Chapter 13 Good People Are Ones Who Care

Mable looked at her new toys that Vincent had given her. "These toys are so cool. And they sure brightened my day. Now I'm off to brighten Mike's day." The ginger skipped down the sidewalk, swinging her arms.

A gruff voice made her jump. "Hey, where are you going with those toys?" Spinning around, Mable came face to face with Jeremy and his band of misfits who were headed downtown. They screeched to a halt and flipped their boards up into their hands.

"None of your business. I'm just on my way to brighten Mike's day." Mable said cheerfully. "Is he at home?" The female wondered.

"Who wants to know?" Jeremy asked.

"Well, I do. I am friends with your brother after all Jeremy. And your dad invited me to come to Mike's birthday." The ginger held her smile.

Jeremy snorted at her remark, "Oh that is just like my dad, friendly to everyone. I don't even want to go to Mike's party. I could care less about him."

Mable's jaw dropped in sheer disbelief, "I am shocked Jeremy, you're suppose to be setting an example for him. I mean, you're his older brother and yet you don't even care for him?"

"Actually, you're right, I don't care for him or for you. I never wanted a brother in the first place." The brunette harshly pushed Mable to the ground, knocking the new toys out of her grasp. They clattered when they hit the cold pavement. The wind rustled and shook the trees above them, blowing the girls hair into her face and plastering leaves to it.

"She's even weaker then your brother dude." Tyler said as he took a sip of soda he had bought from the diner.

Mable, collected her figurines, picked herself up, brushed her hair back, and shook the leaves off before she steadied herself and faced the teens. "You shouldn't say that about Mike. He's a good person at heart. And apparently you guys aren't. I am off, and if you don't mind me asking again, is Mike at home?"

Jeremy inhaled and then exhaled a long sigh before saying, "Yes he's at home. Go over there and get out of my sight!" The teen snapped.

"Well, maybe I will, cause I care very much about him." The ginger tilted her head up and held it high as she walked past the group.

"Lets get out of here." James suggested.

"Right." Tyler crushed the styrofoam cup he was holding and flinged it over his shoulder, letting it blow away with the wind. Jeremy gestured with his hands to move out. Hopping onto their boards, they skated off right past the girl, leaving Mable in the dust.

Making her way over to the Schmidt's house, Mable hopped up the steps to the front porch and rang the doorbell.

FredBear's ears pricked up when he heard the sound, "Someone's at the door Mike." The little boy picked up his stuffed animal and went to investigate. Little did Mike know that his four new plushies had come to life and were following him tword the living room.

Fritz sister was in the process of writing her own novel about her therapy, she loved to emerse herself in the joy and relaxation of writing. The young woman had always dreamed of being both a psychlogist and a therapist since her older brother seemed to have some on again off again problems and some slight anger issues.

She cleared her throat and placed a new blank piece of paper in the typewriter. "Ok "Sibling Psychology" by Frisk Smith." After moving her hands around to get the blood flowing, she started on her work.

As the keys were clicking away and the bell dinging whenever she started a new line of words, Frisk seemed to travel inside of her book, the delicate process of writing wisked her away to other worlds. She was so focused and wrapped up in getting another page done that she was oblivious to the front door opening and closing. Her siblings voice pulled her from her work.

"Ahem, Frisk?"

Almost like coming out of a trance, she looked up to meet Fritz's warm green gaze. Being the younger sibling, she always looked up to him and cared about him. "Hi Fritz, how did things go with you and Scott? Did you take my advice and work things out?" Frisk asked, pushing her work aside.

The man gave a sigh and said, "well not quite, that's actually why we're here." Frisk looked at him puzzled.

"We're?" She put quotation marks around the word we're. When Fritz stepped aside and hung up his top hat, his sister was greeted with a smiling red head. She looked to Fritz. "Brother is this the guy you were telling me about?"

Her brother shook his head yes and then introduced them, "Frisk, I'd like you to meet Scott Cawthon, my old friend from middle school and high school who also manages the soup shop that's run by the Schmdit famliy. Scott, this is my younger sister Frisk Smith a.k.a "The Richest Woman in Manhattan"."

