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Jack's eyes fluttered open to sunlight streaming into his bedroom, hitting his face. For a moment he enjoyed the warmth of the sun, and the warmth he felt from the body next to him. Jeremy. The two had, after a month full of hardships, shared a moment of passion. It was nice to be held for once and not have to worry about anything.
He lied in the embrace, and after a few moments, he felt Jeremy stir awake next to him.
Leaning in closer he mumbled, "Good morning."
"You're finally up." Jack replied.
"Well I was up before you, but I just wanted to hold you a bit more."
"Aw, how sweet. What time is it?"
"11:30."
"You know we should get ready."
"Yeah."
The two broke out of the embrace and got up. Both of them headed towards the kitchen where Jack started to make coffee for Jeremy, while Jeremy made breakfast, all the while they were constantly smiling. Jeremy was moving in today. They figured since Jack had the bigger apartment, there would be more room for the baby when it came. Jeremy didn't have much left to move, since he sold most of this furniture, but he still had some and his clothes to get.
Within fifteen minutes, Jeremy was enjoying his freshly brewed coffee, and Jack was enjoying a plate of french toast and bacon.
"I'm so glad you're moving in," Jack said between bites, "I think it's for the best."
"I am too." Jeremy replied with a smile.
Leisurely, they grazed over their late Sunday breakfast. As they ate, Jack felt happy again. It had been a long time since he was this happy, and it was great to be like this again.
Hope snuggled into Goldie sighing as he held her close.
"Goldie I'm glad you're here for me. I love you so much." She said moving forward to kiss him.
Just as her lips reached his she was ripped away from the warmth and comfort of her boyfriend.
"Goldie?" Hope asked rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She looked next to her seeing that the other side of the bed laid undisturbed.
"G-Goldie..?" She asked again, tears forming in her eyes as she remembered the events of the night before.
"No, no, no…." She cried rolling over and burying her face in her pillow as she cried.
"What have I done?" She thought as the tears kept flowing.
"Did I really treat him like he was worthless and broken? Did I… Did I deserve this? Was Foxy…. Right?" She thought as she uncurled herself and wiped away the wetness on her face.
She crawled out of bed and began pacing back and forth in her bedroom. Light filtered in through the window and Hope felt unreasonable anger bubbling up at the fact that the sun still shined as her world came tumbling down around her.
She went to the window and yanked the curtains closed, her sadness turning into a near uncontrollable rage. She pulled the sheets and pillows off her bed and threw them around. She looked at her shelves and began pulling down picture frames, stuffed animals, mementos, and throwing them across the room. Her rage continued to grow, driving her to destroy anything she could grab and to make a mess. She pulled all her clothes from her dressers and threw them all over the room. She grabbed a pillow off the floor and screamed into it trying to cool her rage. She ran her hands threw her hair trying to think up another way to release her anger. She walked into her bathroom and stared at the mirror. Her reflection stared back, with eyes red from crying and cheeks stained with tears. Hope's anger spilled over at such a pathetic sight and she punched that horrible reflection as hard as she could. The mirror shattered, glass embedding itself in her hand and falling over the sink and the floor. She winced, the pain finally draining the anger out of her. She looked at her hand and slowly began to pull out the pieces of glass.
As she rinsed out the cut on her hand and tried to stop the bleeding she sighed heavily, only thinking that she deserved the pain and sadness tainting her heart and body.
The next day, Jack made it in just a little earlier than normal. Strolling in, he headed towards the dining room, and saw Bonnie sitting at one of the tables. He called Jack over, so he went over and pulled up a seat.
"Hey Jack!" Bonnie chirped cheerfully, "How are you?"
"Great!" Jack replied. "Jeremy moved in yesterday. Also, I found out I'm pregnant."
"Wow, sounds like you had a busy day. Congrats!"
"Yeah, it was pretty busy. Though I am little worried though."
"About what?"
"The tests. We're going to the doctor's after work today to double check. Can't be too careful."
The purple haired waiter nodded in agreement.
"That's what me and Freddy did," Bonnie replied. "I mean I knew I was, but it was better to be safe than sorry."
"True, but I'm just worried they might find something wrong."
Bonnie laughed. "Nonsense! I mean the only real thing that could be surprising would be if you were having twins."
Both of them laughed.
