Chapter 5 Good News: A Bunch of Questions

Vincent pulled into the driveway of the house, stepped out of his car and made his way up the steps to the door. With a grin plastered to his face after reciving the three thousand dollars from Hector, he had to try and keep his balance until he got inside. He stepped inside, his feet dragged along the carpet as he made a beeline to the fridge, opened the door, grabbed a beer, and went back and flopped down onto the couch. He then picked up the remote control, and flicked on the t.v. Seconds after he did that Mike came rushing in to see him. The man grabbed the money and his new uniform and hid them both behind a pillow. He wasn't going to say what had happened at work just yet, the mechanic figured that he'd wait till the whole family was sitting here with him.

His youngest son was excited that he was home. "Daddy's home, yay!" Mike jumped up onto the couch and hugged him.

"Hello Mike, yes I'm here: tired, hungry, exhausted, and I smell like oil from working all day, but I don't care. It's all worth it to see your smiling face. How are you?" His dad asked as he brushed a strand of hair out of his face. Tears started to run down the sides of Mike's face. "What's wrong son?" He thumbed his cheek softly.

Mike sniffled before speaking, "Daddy, Jeremy locked me in the closet."

"Again?" Vincent asked. His little boy nodded. Now normally there wasn't much you could do to make Vincent mad, but when Jeremy did something to his brother and Vincent's youngest son then he would be furious. "Jeremy get in here, and bring your mother with you!" He fumed.

"Sounds like your dad's home." Michelle said, as she grabbed Jeremy and dragged him out to Vincent. "Honey, glad you're home, I suppose you're gonna let your oldest son have it, I already gave him a talking to, plus I told Mike and reassured him that you would give him a good scolding." She winked at her husband. Vincent nodded.

"Well normally I would be mad at you Jeremy if you did something to hurt Mikey, but today I'm in too good a mood to be mad at anyone."

Jeremy just sighed. "Mom said if I didn't behave and treat Mike better, she told me I wouldn't be going to his birthday party. And I for one could care less about pipsqueak here." He shoved Mike to the ground.

"Jeremy!" His mother screamed.

The boy just rolled his eyes. "What? I like having a younger brother to mess with, I'm lucky. That and also that dad hasn't gotten drunk and beaten me one because of it. "

"Not yet Jeremy." Vincent remarked. "But you never know." He winked.

"Do you know what's in two weeks?" Mike asked his dad as he picked himself up off the ground.

Vincent already knew but he decided to fool with him a little bit. He scratched his chin, "Hm, two weeks? Two weeks? Um well in two weeks it will be November twelfth. Is it the start of Thanksgiving break?" "No, besides Thanksgiving break isn't until the twenty first." "Right I'm way off. Let's see, um the day we have a yard sell?" "No wrong."

Vincent scratched his chin even harder. "I got it, it's the day your mother gets her hair done cause she has a date that night. Thanks for reminding me." He got no response from his son. "Let me guess the reason I'm getting no response is because that isn't the right answer either?" Mike shook his head no. "Shoot well I give up. Mikey, can refresh your dads memory please?" His dad asked as he titled his head to one side and cupped a hand to his cheek.

Mike nodded, "It's my birthday in two weeks."

"Oh right it's your eleventh birthday, you're growing up so fast. And it's two weeks? Like as in two weeks from now? Well I had completely forgotten." Vincent lied. Mike playfully shoved him.

"No you didn't you lie." He accused his dad.

"Ha, ha. Alright you got me, honey call up a judge cause I have been found guilty."

Michelle just rolled her eyes, she was well aware of her husbands sense of humor from time to time, "Very funny Vinny, and also I forgot to tell you, well two things actually. One, on our way home when we passed the Fitzgerald's house I noticed Jennifer and Craig have themselves a baby. Looks like they're finally parents, it's a girl that they have." You see the Schmidt's and Fitzgerald famlies didn't just have their family owned eaterys on the same street of Manhatten, it just so happens that they lived in the same neighborhood as well: right next door to each other. Vincent just looked at her wide eyed.

"What?!" He sheriked. "Are you for real?" The woman nodded.

"Yes and to make matters worse, Fritz the guy who manages their bakery, was over at our shop today. He accused me and you of stealing their customers and he threatened me with a hand gun." Michelle breathed in a sigh of relief after telling him all that. Vincent picked up his bottle of beer, took a sip, and then spit it back out in a spit take.

"Again what?!" A fire sparked in Vincent's eyes. Mike's mother covered her sons ears so he didn't pick up his dads curse words. "That good for nothing piece of shit!" The man fumed angirly. "Who does that guy think he is? Nobody threatens my wife and gets away with it! And plus I work weekends in the soup shop so you can relax." He replied, as he now realized that he hadn't kept calm for very long. He shook it off, "And good news honey I finally made a descion on where we're taking Mike for his eleventh birthday."

