it happened. It would be better if he just told the truth and get it over with.

"Well," Jack began, "It all started last week when…"

But he never finished his sentence. The last thing he remembered was the girls' anticipating faces before the world went to black.

Hope unlocked the door with a sigh. She was walking sleepily towards the room where she and Goldie had been lying earlier before stopping in her tracks. She could hear quiet crying and she looked around confused. It was late and Goldie should have been sleeping. She rushed towards their room to find Goldie crying and punching her pillows.

"Goldie! What's wrong? Are you okay?" Hope said rushing towards him.

"Get away from me! You left me! What if he came here and took me? You don't care about me!" Goldie sobbed curling up into a ball on the bed, too drained to keep up his attack on Hope's pillows.

"No! Oh Goldie, that's not true. I locked the door and I was only out for about 20 minutes. I left you a note… Please. Let me help you. Why are you so quick to attack me after what happened? Goldie… If you need to talk you can tell me." Hope slowly moved forwards to sit on the bed.

"Why are you still being so nice to me?" Goldie whimpered.

"I love you. It's not like he took that away." Hope said cautiously moving to tuck Goldie in. He didn't move so she finished tucking him in and then laid down next to him.

"When he came into the kitchen…. I thought he was looking for Chica….." Goldie said nervously.

"Of course they are a couple. It makes sense you would think that Goldie." Hope said reassuringly.

"He was acting a little weird. He just stood there, by the door for a bit watching out the windows. I asked him what he was still doing here since Chica was gone. He turned towards me and stared at me….. The look in his eyes…. It was…. Oh God…." Goldie started sobbing again, terrified by just the thought of Foxy.

"Goldie it's alright! I'm right here. He won't ever come near you again and I promise I won't let anything happen to you. You're safe now. I swear you are safe." Hope petted Goldie's hair and talked quietly until he calmed down enough to speak again.

"He stared into my eyes for a minute. This… This sickening grin on his face. He grabbed me and I tried to scream for help. He told me no one cared. That I was just pathetic and even you thought so…. Then he took me back there and…..And…. I don't wanna talk anymore…." Goldie shivered and moved farther under the blankets. Hope smiled reassuringly and got up to go sleep on the couch in the living room.

"Can you stay with me? I don't wanna be alone. What if he comes to get me?" Goldie asked in a panic.

"It's okay. I'll stay in here if you want. I won't leave." Hope sat back down on the bed and hummed quietly until Goldie fell asleep. Hope followed him into the world of dreams and nightmares shortly after.

When Jack awoke, he found himself in the security office, lying on the small sofa located there. His head was throbbing, his stomach hurt, and his throat was dry. What happened? Glancing around, he saw Jeremy at the desk. He turned around and smiled at him.

"Hey buddy," he said, wheeling the chair over to the sofa. "How are you feeling?"
"Awful." Jack said, attempting to sit up. "What happened?"

"Well you were chatting with Mangle and the other girls," he began, "When you fainted. They said you were going to tell them something, but they didn't tell me what, only that I should watch over you. Also, did you throw up anymore after I left? You could be dehydrated."

"I was about to tell them the truth, since they asked me why Foxy, Goldie, and Hope called of of work. Guess that isn't going to happen anytime soon. And yes, I did throw up a few more times after I left. Nothing would stay down, even a little water…"

Jack didn't realize it, but he began to cry. Not a heavy and intense cry, just a light one with the tears streaming down his face. Jeremy got up and hugged him.

"Now did you eat or drink anything today?" Jeremy asked.

He shook his head.

Jeremy sighed. "Really Jack? You need to have something! I'll be right back."

So Jeremy left Jack alone for about ten minutes. In that time Jack sat with his hands pressing on his forehead, as if they would stop the pain.

When Jeremy came back, he had a small plate of toast and a glass of water for Jack. He protested that he didn't need it and that he would be fine, but Jeremy made him eat it anyways. So a defeated Jack began to eat the little meal. Trying to eat it slowly didn't work, and he ended up eating it quickly.

Once he was finished, Jeremy took the plate and glass, and set them on the table. They made a bit of a clang when they were dropped, as if Jeremy slammed them.