Hope parked her car and slammed the door as she got out to go into work. She was half an hour late, but she couldn't help that it took so long to wrap up her damaged hand. She walked into the restaurant a scowl on her face, ignoring the chorus of hellos she got from her friendly coworkers. She stormed into the kitchen nearly hitting Chica in the face with the door as she did.
"What the heck Hope!" Chica exclaimed angrily.
Hope flipped her off and started pulling pizza ingredients down from a shelf.
"By the way Mangle wants you in her office." Chica said before walking out of the kitchen.
Hope sighed leaving her things on the counter and walking to Mangle's office. On her way she nearly walked into Freddy and Bonnie suspiciously leaving the supply closet.
"Hey Hope!" They said in unison, both smiling.
She ignored them shoving her way in between and continuing to the office. She knocked on the door then stood waiting to be called in.
"Shhh.. okay, okay." She heard Mangle mutter quietly, then she loudly called for Hope to come in.
"What do you want?" Hope said angrily. She could feel tears starting to form in her eyes. Being back in the kitchen reminded her of Goldie, and being sad and upset wasn't something Hope enjoyed, so she tried to change that sadness into anger.
"Excuse you Hope, but I am your boss even though I am your friend. You shouldn't talk to me so disrespectfully. I called you in here to talk `to Mr. Fazbear about negotiations for compensation for Jack and Goldie." Mangle said, giving Hope a disapproving look and then glancing under her desk.
"Okay. And sorry…. Also hey Mike." Hope said half heartedly.
"How did you-" Hope heard Mike start, but Mangle interrupted him, "Here's the number, tell him your name when he answers."
Hope dialed the number, getting her arguments in order for when he answered.
"Hello Mr. Fazbear, This is Hope, the cook. I'm here to negotiate the price for not reporting your son to the police for rape." She said, barely masking her anger.
"Ahh yes. What will it take to set those two up so they won't talk? Twenty thousand? Fifty thousand? What?" He replied, sounding arrogant and cocky.
"Oh fifty thousand will do. But that's fifty thousand each." Hope said clearly.
"Of course my dear." Mr. Fazbear replied, sounding satisfied.
"Per year." Hope said, with a smirk.
"What?" Mr. Fazbear said, caught off guard.
"That's right Fazbear fifty thousand a year because your little rat of a son got them pregnant." Hope said, stretching the truth so that both victims could get payment.
"I- Not going to happen." Fazbear said, his earlier arrogance missing.
"Oh, but it will. I know about ten people who can testify that they were assaulted by your son. How many years do you think he'll go away for Mr. Fazbear?" Hope said, a bit of her typical sassiness slipping into her voice.
"Alright! But would these be once per year or what?" Fazbear asked, finally giving in.
"Once per month. Oh and there will be an extra thousand or so for the holidays too. Can't have the little ones go without presents now can we?" Hope said, now using her anger and personality full force to make sure she got what she wanted.
"Alright. Now goodbye, and tell Mangle to get my son on the line…" Fazbear said, completely defeated.
"Mangle he wants to talk to Foxy. Can I go back to work now?" Hope said with a sigh.
"Yes, the lunch rush is about to start." Mangle said, dismissing Hope.
After the lunch rush, Jack went off to see Jeremy. He wanted to discuss the doctor visit, though mainly he just wanted a moment alone with his man. As he casually strolled in, he was stunned when he saw someone other than Jeremy sitting at the desk.
The man at the desk had a rough look about him, and his face bore a bit of a scruffy beard. His hair was blonde, lighter than Jeremy's, and his eyes were a striking shade of amber that seemed to glisten because of the light that was just overhead. He looked to be very muscular too. Jack swallowed hard. This guy could beat him up in every way possible if he wasn't careful.
Though after a few minutes of standing there and this mystery man not noticing, Jack accidentally said, "You're not Jeremy."
This got his attention. A noticeable scowl came across his face, and he headed towards Jack, who was paralyzed with fear.
"Listen, you should know the rules," he began, "No employees are allowed in here unless they have permission from Ms. Fox…"
When he came closer, his rant trailed off. Jack felt his eyes darting over him, and then landing on the nametag perched on his shirt.
"Oh my." he said. "I'm so sorry. Jeremy told me you would probably come by."
"W-where is he?" Jack squeaked.
"He said he took the day off to prepare for a doctor's appointment, which is yours I believe."
