Chapter 2 Rivaling with Persuasion

The driver of the 1986 red VW bug got out and walked over to Vincent. "Hello so you're the famous Vincent Schmidt I've heard so much about yes?" Vincent nodded. "Well it's good to meet you. The name's Hector FredBear. Owner of FredBear's Family Diner just a couple blocks up the street." The brown haired man tipped his hat.

"Oh yes I've heard of that place, it seems like a quaint little eatery." The mechanic replied. "So what brings you to my shop?"

"Well yesterday evening my car started making all these weird noises, and I heard from a lot of people that you're a great mechanic. People talk about you a lot, you're even in the newspaper. I gotta say that's pretty impressive. So back to my car, I think it might be the transmission that's acting funny. Or something different. But you know, why make predictions when you can just see a professional mechanic and let them take a crack at instead of trying to do it yourself and making the problem worse, am I right?" Hector asked.

Vincent chuckled. "Yes you would be right there, I've been told I'm pretty good. Most of my clients have given me good reviews and recommended me to their friends, that's why I'm so successful. Now why don't you go sit down and let me inspect this old girl for you hm?"Hector nodded. Vincent grabbed up his tools before laying back on his creeper and rolling himself underneath the Volkswagon to track down and pinpoint all the odd noises. Five minutes later he found the source of his clients problem. "Well you were right on two levels Mr. FredBear. One, it was the transmission, and two oil is leaking, so you sure made the right choice coming to see me before the problem got worse. But don't worry, I'll have this old car of yours running good as new in no time." Vincent assured.

"Ok thank you for your help." Hector praised, giving him a warm smile before sitting back and waiting patiently. Brown eyes gazed around the shop; parts were scattered from one end of the shop to the other, newspaper clippings depicting Vincent's work and framed certificates from his previous clients hung on the walls. Pretty soon his eyes caught sight of the animatronics, he observed them very carefully taking in every detail. 'Hm these would probably be a smash hit at my diner, wonder if he would consider letting me use them?' Hector asked himself. "Hey Vincent, quick question, are these animatronic robots yours by chance?"

The mechanic stopped with his tinkering and enlightened him. "Why yes they are, I also tinker and fiddle around with robotics from time to time. I've been working on these secretly in my shop for months, they're a birthday present for the youngest of my two sons. Mike Schmidt's his name, he's turning eleven on November 12th which is in two weeks." Vincent inhaled and then exhaled a long sigh, thinking about little Mikey. "They grow up so fast, it's like their young childhood comes and goes by in the blink of an eye, am I right?"

"Oh you're very right, it seems like just yesterday they were babies clinging onto your side begging you not to leave, eighteen years later they're graduates out of high school with a drivers license, a full time job, living in a house with a nice famliy and voting for the next canidate to be the new president." The man chuckled. I know exactly how you feel Vincent."

Vince rolled himself out from under Hector's car, stood up and nodded."Yeah, you understand, so Hector back to our original topic, what about the animatronics?" He asked as he refocused on his clients question.

"Oh right, well you see business at the diner has been very slow these past few weeks, less customers you know?"

"Ah understandable, so let me guess, you'd like to use my animatronics to draw in more customers to your diner?"

Mr. FredBear shot him a look of surprise, his eyes wide. He gave a laugh and playfully hit him in the shoulder. "You're reading me like a book Vincent. That's exactly what I'm getting at. Come on whadda ya say?" The mechanic paced back and forth twiddling a wrench between his fingers. Hector then decided to sweeten up the deal. "I'd pay you if you did this for me, and I'd offer you the position of a day shift security guard in my diner. You could have the honor to keep an eye on the robots to make sure nobody touches them and breaks anything. And as my way of thanking you for fixing my car, you can bring your son to my family's diner for his special day, my treat. Free of charge." He winked. Vincent's violet eyes widened at that offer.

"Ok you have got yourself a deal sir, I accept. And I just hope my son likes his present this year. You see I have a long history of getting his birthday wrong. For the last eight years I've screwed it up, and I'm a terrible gift giver. I suck. I SUCK!" He hung his head in shame. "But enough about that, I'll load up the robots and then we'll be ready to go. And along the way you can give me some feed back on the tune up I gave your car." Vincent winked. Hector smiled while Vincent went to the back of the shop to retrive his dolly, he then returned and loaded up the animatronics. "Ok let's go." With that being said the two gentlemen set off for the diner.

Scott looked Fritz straight in the eye. "Seriously Fritz, that was nineteen years ago, I can't beleive you're still holding a grudge against me. Just cause I didn't help you to avoid a pounding by Dennis dosen't mean you have the right to shoot and take your anger out on me!" Fritz was silent for a long time. You could hear a pin drop as he was thinking of his response. He straightened his hat while he moved his hand up and pointed the weapon right between Scott's eyes.

"Actually I think it does. After all you put me through, you think I despise you, but in the end I wanna thank you, cause you made me that much stronger." He picked up a can of soup from the counter and chucked it tword the other man, causing Cawthon to duck. The can hit the wall, a dent coming after the impact.