Frisk extended her hand out, "Hi there, nice to meet you Scott, I hear you and my big brother have a little history? And also one heck of a grudge?"

Scott nodded as him and Fritz took a seat. "That's right, Fritz here accused me of flaking out on him almost two decades ago before a beating, but I didn't. So he wants the full story of what really happened, I asked him 'how about discuss this over a nice spot of tea' and here we are."

"Understandable, you two wait right here, and I'll go brew the tea. When I come back, we can get to work." Frisk grabbed up her clipboard and pen, and set them down on the arm of the couch before heading tword the kitchen.

Michelle tried as hard as she could to focus on her work, but she found it to be a bit of a challenge. Her entire lower body had been trembling ever since the two managers had left. "Something wrong Michelle?"

The shop owner looked tword a table to find Steve, one of her reqular customers looking at her. Steve was a retired Civil War Veteran, but he still had some old tactics left in his brain. His eyes were calming, he could sense something was troubling the woman. Looking tword him, Michelle explained what had happened. "Well you see Fritz Smith was in here a few days ago and he accused me and my husband of stealing the Fitzgeralds customers. He almost killed me."

"Oh that's terrible. And isn't he the richest man in all of Manhatten?"

"Yes, yes he is, he's also got a short temper. And he seems to hate Scott our manager. From what I experienced a few days ago, it occurred to me that they have a little rivalry as well. And from what I heard from their argument, it occured to me that they used to friends at one time." The burnette looked around, she felt something missing. "Speaking of Scott, he isn't even here. He must still be with Fritz. I told Scott to get him out of our shop, but that was about ten minutes ago and I haven't seen him since. Ah, he's probably fine." Michelle told herself.

"Dosen't Fritz manage the bakery right across the street? The one run by Jennifer and her husband Craig?" The woman nodded.

"Exactly, but us Schmidt's and Fitzgerald's have been going at each others throats ever since we laid eyes on each other. Ever since day one." She explained.

Steve got up and went over the woman, he held out a bowl. Michelle grabbed a ladle and gave him his regular, clam chowder. "Ah classic family fued. And if you count Scott and Fritz, you've also got a pair of frenemies. This happens a lot Michelle, people's lives change when you've been in New York for a while. This bustling city will even change some peoples lives in less than one day, but don't discourage yourself. Just push the Fitzgeralds and Fritz out of your mind and focus on your duty and your job as a shop owner. I come in here everyday when the shop is open, and if anyone accuses you or threatens you, just let me know and I'll take care of it. Alright?"

Michelle Schmidt knew that he was right. After regaining her smile she said, "Thank you Steve, that means a lot to me."

"Don't mention it, if you need someone to talk to, besides your husband, just look for me. I'm also in the phone book." He winked and then returned to his soup. Michelle went back to the storage room with a smile on her face. She started unpacking boxes of nonperishale ingrediants that were delivered this morning. Since Vinny was at his new job and Scott took off with Fritz, the woman was left to do it all.

Aside from that, Michelle was glad to know that one of her customers cared enough to be concerned for her safety and well being. With that reassuring thought in mind, she continued to carry out her duties with a smile.

A/N

Hey, hey people of Earth, Alternate Universes, and haunted Pizzaria's. XD I'm back for more. I'm sure plently of you have probably noticed that I've changed and remade the summary to this tragic tale. I just decided to give it a little tweaking and this time, I think I've got a real winner. :) Also, big thanks and shout out to Writers Pen 77, I couldn't have gotten back into the swing of this story without him, so thank you. I also like your suggestion of making the other plushies come alive. Mike is in for a surprise when he finds out what happened to his new toys. *winks* Ok guys, another chapter done and done.

I'm gonna go find me a co host. It's starting to get lonely doing these authors note all by myself. XD

And I don't know what I was thinking when I made Fritz the richest man in Manhatten. I've no idea where that idea even came from. That and also me shipping Scott and Fritz together. Crack pairing! Woo! XD Until next time, R&R and keep smiling!