NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL AGES
WARNINGS
Frequent cursing
Angst
Mistreatment to a lesser being
Mentions of murder
DISCLAIMER
This is based upon the video game franchise Five Nights At Freddy's, all rights for the characters and the world they interact inside belong solely to Scott Cawthon. We own nothing but the writing.
Please give credit to those who deserve it. Thank you.
"Welcome to- dude! If you just want me to constantly say 'welcome to 'Paradise'', then fuck you."
"Music to my ears," David smiles, laughing softly as Fritz waves down at the scowling guard enthusiastically. The scowl turns into a returning wave however, one with a confused expression toward the offered hand. "Think you could help me?"
"You know you can just grab him," Abby comments, earning a glare as Mike hesitates.
"It is a bit easier," he admits. He walks onto the palm once more, though, still unsteadying about the entire transaction, all the way down to the-
"IRISH JIG!"
Fritz laughs at the outburst from their friend, hugging Mike as the man quickly returns the action, grumbling all the while.
"Yes?"
"You fucking climbed down his goddamn arm!"
The redhead shrugs before grinning knowingly. "So?"
"While Douche Bag is walking!"
"You could try it, Mike," David offers, slowly walking down the aisles before kneeling in front of the few 'Mini-Me' tanks they have. "I really don't mind."
"I've done a lot of crazy shit, but I've never been on a goddamn shoulder," the ex-lead guard berates, crossing his arms before carefully sitting in the business man's hand as Fritz joins him.
"Speaking of crazy shit, what the hell are you two doing here?"
"Truthfully, trying to find Fritz a girlfriend."
"MR. HARRISON!" his charge exclaims, kicking gently at the man's thumb before rolling his eyes at Mike. "We came here to see you."
A moment goes by of silence, the two looking at their still 'unowned' friend glancing at the ground.
"As much as I really fucking love that, and trust me when this is the first...well Scott was first, but first goddamn time I've ever felt safe in someone's grasp, you guys can't fucking steal me away from customers."
"We aren't."
David smiles at the confused expression Mike was pulling, winking down at him before kneeling in front of a few little girls racing around, fingertip placed on the tank.
"Fritz can code and-"
"Don't say hack."
"...look inside their profits. And seeing everything, you never have anyone buy anything at this time. Don't know why, but you don't. Meaning we can steal you."
"And no one notices," Fritz smiles, leaning into Mike as the man quickly wraps his arms around him. "Please, Mike? We really do miss you."
"I fuck shit up."
"Not doubting that," David grins, smiling widely at the little girls actually laughing as he pulls a strange face in front of them. "Fuck things up so badly I don't think we should-"
"Mr. Harrison."
"Oh come on!"
"You'd still help us stop fights about what movie to watch. What food to buy. Who has right of way, me or Jeremy."
"Jeremy."
"That's why we miss you Mike," Fritz mumbles, looking down at the hand he's come to memorize. The hand he's come to trust more than anyone else's. The one that held him over sixty stories above the ground and held him close when they slept.
The one he will happily kick for being a complete jerk.
The man slowly nods at that, simply enjoying the two's company as David messes with random things, putting items where they don't belong, starting a revolution in a few tanks...David things.
"Have a great day, Mike."
"You too!" the man calls, waving to the business man's back. A moment passes and Fritz suddenly appears at the top and waves, sending him into a fit of laughter when he realizes the little asshole climbed up his arm once again when he was STILL MOVING!
What will he do with that kid?
...or, what would he do if he could.
Maybe that's the last time he ever sees them. Maybe that's the last time he ever sees any of them.
But it was nice while it lasted. And God he misses them.
"Ready for another day, Mike?"
"Sure, Abby."