Chapter 7 The More You Know

"Ahhhhhh! Jeremy, get away from me!" Mike cried, as he scrabbled away from his brother. His legs carrying him him as fast as they could. It was to no avail though, for Jeremy caught him by the neck of his shirt and pulled him backward. "Let me go!" The little boy cried.

"I know I promised mom that I would be good to you, but since neither her nor dad are here, no one can stop me."The color drained from Mike's face as Jeremy picked him up by his collar, turned him around, pulled him close to his face and let out a low growl, "You tattled on me, you promised you wouldn't do that pipsqueak. You know what this means don't you?" Mike knew very well what this meant; this meant goodbye to plush FredBear.

"Please no." He begged. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The little boy pleaded tightening his grip on his plush toy.

His brother shook his head, "you're not sorry at all. Gimmie that plush bear." The older boy fixed a tight grip on the bear and yanked it right out of his siblings hands. Mike was then lifted up into the air, before being roughly dropped to the gound. He felt like one of his ribs broke, cause the next thing he felt was a sharp pain shooting throughout his body. Jeremy analyzed the toy and looked it over very carefully. The one thing that caught his eye was the tag that was ripped off and the little red spots of ink on his face. He then remembered that he was the one who did it, before he shoved it into a box and forgot all about it. It was a marker inncident that did it, Jeremy wasn't looking when he was coloring in a book back when he was a kid. "This used to be mine, I got this a long time ago. How the hell did it end up in your possession?" He eyed Mike suspiciously.

Mike swallowed heavily before speaking, "mommy found it in a box in the attic, she said it was from your first trip to the diner a long time ago."

"True, it was, but as I got older and gained a pipsqueak little brother, I had no need for it anymore, cause I now had you to torment. So I just shoved this old thing into a box and forgot about it. And I should probably shove you into a box for tattling on me you little shrimp! How dare you rat me out to mom!" Jeremy seethed as he flung the toy across to the other side of the room, causing Mike to sherik.

"Ahhhhh! I'm dead aren't I?!" The older boy smirked, nodded and lifted him off the ground again. Now Mike was in big trouble. The little boy struggled to get out of his brothers vice grip he had on him. But it didn't seem to work. His legs flailing above the ground. Mike was much weaker then Jeremy. He so wished his parents were home right now, Michelle and Vincent would surely ground him for life and then he would be free. But then just as he was about to get a beating a knock came on the front door.

"Who is it?!" Jeremy asked.

A boys voice on the other side of the door called out, "Jeremy Schmidt we know you're in there. Now either you come out with your hands up or else we're coming in!"

Jeremy gave a sly crooked smile before looking at pipsqueak who was beginning to whimper, "Come on in boys." He called as he flinged his brother onto the couch. After he did that, Mike made a run for his plushie. He scooped it up into his arms and held onto it tight. The front door opened, and there stood three boys. One was fifteen with blonde hair with two shirts (one overtop the other) and was wearing a chicken mask, another was sixteen with curly black hair, wearing a green shirt and blue pants with a brown bear mask, and the last one who was also sixteen had on a red shirt, grey pants, brown hair, and he was wearing a blue bunny mask. These were Jeremy's group of friends: James,Tyler, and Sean. "What are you guys doing here? And what are you wearing?"

"Jeremy, I have amazing news..." Tyler, cutting his sentence short, tilted his head to look behind him only to find Mike eyeing them. He cleared his throat then spoke, "Um dude, you wanna do something about your brother?" He asked, pointing at Mike.

Jeremy nodded. "Of course, mom and dad aren't home so allow me to dispose of my baby brother and then we can talk." Mike said nothing as Jeremy grabbed him by his wrist and drug him to his room. He opened the door and threw him inside. "Don't you think about coming out of that room." He snarled. "To make sure you don't..."Jeremy then slammed the door and locked it before walking back downstairs to find out the amazing news.

"Aw man, why is my life horrible?" Mike wondered. He then curled up next to the door and cried, tears staining the carpet and his black and white striped shirt. "Hopefully my birthday will be better though I highly doubt it."

"Yeah, Mike it's gonna be rough considering your brother and his band of misfits. But your life is not horrible. I'm here with you." A voice said softly. Mike lifted his head and looked around nervously.

"Who said that?" The little boy asked aloud. Mike then tensed up, he thought it was his brother and his friends playing a joke on him, but little did he know that Jeremy was heading out to FredBear's Family Diner.

Fritz headed downstairs for breakfast after getting himself dressed and brushing out his curls. Today Fritz donned a red suit, slacks, dark blue top hat and bowtie and the same black dress shoes. You see the Smiths were an extremly wealthy family who could afford only the best, that's why Fritz and his sister looked so good. Frisk was waiting at the table with a stack of pancakes to split with her brother for breakfast. "Good morning brother, and just how are we this fine day?" The girl chirped as he handed him his handgun. The man shrugged his shoulders and slipped the weapon into his pocket. Fritz exhaled a long sigh. He sat down and stabbed a stack of hot cakes with his fork, drowned them in syrup and slathered them with butter.

"I don't know, I mean I wanna forget all about having this nineteen year old grudge against Scott, but I just can't seem to drop it. I simply can't let it go knowing that he abandoned me before that beating during my Sophmore year of highschool. My heart just won't let me forgive him." He looked into his sisters emerald eyes. "Frisk, from a brother to a sister, what do you think I should do?" Fritz asked his dear sibling.

Hector was looking at his wrist watch wondering to himself where the heck Scott and Vincent could be. "Where are they? What's taking them so long?"

"I have no idea dad, but I'm sure they're on their way." Samual assured. And just moments after he had said that, Scott came in through the door, with Vincent still leaning on him, one arm hanging around his shoulder. "See dad, I told you."

Mr. FredBear nodded, "ok son I stand corrected. Welcome back Vincent, and hello to you too Scott, always a pleasure seeing you." Scott let go of the mechanics arm and right after he did that Vincent gripped one side of his head with his hand.

"Uh, hey Hector, if you're wondering what's up with me, I passed out drunk on the couch last night, as you can probably tell?" He hicupped again. Mr. FredBear nodded. "But don't worry, I'm almost back to normal." Vincent replied. "So what about this little 'surprise' that Scott was talking about?"

"Oh right, follow me this way Vincent." Hector motioned for them to follow. He couldn't wait to see the look on Vincent's face when he got a glimpse of what him and his family had done. He knew that Vincent would love what his latest client had done with his animatronic creations.

A/N

Oh all the chiling, nail biting suspense of this soon to be tragic tale. So now we've met Jeremy's band of misfit friends, this can only lead into trouble. XD And also who was talking to Mike after he was locked in his room? Well we'll soon find out won't we? And after I read over a few chapter I realize that I have a new pairing: Scott x Fritz. I didn't realize that until I went back and read over the last few chapters. It was during and after that flashback of when they first met one another. Now I realize that I ship those two. XD Ok I hope you enjoyed this. Until next time, R&R and keep smiling!