"Why are you so fired up today?" Jack asked. "You're normally quite calm."
"Why am I fired up?" Jeremy said, anger bubbling up in his voice. "I'm fired up because Foxy raped you! He took away our love, and he violated you. Violated us. No one should ever, ever do that to another person. Foxy needs to get the justice he deserves, and thank God he wasn't here today or else I may have killed him."

Jack blinked hard. He had never seen Jeremy so enraged. Hell, Jeremy seemed just as bad, if not worse, than Foxy when he attacked Jack a week ago.

"Hey, calm down, take a deep breath for a moment." Jack said, struggling to get up and hug Jeremy. "There's no point of getting yourself so worked up."
"But what he did…" Jeremy said, before being cut off by Jack.

"Yes what he did was completely awful and sickening. But I don't want you risking your life! And this talk of murder? Yeah, that's going to need to stop. We can report him to the police or whatever. Why don't we try to coordinate something with Hope and Goldie? They were just as affected by it, if not worse than us."
"Yeah. I suppose you're right."
Jack smiled. "Good. Now I'm going to get back to work."

He then proceeded to leave, much to Jeremy's protests. Assuring him that he would be fine, Jack went out and sat a couple down for a late afternoon meal. However, the whole time he was serving them, he felt intimidated by Jeremy, almost afraid of him.

Hope nearly jumped out of bed as the sound of her phone ringing woke her up. She groggily climbed out of bed and answered it, taking a quick look at Goldie to make sure the ringing hadn't woken him up.

"Hello?" Hope said as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

"Hope! What's going on! Three of my employees are out sick today! I'm down to one cook in the kitchen!" Mangle shouted into the phone, causing Hope to hold it away from her ear.

"Mangle, other than me and Goldie who else called in sick?" Hope asked, curiously, maybe Jack?

"Foxy did too. Are you and Goldie…." Mangle trailed off.

"Oh my God no! Mangle! You wanna know why Foxy called off? Because he's probably hiding so I don't hurt him! I'm home with a very battered and bruised Goldie. Why? Because that idiot attacked him! There is no way that me and Goldie would do anything because it was cause flashbacks for Goldie of when he was brutally raped by that fucking whore. So don't fucking question why me or Goldie are out. What you should be questioning is where is Foxy and what's the best way to punish him!?" Hope was fuming. She lost all self control once she heard that Foxy had taken a sick day. What was he tired after forcing himself on Goldie? He didn't deserve a free day to lounge around after what he did.

"Hope! Even though we are friends I am still the manager! You should not speak to me that way, but due to the current situation I will let it go. I had no idea that had happened. All I knew is I was missing some staff yesterday and now three of my best employees are out sick. I'm sorry that happened and I'll take care of the situation, but show a little more respect." Mangle said before promptly hanging up.

Hope looked down at the ground as she hung up the phone. She didn't mean to blow up on Mangle but she was still furious about what had happened. She didn't know if she should go to the police, go to Mr. Fazbear, the restaurant owner, let Mangle take care of the problem, or take the situation into her own hands. With a sigh she checked on Goldie before heading into the kitchen to make something for breakfast for the two of them.

With the dinner rush finally over, it meant that the day was coming to a close soon at Freddy's. Thankfully for Jack, it meant that he wouldn't be overloaded with work, just a few tables here and there.

Though walking up to one of the tables, Mangle was sitting there, and across from her was a man. He was dressed in a fancy suit, with a nice red tie.

Smiling, Jack went up to the table. "Hello Mangle. Who is this?"

"This," she said in a slightly nervous tone. "Is Mr. Fazbear, the owner. So why don't you stop the chit-chat and serve us?"

Jack was taken aback by Mangle's reply. But he handed them the menus and read off the specials. They placed their orders, and Jack went to the kitchen to put them in. He came back with their drinks, and then left them alone.

Or so they thought.

Once he was far away enough, he turned back around. Seeing that they were somewhat preoccupied, he went to one of the tables next to them, which happened to be behind a giant plant.

"So what is this you were telling me Ms. Fox?" Mr. Fazbear asked. "You were vague on the phone."
"Well sir," she began, shakily, "It's about your son."

He let out a sigh. "Alright, who did he knock up this time? I don't have the money to keep buying these people out with."

