Chapter 3 Paradise City? I Think Not

Vincent and Hector drove down the street, people hustled to and fro like little ants all over the place: across the streets, on the sidewalks. Everywhere. "Wow, New Yorkers are just so impatient, with each other." The mechanic shook his head.

"Yeah, I feel you." The other man agreed.

"You do understand me Mr. FredBear, and I just don't get why people are so...look out!" Vincent shrieked. Hector slammed on the breaks, they came to a grinding halt before colliding head on with a Dodge truck. The other vechical drove right on past them. Vincent rolled down the window before yelling after him. "Hey watch where you're going you impatient, good for nothing jerk, where'd you get your license from Mexico?!" The man turned back to his client. "Uh sorry about that New York man this city changes you in less then one day."

"Oh I know right? People only think of themselves around here and...oh here we are." Mr. FredBear cut his sentence short as he pointed out a small building on the corner of Main Street. "Welcome to my family's diner." Hector announced. He parked the car and him and Vincent stepped out.

"So what do you think of your car now hm? Pretty smooth ride over here wouldn't you say?" Vincent asked.

Hector nodded his head. "For sure, man those newspaper articles were not lying one bit. You are amazing Vincent Schmidt."

"Why thank you, glad to know that I've done a good job. I'm not the kind of man who rushes to get things done, oh no I'm the kind of man who takes his time and looks over things multiple times." The repairman replied as his eyes took in the restaurant top to bottom on the outside. It was nothing fancy really, it was just your ordinary diner like what most cities have, simple and modern. "I'm really impressed with this place, and your family owns this whole diner? Am I dreaming?" He asked himself.

"Yup, me, my beautiful wife Felicity, our son Samual, and my long time friend Derick. And no you're not dreaming Mr. Schmidt, beleive me if I were dreaming I wouldn't wanna wake up eaither. So come on inside and bring the robots with you." Hector motioned for the mechanic to follow him. Vincent grabbed his dolly, loaded the animatronics onto it and followed behind, knowing little that Hector was silently snickering to himself, what was he up to?

Michelle threw open the door to Jeremy's room and marched over to him. Her oldest son was busy organizing his Pokémon cards by type and HP while listening to Pokémon songs from the 2B a Master album. "Jeremy what were you thinking?!"

The brunette looked up to meet his mothers rage filled face. "What do you mean?" He asked uncovering one ear. "What did I do?"

"What do you mean what do I mean, you know very well what you did. You locked your brother in the closet again. Why do you do that? Why to you torment him like you do?" The woman asked.

Jeremy's only response to that was: "It's my job, someone's got to do it, and that someone would be me."

"Well you're fired, and if you do anything to hurt him again then you'll be grounded from coming to your brothers birthday party. Do you understand?!" Michelle shouted.

Mike snuck over to his brothers bedroom door, cupped a hand to his ear and listened in on the conversation. Mike and Jeremy like all brothers and also siblings, have their differences. They didn't have that many similarities between them, but there certainly were differences: Jeremy was the Pokémon/Anime lover who loved to torment his brother while Mike was a reader/writer who was always trying to avoid Jeremy as much as possible. Mike just wanted to have one day to himself without his brother doing something to make him cry.

"Oh who cares about his party, I have a feeling he's just gonna cry all day while we're wherever it is we're going for the party. I'll be with my friends, so, yeah. And I'll admit that only one small part of me actually cares about him, the rest of me, not so much." His mothers eyes were filled with fire and rage. She grabbed him by the neck of his shirt and pulled him close to her face.

"Jeremy Schmidt, you're the older sibling, and that means you're suppose to be setting an example for him, not to mention looking out for Mike and protecting him no matter what happens to the two of you. And I expect your behavior to change by the time Mike's birthday party comes around or you will be grounded for a long time. You got that?!" The woman raged. The brunette exhaled a long sigh before nodding.

"Oh alright, whatever mother."

"Don't you whatever me mister!" She pulled the plug on his headphones. "You have two weeks til the party, start behaving youself or else you're not coming with us!" Michelle let her son go before heading out and slamming the door along the way, leaving Jeremy slightly stunned. "Two weeks!" Michelle found her youngest waiting for her, concern was written all over his face.

