Chapter 11 What He's Getting At

Michelle stood up and brushed herself off. Her clothes covered in dust after ducking down behind the counter when she saw the Fitzgerald's manager. Since Scott and Fritz were gone, she could finally breathe in a sigh of relief. "Oh what a relief, Fritz is finally gone. He may be the richest man in Manhattan but damn, he has some anger issues. I think that's what comes with being rich and affording only the best." The woman said to herself as she looked around the shop. "And I'm talking to no one."

Outside in the allyway, flies had taken up residence around the dumpster where two weeks worth of soup and other stuff had been thrown out. Scott was shaking, he thought his legs would give out beneath him. He was not calm one liitle bit, he was sure that Fritz was gonna kill him. "So Fritz what do you want to see me out here for?" Just then he remembered what had happened yesterday and Scott jumped back. "Oh I see what you're getting at, you're here to kill me, well can I at least explain what happened between us back in 68'?!" Shouted the manger as he backed up against a wall.

"Actually Cawthon, that's the very reason why I'm here, I want you to tell me the whole story of what really happened back in high school. Start to finish don't leave a single detail out." Fritz anwsered.

Scott stopped shaking and straightened himself up. "Ok, I'd be more then happy to tell you the whole story of what really happened in back high school." He paused for a moment. "How about we discuss this over a nice spot of tea?"

Fritz nodded, "ok, I'll come, with you and you can come with me over to meet my sister. She's the one who helped me to get control of my anger. Alright?" He asked. His anwser was made when he saw Scott shake his head yes. "Well, alright, let's go." With that being said, they headed tword Central Park where the Smith siblings lived.

Jeremy was still livid about what his dad had said to him at the diner. He was grumbling to himself all the way home. A plush Foxy cluched in his arms, his steps hard on the ground as he stomped down the sidewalk. His friends were trailing right behind him holding the other three toys, "my pipsqueak, cry baby of a brother. Dad thinking he sees me as a good older brother. STUPID!" He shouted kicking a rock that hit a trashcan with a bang, causing an ally cat to scamper away. The loud clang also drew some attention from the locals, but the four teens ignored it. James, Sean, and Tyler looked tword Jeremy.

"Dude, what's wrong? You seem a little...how should I put this...a little pissed." James observed.

"No, not a little pissed, he's a lot pissed." Sean corrected.

"Well thank you for correcting me."

Tyler joined in their discussion, "Ok, I'm gonna narrow this conversation down. He's pissed, moving on now."

Jeremy whipped around and faced them, "Hey, you all wanna shut the hell up about this conversation before I make you!?" He snapped, fingers curling into a fist as teeth clenched together. The other three boys looked at one another, then back at Jeremy. They all shook their heads no. "That's better, now let's go. The only thing that's wrong is mom and dad had to have another kid!" Jeremy replied sternly.

"And what's wrong with your little brother?" Tyler asked.

"Well it's just that I never wanted Mike in the first place, but my parent's wanted another kid. Probably cause they've seen what I turned out to be. They probably figured if they had a second son they figured that he he would grow up to be nicer. And that's exactly what Mike is, he's my opposite. Now all of you pipe down." His friends nodded yes as they pressed onward.

It was quiet for the rest of the walk. Within the next five minutes they were at the Schmidt's house. Jeremy threw open the front door and stormed down the hall. Trio of friends tailing behind. Mike was still locked in his room, but at least he wasn't crying anymore. He was playing with FredBear. "Yo pipsqueak open the freaking door!" He heard his brother shout.

Mike called to him from the other side, "Sorry Jeremy but I can't! You locked it remember?!" Mike's older brother had forgotten all about that.

"Right, I forgot about that." He said sarcastically. The younger boy just rolled his eyes.

"I believe he's lying." Plush FredBear whispered.

"He is lying FredBear." Mike whispered back. Jeremy unlocked the door and Mike ran out. "I'm free." He said with joy.

"Yeah, and dad told me to give these to you, they're from the diner." Jeremy replied shoving the toys into his siblings arms before roughly shoving him to the ground.

Mike was too frightened to say thank you, ever since Michelle and Vincent had Mike, Jeremy had found it as an opportunity to have a little "fun" with him. And by fun, Jeremy meant tormet. The little boy said nothing as he picked himself up and dusted his clothes off, before retreating back to his room, four new plushies in hand.

Mr. FredBear couldn't stop himself from pacing around his diner and admiring the bots, a bright smile on his face. Hector had never been happier in his entire life ever since day one. That was the day when him and his family opened up their diner. Thanks to Vincent Schmidt's colorful, unique creations, the family eatery had never looked better. FredBear's Family Diner had started attracting more customers ever since the animatronics came in. The merchandise that the Fazbear Company had sent out for had been selling like hot cakes on a cold winters day.

Vincent turned to Hector, "I see that my creations have become a smash hit at your little family eatery?" The brunette nodded and gave a thumbs up to his guard.

"You bet Vincent, business is really booming. Just look at all the customers." Lavender and brown eyes gazed around, people were crowded around every table. Children were watching the robots perform their show and dancing along to the music that the band was playing. Vincent had to admit that he had outdone himself with all the long hours he had put into building them. "And guess what?" Mr. FredBear questioned.

"What is it Hector?" Vincent asked as he was munching on a piece of pizza.

"Well Scott already knows, but I'm not gonna tell anyone else who made these robots, but in two weeks when your second son is here, I'm gonna let you be the one to introduce them to everyone. Maybe you can even give the people a little info about them as well. Whadda say?" Vincent looked around for himself, just seeing all the applause, and the bright smiles was enough to make his heart melt. Well...that and thinking about Mikey.

How could he possibly refuse an offer like that? After thinking it through for about a minute, he spoke. "Ok Hector you've reeled me into this so I say yes. I'll do it, you've got yourself a deal sir." The other man smiled and shook his hand.

Hector smiled at Vincent, "well alright, that's really great to hear, ha, ha, ha!" The guard tilted his head to one side.

"What's with the evil laughter?"

"Oh, um, it's nothing." Mr. FredBear toned it down, but still continued to silently evil laugh to himself. Vincent wasn't aware of what Hector was getting at.

A/N

Welcome back all you wonderful FnaF lovers! Another new chapter, to one of my most popular fanfics in this fandom woo! And another quick note, since this is my full FnaF story, I am thinking of doing full spin offs from this story. But until that time comes however, R&R and keep smiling!