Chapter 6 Tomorrow: A Crazy Day

That night Fritz finally after his vision started to blur, managed to haul himself to bed. But he had a rough time falling asleep. He looked at Frisk on the other side of the bed. She was curled up next to him probably having a sweet dream. Being careful not to wake his sister up, Fritz slipped out of the room and went to the kitchen. He rested his elbows on the marble countertop, looked out the window and gazed up at the bright full blue moon. He let out a long sigh for he just couldn't get what Scott said out of his head.

'Seriously Fritz that was nineteen years ago, I can't believe you're still holding a grudge against me. Just cause I didn't help you to avoid a pounding by Dennis doesn't mean you have the right to shoot and take your anger out on me!' Smith shook his head in frustration before placing his head in his hands. Tears streamed down his face and splashed to the floor. One hand moved down and curled around a small object around his neck, it was a golden heart shaped locket Scott had given him back in elementary school. It was to make Fritz/Frances feel better after his run in with Benny.

He had kept it ever since: the locket and the unforgetful moment when he was in his friends arms sobbing tears of joy. The man opened it up and still on the inside was a picture of them. His heart swelled in his chest, the anger of the nineteen year old grudge was painful. "I guess you're right Scott I have no reason to take my anger out on you. But my heart just won't let me forgive you." Fritz said as he gathered himself up and headed back to bed. "Oh well, tomorrow is another day."

The Next Morning

Jennifer was feeding the new baby her breakfast. Katherine was enjoying herself a bottle of warm milk. Craig was busy getting her new room ready, last night she spent the night in her basket on floor next to Jennifers side of the bed. But pretty soon after Craig was done she would have a room all to herself. He finished hammering the last of the nails in before calling in his wife to judge. "Honey come in here, I'm finally finished with the new room! You'll love it!"

The wife came in carrying little Katherine Fitzgerald in her arms. Her eyes were wide as she took in the new room: pink and purple painted walls with flowers, baby toys, a crib with a hand stitched pillow and blanket."Oh my Craig, I...I'm..."

Her husband raised an eyebrow, "Hm, speechless are we?" Jennifer nodded, her mouth still hanging wide open."I thought you'd feel this way, well in my own opinion I think it's great. Don't you?" Jennifer gave a thumbs up while Craig came over and closed her mouth for her.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. And honey?"

"Yes Craig what is it?"

"Don't you think we should be thanking Fritz for what he did for us?" The woman knew very well that her husband was right.

"You're right we owe Fritz for what he did for us, he made our lives a million times better." Jennifer nodded and smiled. "Next time we see him, we'll repay him."

Craig shook his head yes, "Good idea. And also the next time we see the Schmidt family we can finally tell them that we're finally parent's now. They may have two sons but we have a daughter."

His wife smiled. "I was thinking the same thing. They may have one more kid then we currently do, and they may both be boys, but we have a daughter. We're lucky."

"I agree completly. "

Michelle came downstairs only to find Vincent had passed out drunk on the couch from last night. He was laying flat on his back snoring away: uniform clutched in one arm, remote in hand and a half empty beer bottle in his opposite hand. A string of saliva was hanging from his mouth which was wide open. "Oh dear, Vinny's gonna be late for work." She called to her youngest son. "Mike sweetheart could you come here for a minute?" Mike came bouncing downstairs. His FredBear plushie comfortably tucked under his arm, even though he knew it would be taken away pretty soon because he tattled on his brother yesterday. Jeremy would surely lock him in the closet again, or something much worse.

Mike tried not to think about and make predictions about the possible outcome. The little boy simply asked, "yes mommy?"

"Sweetie, wake daddy up will you? He's gonna be late for his new job." Mike nodded. He crawled up on top of Vincent, and just sat there, staring at him. Vincent could feel someone breathing on his neck. Next thing he felt was someone poking him. Soon he opened his eyes. The man blinked the sleep from eyes, and rubbed them. As soon as his vision focused he saw who was laying on him.

He screamed when he saw his youngest son staring at him, his eyes not blinking. Mike fixed a stare on his dad. "Ahhhh! Mike what are you...doing laying on me?!" Vincent sheriked.

His little boy smiled, "Mommy said to get up, you're gonna be late for work." Mike chirped. Vincent's eyes widened, his body shot up, throwing his son backwards to the other side of the couch. He took his beer bottle to the kitchen and threw it out before he headed upstairs to change. Five minutes later he practially came tumbling down the stairs. Vincent was now dressed in his new attire: lavander uniform, hat, black slacks, tie, socks and dress shoes, a yellow security badge pinned to his chest, and there was one on his hat as well. His hair was pulled back into his iconic ponytail with a red bow keeping it in place, and a ring of keys hung from one of his belt loops. One was for his auto shop, one was for the house, and another was for the car.

"Well? How do I look?" Vincent asked them.

"Oh honey, you look amazing."

"Why thank you, I'm off to my new job. The auto shop will be fine, I locked it up last night, Michelle you handle the soup shop as always. You're good at that, I'm sure Scott will be there to help you. And last but not least Jeremy since you're the oldest, you can look after your brother, you're responsible to be left in charge of him while were gone ok?" Their dad asked.