Michelle came out from hiding, "Boys, I'm heading home, if you're gonna kill one another, take it outside and not in our shop. I don't wanna have to clean up a mess of blood in the morning alright?" Scott and Fritz nodded and headed out the back door into the ally way. "Mike, Jeremy, time to head home and wait for your dad." The woman called to her sons.

Behind the eatery, after the three of them made off for home, the wind stirred the leaves around the two managers as a cloud covered the sun."Let's end this Scott, don't make this any harder on me than it needs to be. Just let me take my revenge and shoot you dead on the spot, and then I'll be satisfied and be on my way."

"Frances, I'm not really sure this will solve anything." The other man replied. "In fact I think this will hurt you more then it will hurt me if you do this. I mean you'll end up feeling guilty that you killed your old friend."

"Yeah I probably won't. I have no sympathy for what you did all those years ago." The man in the tux pulled the trigger and fired, Scott dodged out of the way, the bullet hit a brick wall. "Damnit stand still you little rat!" Fritz spat, just as he was about to fire another shot, his phone rang. "Oh great what now?" He looked at the name and answered the call. "Yeah what is it Jennifer? I'm right in the middle of putting my long time friend slash enemy, my "frenemy" in his place, now what do you want?"

The femanie voice on the other end of the line was quiet for a long time. Jennifer always knew Fritz had some kind of conflict with "the other half" (which is what she reffered the Schmidt family as), but she didn't dare question him about it, or his personal life. She pushed his comment out of the way and spoke, "Well Fritz, we just need you back to help us, the delivery trucks just arrived."

Fritz gave a long sigh before replying, "Oh alright, I'm coming back." He put his phone away. "You may have gotten lucky this time Cawthon but next time you won't be so lucky. So mark my words: This. Is. Not. Over. I will have my revenge!" He slipped his gun back into his pocket and trekked back across the street.

"Whew, caught a break there." Scott flicked his red hair back and breathed in a sigh of releif before heading back inside the shop. "Maybe I shouldn't have flaked out on him before that beating years ago. If I hadn't done that then we wouldn't be fighting and going at each other's throats. Maybe we'd go back to being good friends." Guilt stabbed him in the heart as he walked back through the door. He headed to the bathroom to change before hopping into his car and setting off for his second part time job as a security guard at FredBear's Family Diner.

At home things got a little crazy with the Schmidt brothers, "Jeremy, let me out!" Mike shouted banging on the closet door with his one free hand, a plushie tucked under his other arm. "I swear if you don't, I'll tell mom!"

His brother, (who was five years older then he was) who locked poor Mike in the closet, was leaning up against the door. A smirk grew on his face. "Pipsqueak, if you want out and wanna keep that stupid plush FredBear, then you'll keep your mouth shut and you won't tell mom crap, you got that?" Jeremy threatened.

Mike didn't want his plush FredBear taken away, it was the only thing that made him feel safe and secure when he went to bed. "Ok, ok I'll be quiet just let me out please, I'm scared, you know I hate the dark!" The boy started sobbing, tears running down his face.

"Oh alright, since you asked nicely." Jeremy silently turned the lock and then walked in place, pretending to walk away. But he stayed in front of the door so he could torment his younger brother further, one hand resting on the doorknob.

Mike banged on the door again. "I have a feeling he lied, walked away and left the door locked." He scratched his head. "Hm, maybe I'll try to ram the door down." He walked to the back of the broom closet, set his plushie down, and positioned himself in a running position. Mike sprinted forward, but Jeremy opened the door, sending Mike running past him, unable to stop, smack dab right into the coffee table. The little boy fell backwards onto the floor after he came to a halt, his eyes were spinning and he could swear his brain was rattling inside his head. His older brother burst out laughing.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha that was hilarious." He then ran off to his room.

"Jeremy, you are gonna get it!" Mike grabbed his toy and took off after him, but was greeted with a door slammed in his face.

Their mother heard the noise as she walked in the living room, "Boys what's going on in here?!" The woman screamed. Her youngest son came into the room, tears spilling from his eyes.

"Mommy, Jeremy locked me in the closet again." He wined as he squeezed the little bear.

"Oh he did did he?" Michelle's blue eyes darkened, she stormed off down the hall. Mike knew she was going to punish his brother and let him have it. He peered around the corner as she entered his siblings room, he surely didn't wanna miss this. This was gonna be good.

A/N

Hey hey everybody another chapter. Woo! All the drama in this story, and all the feels am I right? XD And I love my OC's: Jennifer and Craig Fitzgerald, Michelle Schmidt, I created these characters a long time ago. You'll also notice that I changed the summary a bit as well. XD I'm getting better. Oh and the quote from Fritz when he was threating Scott: "After all you put me through, you think I despise you, but in the end I wanna thank you, cause you made me that much stronger." That actually comes from the song Fighter by Christina Agulera. Another awesome song that I would recommend. I listen to a lot of music. XD And poor Mike, having an older brother who torments him till his hearts content. It's sad. Ok so that's it for this chapter, until next time R&R and keep smiling!