Chapter 1 Conflict and Confidence

The leaves changing color gave a signal to the people of Manhatten that autumn was upon them. But nobody bothered to take the time to notice it's beauty, or the change in the weather. Almost everyone who inhabitanted the bustling city were only focused on their own needs. In fact they were so preoccupied with their own problems that nobody paid any attention to a man in a powder blue suit, tie, black dress shoes, and a lavender top hat passing by them on his way across the street. Leaves crunched underneath a mans feet as Fritz Smith, the manager of Fitzgerald's Bakery and Café made his way over to Schmidt's Soup Shop to do a little investigating.

Him and the Fitzgerald's had been quite suspicious of them ever since they opened up shop right across the street from their bakery. Jennifer and her husband Craig the owners (who made their own deserts and treats from scratch) had been watching the Schmidt family ever since day one when they moved in, which was about a month ago. As the days went by and turned into weeks, the Fitzgerald's had noticed a sudden drop in customers coming to their bakery. So Jennifer had decided to send Fritz over across the street to see what was up.

Smith brushed a strand of ginger curly hair out of his face and straightened his glasses while one hand reached in his pocket and rested upon a loaded .44 Magnum handgun. He entered the shop and walked over to the front counter where a pretty chestnut haired woman was busy counting up the days profit. Her two son's Jeremy and Mike were busy chasing each other around, and her husband was at work in his auto shop on Wall Street. He had been working later hours then usual, and she knew that he was probably trying to get their youngest son's birthday right for once, just once. The Schmidt's were a two job family, manager and mechanic. Fritz rang the bell next to register. Michelle turned around to greet him, a bright smile on her face. "Hello, what can I do for you today?"

Fritz looked her dead in the eye. "You really wanna do something for me?" Michelle nodded. "Well you can give me an answer right now!" He demanded reaching for his weapon.

The woman tilted her head to one side. "What do you mean?" Fritz just smirked and pulled out his handgun.

"Well sweetheart, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, which way is it gonna be? I'm gonna let you decide."

"Um the easy way."

"Ok, then answer me this one question, why are you and your husband stealing our customers right out from under us?!"

Michelle gulped and backed up. "What are you talking about Fritz?" She flattened herself against the wall. She so wished her husband was here right now, Vinny would surely give Fritz a run for his money. Nobody messed with his wife and got away with it.

Smith was getting impatient with her, he wanted an answer and he wanted it here and now. "How stupid do you think I am Michelle? Jennifer and Craig believe that you and your husband are swiping their customers right out from under them. Have you not noticed the sudden drop in people over at their café ever since you and your family moved in?"Michelle shook her head while at the same time she slowly headed tword the back wall to the phone. "Well we were running this street first! So stop stealing our customers!"

"We haven't been stealing your customers, your customers just so happen to be curious about our soup and we're doing good busniess thats all!" She fired back. One of Fritz's eyes was twitching as he started to pull the trigger on his gun. He stopped and turned his head when he heard a voice.

"Well, well, if it isn't Frances Smith." A mans voice said as he came in the back entrance to the shop, the wind practally blowing him through the door along with the leaves. He was the manager who helped the Schmidt family get settled in. Michelle, sensing conflict was going to happen turned a corner and went to hide. Scott hung up his hat on a hook, shrugged off his plaid jacket, and faced his long time friend.

"Hello Cawthon. Long time no see, actually a really long time no see, and the name's Fritz now, not Frances. I haven't seen you ever since you flaked out on me back in high school in '68! It's been 19 years!"

Scott was at a loss. "What are you talking about?" He scratched the side of his head. "Oh wait a minute, is this about the senoir bully we had to deal with when we were Sophomores?"

Fritz nodded."Yes it was, and what do you mean "we"? I had to deal with Dennis by myself, cause god only knows where you ran off to. He shoved me into my own locker, and gave me a swirly everyday before lunch. Everytime that happened, my eyes were spinning so much I couldn't stop thinking about him. And everyday since then I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't even go to bathroom without having someone stand outside the door just to make sure Dennis wasn't there. All this happened because we didn't deal with him together as a team." He gave his smirk a more sinister look."And now I think it's time to return the favor."

A man dressed in purple coveralls that was covered with patches of oil from his earlier clients was finishing up a project of his. Vincent Schmidt, Manhattens number one auto mechanic and owner of his own shop on Wall Street "Schmidt Speedy Repair" was biding his time very carefully: tweezing wires together, before screwing on a panel with a drill. He then wiped the sweat off his forehead with the rag from his back pocket. "There we go, finally done, oh son, I hope you like your present this year. This year I think I finally got one right." The man breathed in a sigh of releif. You see Vincent had a long history of screwing up Mike's, (his youngest son)birthday, even the wife noticed. But he had been working on something special secretly for months in his shop. This year Vincent was confident he had gotten this one right.

Mike's present this year was singing and dancing animatronic robots that his dad had created with his own two hands. Two bears who were siblings, a bunny, a chicken, a fox and a Hodge Podge of other unique and colorful creatures. They even sang and danced. Vincent's ears pricked up when he heard a car pulling up to his shop. He rushed out to greet the driver. "Hello sir, the name's Vincent Schmidt, owner of Schmidt's Speedy Repair, keeping your car running smoothly since 1972. What can I do for you?" He asked.

A/N

Hey guys, I have returned. Cliffhanger, I am so bad. XD RuetheFox to anwser your question. The animation video I saw of March Onward to Your Nightmare was by Bonnie bunny. (yes the b in bunny is lowercase) XD A few of my favorite FnaF animated songs are by her. ;) And plot twists are fun. XD Mike being Vincent's son and Vincent being an auto mechanic came after roleplaying with RainbowDash-the-Hedgehog. Really fun author by the way. Ok, that's about it. Until next time R&R and keep smiling!