"Mommy?" Mike asked.

His mother picked him up and hugged him. "Don't worry Mike, I think I gave your brother what he deserved, and if I didn't your dad will take care of it in no time at all. So between the two of us I don't think you have to worry." She winked before carrying him back to the living room. "Come on let's go wait for daddy to come home."

Rats scurried around in an ally way foreging for something to eat, they scampered out of the way to avoid being trampled by a lady trying to get away from an escaped convict, a basket tucked underneath one arm, a two year old infant inside wrapped up in a blanket. "Damnit." She said in frustration as she stomped her foot on the ground as she came to a dead end. The woman was trapped. An evil chuckle came from behind her as she let out an ear peircing scream. It only fueled her killer further, a menacing smirk appeared on his face.

"Ha, ha, ha! There's nowhere to run now Sabryna , we've already taken your husbands life and now it's time to do away with you and that little baby of yours too." Dexter said as he pulled a knife from his pocket.

"Please no I beg of you, take my life if you wish, but for the love of God leave my baby girl alone."Anxiety rose up inside the woman and spread throughout her entire body, she didn't know how her life had became the way it did.

Dexter moved closer and closer tword the trembeling duo, but spun around when he heard a man's voice. "Leave her be." It said. The man turned around only to come face to face with Fritz Smith. Fritz was on his way back to help the Fitzgeralds, but when he heard Sabryna's screams, he knew he couldn't let these two frightened people be killed in cold blood. That just wouldn't be right, Fritz may have a dark spot in his heart for Scott but not for anyone in danger or in trouble.

"Oh yeah pal, and just what do you plan on doing about me?" Dexter asked.

"Close your eyes and you'll find out." He reached for his gun. The other man closed his eyes and turned around, and as soon as he did that, Fritz shot him right in the back. Dexter fell forward face first onto the cold pavment, he gave one twitch and laid motionless at Sabryna's feet. "There you go mam. Think nothing of it." Smith tipped his hat to her.

"Oh thank you, thank you for killing him, Dexter's been hunting for me for quite some time now. My name is Sabryna, and as a token of my graditude take my baby girl with you, my husband was killed by Dexter, the man you just shot. I fear with the crime levels around here I might be next. I don't wanna lose my baby girl, I want her to grow up to be sweet and loving. Please sir, please take her, name her whatever you want, just give her a good home alright?" Fritz nodded.

"You're welcome Sabryna, the names's Fritz, and don't worry I happen to know of two lovely people who would love to have a daughter like her." Fritz had heard from Jennifer many times that she and Craig would love to have a baby all their own, but they just couldn't make it happen.

"Thank you sir, I'll never forget this." With a nod of her head she ran off out of the ally.

Fritz picked up the small blue eyed blonde haired baby and smiled at her, "Hi there little one, my my you are charming. Come on I know two people who would just love to meet you, give you a lovely home and a wonderful life. I would name you myself but I'm gonna let Craig and Jennifer handle that part." With that thought in his mind he walked out of the ally and headed back to Fitzgerald's bakery, not even worrying about what Jennifer would say."Oh I just know that when I get back Jennifer is gonna be like 'Fritz, where the hell were you?! While you were out frolicing in town doing only God knows what, we already got all the food and produce put away! What do you have to say for yourself!?'"The man mimicked her possible reaction before shaking his head. All he knew was that her and her husband would be too put off by the baby girl to be mad at him. With that Fritz continued walking, feeling good about what he did for that woman.

A/N

Ok this chapter took a dark and twisted turn. Fun! I decided to throw a curve ball in at the end of this chapter, I hope you guys like it. XD There are so many twists in the story that I don't even know where to start or even how many more are gonna pop up. We may never know. XD Ok that wraps up another chapter and leaves many questions to guess what the anwsers are: what's Hector FredBear getting at? What are the Fitzgerald's gonna say when they see the baby? What's next to come with Fritz and Scott? And what about the Schmidt family? Well the answers will reveal themselves in time. So until then R&R and keep smiling!