Jeremy nodded, "Of course dad, I just love spending time with my little brother." He replied walking over to Mike, wrapping an arm around his neck, and ruffling his hair." Vincent was about to hug them when there came a knock on the door. The man anwsered it.

"Scott, what are you doing here?" He asked. "I mention your name and boom, here you are." Scott smiled.

"Hey what are the odds of that? And Vince, love the new look you've got going. Let me guess you have a job at FredBears Family Diner?" The mechanic nodded, "yes I do, how did you know?"

Scott let out a small chuckle. "Well Vincent I just so happen to have a job as a dayshift security guard there as well. I work at the diner when I finish up my part time job at your soup shop. Plus reason number one, I could tell by your uniform, we have the same look except your shirt is purple. I just came by to say I absolutly love the ro..." The rest of his sentence got muffled when Vincent clamped a hand over his mouth and hissed. He whipped around to make sure his wife wasn't looking at him before turning back to his manager.

"Shhhh! Don't give me any feed back or say anything about the robots just yet, wait til we're away from the wife and kids first. I don't wanna ruin Mike's surprise. Alright?" Cawthon nodded yes and Vince pulled his hand back. "Good, ok let's..." The man stumbled forward and almost fell. Scott reached his arm out to stop him from hitting the floor.

"You ok?"

"Yeah I'm still a little hung over from last night. You wouldn't mind driving me to the diner would you?"

"Of course not, you did something nice for Hector, and him and I are both really impressed with your work as well, so driving you to the diner is the least I could do for you. Plus Hector wanted me to come get you. He told me that when he saw the look on your face after seeing the amount of money he gave you he figured that you would probably oversleep." The manager laughed. "And there's a little surprise at the diner curtiosy of Mr. FredBear himself, along with some help from Felicity, Samual, and Derick. Scott grabbed Vincent's hand. "Trust me when I say you'll love it, come on, let's go. You'll somber up as soon as you're in the family eatery. Alright?" Scott asked.

Vincent nodded his head and hiccuped, "Right. Ok honey we're gone, Jeremy and Mike be good alright?" His two sons nodded, but behind Jeremy's back, fingers were crossed.

"Bye daddy!" Mike called running over to hug him. Michelle hugged him as well. She gave her youngest son a tight hug before following behind her husband and Scott.

"You heard your dad Jeremy?!" She called. The brunette nodded.

"Loud and clear." Jeremy gave a thumbs up. Soon the door closed and Mike and his brother were left alone. "Well small fry, looks like it's just you and me." Jeremy winked before smirking. Mike gulped and jumped back, for he knew this was gonna be a long day. Especially since he was home alone with his older brother who was a nightmare to be around. 'Oh no! I'm so dead!' Mike thought. The little boy immediately turned around and ran, Jeremy was right behind him. He was going to enjoy tormenting him today, even though he made a somewhat convincing promise to their mother that he would be good to Mike, but since no one else was around, there was no one who could stop him from breaking that promise.

On the way out to the cars the Schmidt's caught sight of the Fitzgerald family. "Hey Schmidt family guess what!?" Jennifer called over the fence. Michelle thought for a second before anwsering. "Um, you guys are finally moving out?" Scott couldn't help but laugh. "Wrong! If anyone should move out it should be you guys, I mean it's already bad enough that you have your business right across the street from our bakery, but you had to nerve to move in right next door to us Michelle Schmidt!"

"Try again." Craig replied. Scott took a whack at it this time. "You're getting a new a manger because your current one who was formally my best friend turned enemy wants to kill me?"

"No strike two guys. One more and you're out!" Finally the other side admitted defeat.

"Alright we give up, what is it?" The Schmidts and Scott asked in unision.

"We have ourselves a daughter now." Jennifer said happily. "Katherine Fitzgerald's her name." "Oh well we already knew that!" Michelle scoffed. "Have you guys been spying on us?!" The other woman accused. "Oh that tears it!" Mikes mother was about ready to climb over the fence and choke her rival but Scott grabbed her and pulled her back. "Just give me five minutes with her! I'll kill her!" She seethed.

"Guys calm down. Oh wait actually Jennifer I never knew that." Cawthon interrupted.

"Not the...the time Scott." Vincent said gently still holding the other mans arm in order to keep himself supported and on his feet. "To the diner we go. On weird!"

"Right, sorry guys we're outta here!" Scott said. "And you mean onward." With that everyone was off. Going their seperate ways to their own jobs.

A/N

Hey I'm back with the newest chapter in this story. Thank you to the people who have reviewed, favorited and followed this story so far. It helps me and makes me know people are liking this story. I really enjoy writing this. So Mike left home alone with his nightmare of an older brother? This and everything else in this story can only lead from bad into a living hell. Notice I didn't say from bad to worse. Cause from the looks of what happened at the end of this chaper we skipped right over top the word worse. It took one look at this chapter and ran like heck. XD Ok until next time R&R and keep smiling!