Chapter 12 Right Now: It's Compilcated

Mike set his four new plushies down on the floor and looked them over one by one. FredBear walked up to him, interested by the new toys. "Are those new plushies from the diner?

The ten year old nodded, "Yeah, Jeremy must have gone to the diner. But these toys must mean there's something new at the eatery. I've never even seen characters like these befrore." Mike picked up the one that resembled a fox. It wore a black eye patch overtop it's right eye. He shivered as he glanced at the stuffed animal.

Walking over to his dresser, Mike fixed a strong grip on it's head and ripped it right off, detatching it right off of his body. The youth was surprisingly strong for his age. "Mike! What on Earth are you doing?! FredBear cried. "Have you lost your mind?!" The boy shook his head no.

"No FredBear I haven't, it's just that my brother was wearing a mask that looked just this toy." He explained. FredBear then understood what Mike was doing. "Jeremy scares me, and now that he's got that mask on, I'm afraid I'm gonna get nightmares now." The youth trembled. He hid the head of the plushie behind his dresser.

"Ah the plushie reminds you of your sibling. I understand." The plush bear nodded, showing that he understood.

Jeremy walked back to the living room, his group of friends waiting for him. "Ready?" Sean asked. The teen in the Foxy mask gave a thumbs up, signaling a 'good to go.'

"So...are we going back to the diner?" James wondered. The fifteen year old placed a thumb on his chin and pondered. Jeremy decided that he had two options: One, go back to the diner so his dad could praise him for doing what he asked, or two, head off to the skate park and catch some air.

"Well given the choice of heading back to FredBear's so dad can prise me with his kindness, or go to the skate park and skate the half pipe. Guess which one I'm thinking of?" Jeremy asked the group of three.

After shuffling around on the carpet for a breif moment and looking down tword his feet, Tyler opened his mouth. "We're going back to the diner so your dad can thank you and praise you again?"

Jeremy just burst out laughing at that comment, he slapped his friend on the back, "Ha, don't make me laugh dude. I'll head back to that place possibly when pipsqueaks birthday comes around. But before that? I think I'd rather bite into brick and break my teeth." He wiped a tear from his eye as he went tword his room to retrieve his board, helmet, and padding. He came back two minutes later, "It's a complicated relationship. Let's go."

Vincent paced around the diner with a look of confusion on his face. "What was up with the evil laughter moments ago?" He pulled out a chair and sat down. 'Does he really love my'creations? Or does he hate my work and he's just saying that so he won't hurt my feelings? Ugh, this is so confusing."

A sweet voice dragged the guard out of his thoughts, "Excuse me mister?" Looking down, Vincent was staring at the face of a bright young girl. Orange hair, green eyes, freckles on both her cheeks, and a smile to brighten up the whole room. He then remembered where he had seen her before.

"Hello there, say, aren't you Mable? The girl who lives across the street from us and the Fitzgeralds?" The man asked.

Mable nodded, "Yes I am. I'm a friend of Mike's, his mother talked to my mother and we've arranged a few play dates." Vincent nodded, now he remembered Michelle telling him about her. How sweet and friendly Mable was, how she was a joy to be around.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Vincent, Mike's dad. Mike's at home with his brother if you wanna go visit him."

The ginger nodded, "Thank you Vincent, I've heard how bad Jeremy is to him. I think seeing me would brighten his day. What do you think?" Mable asked.

"I'm sure Mike would like that, thanks Mable."

"No problem." She said. "And I love these robots around the diner."

"Why thank you. I wonder who could have the talent to create such amazing works of art." Vincent winked at the eleven year old. She let out a squeal.

"You created these?! Wow! You're amazing." Mable praised just as the guard patted her head.

"I actually made these for Mike's birthday present. His party's a little over a week away. Would you like to come?" The guard offered.

"You bet! I like Mike, he's a good person at heart. So I wouldn't miss his party for the world. But his older brother is a different story I might add."

"Yeah, Jeremy certainly is. Me and the wife always thought he would grow uo to be a better person, but I guess not. Well be off with you." Vincent walked over to the prize corner and picked up plastic toy models of Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, and Freddy."Oh and take these with my complement, they represent toy versions of these animatronic chracters."

"Thank you so much. See you later Vincent, it was nice meeting you." Mable waved goodbye to him and set off to surprise Mike.

Scott followed Fritz back tword his house for an explination. Fritz was peddling his bike, and his old friend kept up by jogging beside him. "I've been meaning to ask you, why do you look so good?"

The ginger happily enlightened him, "Well our family started out poor, we used to be even lower then the Schmidt's. I used to wear rags: holey, faded tee shirts, shoes with laces missing, pants that were ripped up, but I started investing and saving up money for a decade. Me and my sister Frisk are not only brother and sister, we're also the richest man and woman in all of Manhatten. We're the wealthy Smith Siblings."

"Ah, even though your life started out rough Fritz, you turned out alright. One other thing, if you're so rich, then why are riding a bike instead of taking an alternate mode of transportation?"

"Well exercising is good for you, and peddling a bike builds up the strength in your legs." The man turned a corner and headed down a sidewalk and Scott was trailing right alongside him. Fritz put the breaks on as he spotted a familer face. "Hey Sabryna." He greeted, tipping his hat.

The young, blonde smiled when she saw the man who saved her life in the ally. "Hey Fritz, good thing you spotted me, because I wanna thank you again for saving me." The woman wrapped her arms around her savior and hugged him.

Smith patted her on the back, "oh it was the least I could do for you. I just hated to see you like that. I couldn't have possibly imagined what could've happened to your little girl if you had been killed."

Scott just stood there thinking, 'sure, you have a kind heart for anybody in trouble, and yet you hold an almost two decade year old grudge against me?' Sabryna thanked Fritz again and headed off down the street.

Turning back to face his old friend, Fritz saw one of Scott's eyes twitching and his arms crossed. "You ok?"

"I'm...just...fine." The red head managed to say. His old friend took that as a good sign and started peddling again, and it wasn't long until they were at Central Park. Scott was in awe, when he saw the lifestyle that his old friend was living. "Woah, nice place."

"Yeah it is. Well come on in and my sister can start the process of her therapy."

"Alright." Fritz headed inside his house and persuaded Cawthon to follow him. Scott only hoped that things wouldn't end in some kind of horrific way.

A/N

*blows a noise maker announcing my return* Hello hello, I know what you're thinking guys: why am I back on this story after I've tried so hard and so many times to reboot it? Over and over? XD Well Writers Pen 77 boosted my confidence. Thanks pal! :) And there's also a quote that I heard off of the Mothers Day episode of The Middle. It's a really good t.v. show, watch it if you haven't. It will totally crack you up and make you lol. :P The quote was from an insparational fridge magnet that Sue stole that said, "Think of the thing you cannot do and then do it." So powerful. I just don't wanna throw away all the hard work that I've already put into this story, or just give up on all my OC's just like that. They're near and dear to my heart. I know exactly how Scott feels about his animatronic chracters. :P And I love Mable, she's one of my favorite OC's next to Tyler Preston who I put as Phone Dude in my story called One Final Job. Ok guys until next time, R&R and keep smiling!

I'm back baby! Woo! Hoo! :D And the chapter title is how I feel about this story. XD