Chapter 9 So Much Better

Vincent's eyes widened. The one thing he certainly wasn't expecting was to find his oldest son here, Jeremy was supposed to be at home looking after his brother. "Jeremy, first off, what the hell are you doing here?! Secondly, you're so sweet, coming here to see me with a new job, I knew some part of you wasn't totally coruppted by being a teenager, and lastly, you're suppose to be at home taking care of your brother. Why are you here?" Just then a though popped into his head."Oh I see what's going on. You're here to find out what Mike's present is and then you're going to go home and spoil the surprise for him. Well you're out of luck mister, I'm not telling you what his present is, my lips are sealed. You're not getting anything out of me." His dad shook a finger at the boy.

Jeremy held up his hand, "chillax dad, you've got it all wrong, A. pipsqueak's at home locked in his room, B. I'm not sweet. Gag." He made the gagging gesture with his hand. "And C. I'm not here to spoil his present. Partly cause I have no idea what his present is. No, I'm here cause Tyler, James, and Sean told me that this old diner was totally sick now."

"Sick is teenage lingo for cool Mr. Schmidt." Sean informed, making Jeremy elbow him in the shoulder. "Ow." He remarked.

The brunette growled at him, "what did I tell you guys about conversing with my dad?"

The boy in the Bonnie mask hung his head. "Sorry dude, won't happen again."

"Yeah, Sean I get the lingo. Thank you." Vincent said nodding his head. "I was once a teenager too. So son, how do you like the diner now?"

"I'll admit, you've really brightened this place up, this place was a dump when I first came here. But now, it looks twenty percent cooler. You did good dad." Jeremy admitted giving a thumbs up.

"Why thank you for your praise Jeremy, it's means a lot." His dad said placing a hand on his shoulder, even though inside his mind he wanted to slap him.

Hector took a break from admiring the robots and walked over tword the small crowd. "I take it this is your other son Vincent?" He asked looking tword Jeremy. The guard nodded.

"Yes, Hector this is Jeremy Schmidt my oldest and his three friends, James, Tyler, and Sean. Jeremy was here at the diner years ago when he was about Mike's age. He even has a FredBear plushie at home that the wife gave to Mike. Isn't that right son?" Vincent asked.

"Yeah, whatever." Jeremy shrugged his shoulders, gave a quick nod yes, and went back to watching the animatronics.

Mr. FredBear looked tword his newest guard, who just gave a smile and said, "Kids these days, when they hit the teen years, that's when it goes downhill. Additude and all, am I right?"

"So right, Vincent, that's another thing we agree on." Hector said.

"That's the way it is, and there's no changing them, your kids will become whoever they want to be. It's their life, and we have no total control over it or even them." Scott remarked.

Fritz sat up and fixed a stare on his sister. Frisk was still remaining silent, not saying one word. Taking a sip of her tea from time to time, but she still wouldn't speak a word. Fritz waved a hand in front of her face, "um Frisk? Hello? You gonna say anything to me?" Again he got no response.

Fritz got up off the couch, headed tword the kitchen, and filled up a pitcher of water. He came back, and doused her with it. She screamed, "ah! What the?! She looked around frantically before focusing on her brother standing right in front of her. "Oh, was I just sitting here not saying a single word?" Frisk asked as she wrung her hair out.

Her big brother nodded as he set the pitcher on the table and looked her straight in the eyes. "Yes, yes you were, so what do you want me to do about my little feud and the hatred and anger that I have tword Scott?"

"Ok right, well I say you go find him, let him explain what really happened, and don't jump to any rash conclusions. Also don't shoot and kill him, cause from my perspecstive, that won't solve anything. Just let him tell you the whole story and then, after his explination you'll know for sure weather or not he flaked out on you. I just hate to see you this way brother, being mad at your friend who saved you from a bully in middle school and from nineteen years ago to this day still holding a grudge. Alright?" Frisk patted her brothers head before grabbing his hat and placing it back on top.

Fritz grabbed a tissue and dried his eyes, before looking up at his sister. He wrapped her up in a hug. "Thank you Frisk, I feel so much better, you're the best sister that anyone could ask for." He wept.

"Oh, you're welcome, anything to help brother." The girl said.

The man looked at his watch, his eyes widened. "Oh man is it really eleven o' clock?!" His sister nodded yes. "Crap, I'm an hour late for work! Jennifers gonna be pissed, but that's ok, I was dealing with a problem of my own. I don't even care how mad she's gonna be." He released his sister and headed out the door.

Fritz peddled as fast as he could to the cafè. He held onto his hat so it wouldn't fly off his head and get blown away with the wind. He came to a screeching halt, parked next to the back entrance to the bakery and café, hopped off his bike, and burst through the door panting. "Sorry I'm late Jennifer, I was...talking with my sister...and I lost track of time. But I'm here now." Smith announced as he gasped for air, trying to catch his breath.

A voice called to him. "Fritz, where have you been? You were suppose to be here an hour ago." The richest man in Manhatten whipped around to find Craig eyeing him. He was having a snack of a berry danish and a capachino latté while doing a crossword puzzle in the New York Times. He looked relaxed, more relaxed then usual.

"Oh, hey Craig, I was dealing with a personal problem. Um, you seem relaxed." Smith noticed, going off topic. The other man nodded.

"You bet, with the new baby we got, that's all Jennifers been thinking about. Not counting this mornings argument with the Schmidt's, all of her anger seems to have melted away ever since she first laid eyes on her. She seems more relaxed then me." Craig replied. "But I have a feeling that the rage may come back."

"Where is Jennifer anyway?"

"Oh, she's at home looking after Katherine. We also agreed that we should thank you for what you did, you made our lives a million times better. So thank you." Fritz smiled.

"Oh you're welcome. Your wifes got a lot of rage inside of her dosen't she?" He asked as he pulled out a chair and sat down across from him.

"Tell me something I don't already know, sometimes I wonder to myself why I married her in the first place." Craig admitted. "She's got a temper and short fuse. Whatever she wants, I have to do what I can to keep her happy. It's hard I know."

Fritz inhaled then exhaled a long sigh, "ain't that the truth?" He paused for a breif moment. "Um, I'm gonna go over to Schmidt's Soup Shop"! He called as headed tword the door. "I'll see you later." Smith waved godbye to him.

"Ok, see you later, I'm not stopping you." Craig watched as Fritz walked out the back door and head across the street before returing to his snack and crossword puzzle.

A/N

Hi guys, I've been doing some editing in the previous chapters, changing dates and names around. XD But editing has no limits. Plus, I plan on keeping this story going until I get it done. And nothing will stand in my way, except maybe the occastional writers block from time to time. XD but that's ok, I will overcome it. I'm going to get this (my first full FnaF) story finished. Ok guys see you next time. Until then R&R and keep smiling!