"Um, sir, he, uh, didn't quite do that. I think. He… r-ra… raped two of the employees. Within two week's time."
"TWO EMPLOYEES?"
"Yes sir. One of the chef's. And our server tonight."
"Wow, that boy is a real trooper."
"Yes he is sir."

"So are they pregnant?"
"Only time will tell sir. I would imagine they would be, even if he used protection, it may have been cheap."
"True, my son never believed in the proper protection. I thought I raised him better…."
"SIR!"
"Oh, sorry Ms. Fox."

She rolled her eyes in disgust.

"What is your plan then?" she asked the owner.
"Plan?" he asked, confused. "Oh right! My plan. Well, the plan is to buy them off."
"No police involvement?"
"None whatsoever. We can't have this getting out to the public! Besides, the boy who is our server seems pretty weak, and I bet the chef was too. They'll be easy to buy off."

After he said that, Jack stormed angrily off to the kitchen. Their orders had just come up when he got there, so Mr. Fazfuck couldn't complain that the food was cold.

Going back to the dining room, he practically threw the food down. He left and let them eat for around a half hour before coming back. They had just finished when Jack returned.

"Will that be all tonight?" he asked, not bothering to mask his tone.

"Yes lad it will be," Mr. Fazbear said to him. "I'll just take the check."
"Here." Jack said, handing it over with disgust.

Mr. Fazbear pulled out his wallet, and handed him the money. It covered the bill exactly, and even had a decent tip in it.

"Thank you." Jack said. "I'll be off with these plates. But before that, it was my displeasure to meet you Mr. Fazbear."

But before either at the table could react, the money was in his apron, and he flipped off Mr. Fazbear with both hands. He quickly grabbed up the plates and dumped them off with one of the bus boys. Furious, he then left.

"I need to talk to Hope when I get home." he thought as he got in his car, and peeled out of the parking lot.

"Hello?" Hope said picking up the phone.

"Hope! You won't believe what I just heard! I was serving Mr. Fazbear, and he plans on buying me and Goldie off so we don't tell the police about what Foxy did. He… He said we were probably weak so we would be cheap to pay off…"

"Oh really? Mr. Fazbear may think that, but he has another thing coming. Jack trust me. I'll take care of you and Goldie. I guarantee it. You and Goldie are amazing. Both of you are so awesome you're probably worth your weight in gold! Even though he is paying you Foxy is getting in trouble right?" Hope asked a bit calmer than she was earlier knowing that both the victims would at least get compensation.

"No! Foxy gets to just walk free and do whatever the Hell he wants...He even will still be at the restaurant!" Jack said near tears.

"That's ridiculous! Let me negotiate with Mr. FazFuck. I'll make sure he has to pay you two so much he'll go bankrupt! Thanks for letting me know about this Jack. I gotta go get me and Goldie a late dinner, but let me know if you need me later okay?" Hope asked, showing she still cared about her old friend.

"Y-yeah. I'll talk to you later Hope. Thanks for caring so much and helping me and Goldie out." Jack said before getting off the phone.

Hope sighed shaking her head and walking towards the kitchen where she found Goldie stirring something in a pot.

"Goldie! Why are you up? I told you I would take care of you!" Hope said quickly trying to guide Goldie away from the pot.

"Hope calm down. I know I'm not in perfect shape, but at least let me cook my own dinner. I am not a child. I'm just a little bit hurt." Goldie smiled weakly at her. He seemed a lot better after relaxing with Hope all day.

"Alright…. I just…. I don't want you to get hurt. Oh… I have news on Foxy…" Hope said nervously.

"What?" Goldie asked, his smile quickly turning into a frown.

"Mr. Fazbear, his father, wants to pay you and Jack off so Foxy doesn't get arrested. He thinks he can get you guys to be quiet for cheap. I think I can negotiate it so that FazFuck loses a lot of money in this pay off. I won't let him treat you and Jack like you're just a couple of cheap whores. Goldie, I'm going to take care of you. Don't worry about Foxy." Hope said forcing herself to smile at him.

"Thanks Hope. I-I'm really glad that I met you." Goldie said with a small smile. Knowing that something was happening to get Foxy punished lifted everyone's spirits.