Chapter 8 Therapy Meeting with the Supernatural

Frisk looked at her brother, she was still in shock by the the question she recevied. "Really Fritz? You're asking me what I think you should do?"

Fritz nodded, "yes, I wanna forget all about holding this grudge, but my heart and my mind just won't let me. So put yourself in my position, if you were mad at someone who abandoned you and left you to get beat up, what would you do? I need your advice sister." Frisk got up and paced around, heels clicking as she walked back and forth. She grabbed her brothers arm and led him to the living room. Fritz laid back flat on the couch, and Frisk pulled up a chair next to him after she grabbed a clipboard.

"Ok, tell me what's on your mind."

Fritz cleared his throat and spoke, "well you see, the memory of me first meeting him is haunting me and me being in his arms for the first time after I met him is breaking my heart in two." He looked at Frisk who was taking notes and started sobbing, tears flowed like rivers down the sides of his face.

His sister got up, wrapped her arms around him, and patted him on the back, comforting him. "There, there brother it's all right. When did you say he flaked out on you?"

"Nineteen years ago in 1968." Fritz was greatful that he had a sister who cared for him and listened to his problems.

"Wow that long ago?" He nodded. "Wow, well let's see..." The ginger scratched her head and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear before responding. Frisk thought long and hard, just imagining what her big brother must have endured. All the pain and anger. Finally she spoke, "well, my advice to you would be...well, if I was you, I'd think I would apologize for accusing him of flaking out on you, let him explain what really happened, and if that works...I'd say just let by gones be by gones and continue on with your lives. You can't turn back time brother."

"I guess you're right sister. I should give him a chance to explain himself. I mean he was only trying to help me back in middle school and he did. But in high school he said he somewhere to go."

Frisk nodded to show that she was following the story. "Uh hun, uh hun. I understand. Keep talking." The girl encouraged. She was rather enjoying doing a therapy session with her brother.

"I just think he flaked out on me, and after Dennis took me and gave me a swirly, I just knew I had to get revenge. Ice formed in my heart, my personality darkened, we drifted apart and I've been holding a grudge ever since." The man finished off his tale of woe. "So, your thoughts on all this Frisk?" Fritz asked. The girl got up, headed to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of tea before coming back and sitting down. Fritz could just sense that this was going to take some time for his sibling to process.

He just sat back and waited patiently for her to come up with a solution. Hopefully she would be able to reach some sort of conclusion.

Vincent started to sober up with each step he took as him and Scott headed tword the animatronics. "I can't wait to see what you've done with my robots." The mechanic replied.

"You'll love it, just follow me this way." Hector pulled back a set of star printed, lavender curtains, revealing a crimson colored pirate fox, with a hook hand and eyepatch. "We built a stage especially for old Foxy the Pirate and named it Pirate Cove. Decided to give the kids a taste of being a first mate to a real piratewhat do you think of that?" Vincent nodded.

"Good, good, and also you've probably noticed how sharp his teeth are right?"

"Yeah, they look like they could do quite a bit of damage. That and the hook." Felicity observed.

"For sure, you just have to make sure that nobody gets too close to him or else he'll bite." Vince warned.

"Ok gotcha, we put the bear, chicken, and bunny on a seprate show stage that Derrick built. I think this old diner looks a million times better with these animatronics. Don't you think?" Hector and Vincent looked tword Hector's wife and son who nodded their heads and gave a thumbs up to Vincent. The guard smiled and returned the gesture. "If this dosen't reel in more customers then I don't know what will."

A voice that called from behind made them both jump. "Well dad, I've gotta admit, this place looks so much better now then it did when I first came here." They shifted around to meet a brunette with a Foxy mask and three other boys wearing masks of the Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica animatronics.

Mike glanced around to see who had called him. "Hello? Who said that?" The little boy called out. Blue eyes scanned everything in his room. His teeth began to chatter, anxiety spread across his entire body. He began trembling in fear, "J-J-Jeremy?" He called out. He assumed he was imagining all this, for nobody else was in the house. Michelle and Vincent were busy with customers, and his brother and his friends were over at FredBear's Family Diner.

He was all alone, locked in his bedroom...Or was he?

"Ok Jeremy, if this is some kind of joke, then it's not funny, it's really starting to creep me out." Pretty soon he focused in on his plushie. He picked up the bear and just gave a long stare at it. He jumped a little when the toy pried himself out of Mike's grip and hopped down onto the floor. Plush FredBear tipped his hat and spoke.

"Hello Mike, it's me." The stuffed animal greeted.

Mike let out a scream before hopping up onto his bed."Ahhh! What the?! You...you talked." He accused the toy.

"That I did." He walked over to the door, jumped up and gripped the knob. He tried to open the door, but it was locked. "Does he always lock you in your room?" Mike nodded through his tears.

"Almost every chance he gets, he does this and he torments me everyday."

"Ah I understand." FredBear padded his arm. "And yes I talked. I was always able to talk, and I've seen and heard everything. From your mother scolding your brother to the family feud you guys have with the Fitzgeralds, I creep over to the window whenever I hear the yelling. I kept quiet back when I was Jeremy's, never bothered to open up my mouth. I didn't bother to ever say one word to him. But since you came along, and as I got to know you better, I decided to open up and talk to you. Ok?" He titled his head.

The ten old sat there with his mouth hanging wide open and his eyes wide. Young Mike Schmidt didn't know what to think about this. He had just witnessed his own toy talking and interacting with him with his own ears and eyes. This wasn't one of his brothers practical jokes that's for sure. It was real. He sat back and scooted up against his bed. "Ok." He finally responded. Mike looked at the bear, as he crawled onto his lap and wrapped his arms around him. Now Mike knew that he had someone to talk to, even if it was just a plush toy. The little boy grabbed him and hugged him, Mike now knew that he wasn't alone anymore. He had someone who had seen everything going on in his life.

A/N

Hi guys, I know I said in the last update and also in the summary that this story would be discontinued. That and I'm guessing you've probably seen multiple reboots of this popping up and then disapperaing from the site. XD I just can't let this fanfic of mine go, these OC's I created are so near and dear to my heart that I just can't bear the thought of getting rid of them just like that. I changed a few dates around, and at the begining of the story, I changed the prolouge into an introduction chapter. So this story has no prolouge now. XD But that's ok. I can live with it. And plush Freddy coming to life?! What?! Ah the supernatural. It's crazy I know but that's what makes these Five Night's at Freddy's fandom so cool. Ok guys, I'm gonna end this authors note here, until next time, R&R and keep smiling! It's good for you.

EDIT: I changed Freddy to FredBear.