"O-okay. Though w-who are you?"
Mystery man let out a hearty laugh.
"I should have properly introduced myself," he stated. "Where are my manners? My name is Spring, the new guard."
"It's you!" Jack exclaimed. "You're the new guard Jeremy was talking about. Nice to meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine. Jeremy told me so much about you."
"H-he did?"
"Definitely. It was all good, so don't worry. Though I can see why he called you 'the cutest thing to have graced the earth'."
Jack blushed.
"Sorry I was just repeating what he said," Spring told Jack. "I didn't mean to embarrass you."
"No, it's fine," Jack answered. "I guess I'm still not quite used to his compliments yet."
"I see. Not to change the subject here but do you know if this scrawny, sickly pale teenager who always says 'sempai' this and 'sempai' that works here?"
"Yeah, his name is Brandon. I think he hands out the balloons."
"Well I may have yelled at him unintentionally."
Jack laughed.
"Nah, he probably deserved it. The kid is constantly wandering this place not doing his job." Jack said, and then glanced at the clock. "Crap! I should get back to work. Nice meeting you Spring."
"Nice to meet you too!" Spring called out as Jack left. "And congrats!"
"Thank you!"
Hope wiped down the counters and finished putting everything back in its place without any help. Chica had left as soon as she could without helping Hope and Goldie wasn't scheduled to work today.
She sighed leaning against the counter and trying to imagine happier days in the kitchen, times when it felt warm and welcoming instead of cold and lonely. A tear slipped down her cheek and she angrily wiped it away, not allowing herself to slip back into moping about Goldie. She was pulling herself together and grabbing her stuff just as a group of four people tumbled in the door.
"Hi Hopey!" Carrie said jumping up and down, "What's with your hand? Did it get hurt giving Goldie a little something?" She said while making a rather obscene hand motion.
"Hey Hope, just ignore her!" Toni said elbowing Carrie in the side.
"Yeah… We, uh, figured it might cheer you up and make you not so angry if we did a bit of a girls night out kinda thing?" Mike said quietly.
"It was Mike's idea, but we all liked it." Mangle said with a smile.
"Really?" Hope said, a little confused by how much they cared.
"Yeah! We wanna take you to a club with us! You can dance all that anger away!" Carrie said excitedly.
"Well… I guess it couldn't hurt to try and have some fun with you guys." Hope said with the smallest of smiles.
The girls smiled and whisked her away into one of the city's various clubs.
"Wow. This place is insane." Hope said looking around at all the people in the building.
"It is one of the most popular clubs in town sweetie." Mangle said with a smile.
"Come on girl, let's dance!" Toni said grabbing Carrie by the hand and leading her onto the dance floor.
Mike slipped away with Mangle and before Hope could even realize it she was all alone in a building full of unknown faces.
"So much for a girl's night out." Hope muttered as she wandered over to the bar to order a drink and something to eat. As she waited for her order she stared out at the crowd searching for her friends, but they were no where to be found in the constantly moving crowd of people.
"Looking for someone love?" A mysterious voice asked from beside her. Hope jumped and turned suddenly, only to see a rugged looking man sitting beside her. She couldn't see him very well in the dim light of the club, only seeing that he was blonde, and looked like the rough around the edges type.
"Well, I am and I'm not. My friends disappeared with their girlfriends and are nowhere to be found, but I really am just waiting for my drink." She said, trying her best not to stare at the intriguing man beside her.
"How rude, I would never leave a beautiful girl like you alone in a place like this." The man said with a smile, "By the way, would you allow me the pleasure of dancing with you after you get your drink?"
"Hmm. I'll think about it." Hope said, thankful that the dim lighting of the club not only concealed his features, but concealed her blush as well.
The two sat together, both sipping their drinks as they watched the mob of dancing people.
"Would Goldie care if I danced with him?" Hope thought as she kept glancing at the man beside her, even in the dim light it was obvious he was handsome. "No, " She shook her head slightly, "I can do anything I want. Goldie doesn't care about me anymore."
"I guess it wouldn't hurt to take you up on the offer to dance." Hope said with a small smile.
"Come on then." He said, standing and taking her by the hand before leading her to the dancefloor.
In the loudness of the crowd and the music, Hope forgot about her worries, dancing the night away with the mysterious new man.