"Really? Well where are we going?" Michelle asked as she uncovered Mike's ears, her curiosity was killing the cat.

"Well you know about FredBear's Family Diner on the corner of Main Street?" "Yes, I know that place just a couple blocks away from your shop, that's where we took Jeremy that one time."

"Exactly, so I met the owner Hector FredBear today, he asked a favor of me and I said yes. He was impressed with my work. So he paid me three thousand dollars for it and for the tune up I gave his VW bug, and the big news..." Vincent didn't finish the sentence, he decided to hold on to it for a few moments to coax out the suspense. Everyone had their hands cupped to their ears as they leaned into him very closely. He reached behind the pillow and pulled out his new uniform and the envelope. "Hector also offered me the job of a day shift security guard in his diner and I told him about Mike and he said that I could bring you guys to his diner for Mike's birthday! So that's where we're going on the twelfth!" Vincent felt like he was going to explode from all the excitement and the good news.

Everyone's went wide, pretty soon they were smiling from ear to ear. Michelle threw her arms around her husband and gave him a big hug. "Oh that's wonderful, you got money, a new job, and you decided where we're taking Mike for his birthday all in one day. Boy is the twelfth gonna be crazy or what?" She asked.

"Or what?" Vincent replied as one lavender eye gave a wink.

Fritz stepped inside the house that him and his sister Frisk owned. The Smith siblings had moved out of their parents house six months ago and were now living on their own. He hung up his top hat, slipped off his shoes and set his handgun down on the table. "Frisk dear I'm home!" He called.

A young lady in a dark blue dress, perals, and high heel shoes rushed out to see her brother. Her curly orange hair bouncing up and down as as she ran out and hugged him. "Hi Fritz, I made you a sandwhich, grilled cheese with a glass of milk, your favorite." She said in her sweet voice. Her brother nodded and sat down to eat. "How was work today? Frisk wondered.

"Fine, I love being a manager and you're not going to believe who I saw today."

"Who did you see?" she asked as she poured herself a cup of Chai tea. She came over and sat down across from her brother.

At this point, Fritz was having second thoughts and considering not to tell her about Scott, but he forced himself to anyway. "Well my dear sister it just so happens that I saw Scott Cawthon, he was my old friend from middle and high school back in 1968. He defended me from a bully in middle school, and he would have done the same thing in high school except he flaked out on me and left me to get beat up by Dennis. That senior bully pounded the crap out of me, and gave me a swirly, and after that I vowed I would get revenge. And now that I know where Scott works, it makes it all that much more easier to hunt him down and kill him." Fritz smirked, as he looked in Frisk's direction.

Frisk looked a bit scared by her brothers sudden chance in demeanor. Her only resonse to Fritz's anwser was, "ok whatever you say." Before she returned to her spaggetti dinner for one. It was a quiet meal, no one said antything. After they had finished up and Frisk headed for bed, Fritz stayed up for a while longer, he reflected back on what his friend said.

"Is Scott right when he said that he couldn't beleive I'm still holding a nineteen year old grudge for an event that can't be changed now?" The man spent the rest of the night pondering that one question.

Scott was fasinated when he saw the robots, the man took in every last detail, before he called to his manager, "Hey Hector where did these robots come from?"

Hector was busy sending out the orders for the animatronic merchandise. Samual was busy organizing the animatronics and setting them in place. He even built a little stage for Foxy (Vincent had told him when he wanted them named), and labled it Pirate's Cove. Felicity was giving him a hand. The man got up, walked over to Scott, and draped an arm around his shoulder. "Scott what do you see around here, what's different and catches your eye?"

"The robots sir, where did they come from?" Cawthon wondered. Hector smiled.

"Well Scott these works of art came from Vincent Schmidt, an auto mechanic here in Manhatten, has his own shop on Wall Street."

"Oh I know him, I know the whole Schmidt family" "You do?" "Yup I was the one who helped them open up their very own soup shop right across Main Street from the Fitzgerald's bakery. And the manager of that famlies eatery just so happens to be a guy who I attended both high school and middle school with. Of course he's mad cause he thinks I flaked out on him before a beating."

"You flaked out on him?!" Hector screamed. "No I didn't flake out on him, it's just that I had a meeting with my teacher and if I was late I would be in big trouble. It was nineteen years ago and now he wants to shoot and kill me cause I didn't help him." "That is just cold, a nineteen year old grudge?" The man nodded. "Dude I would hate to be you right now." Mr. FredBear shook his head.

"You have no idea what it's like to be me."

A/N

What?! A new year, man where did 2015 go people? Ah I'm just kidding guys, I know exactly where it went: gone with the wind. Just like everything else. And after a conversation with RainbowDash-the-Hedgehog I found out Fritz has a sister named Frisk. XD Fun! And another twist. I'm as evil as Vincent. XD Ok I think I did enough damage in this chaper, so until the next one. R&R and keep smiling! ;)

EDIT: I found a better chapter title. XD