Chapter 14 Concerns and Commercials

After serving four orders of tea and crumpets, Craig decided to take the rest of the afternoon off and go back home to check in on his wife. There was a smile on his face as he drove down the street. "Ah, what a lovely day, the sun shining, the wife's happy, and I haven't been yelled at by her in days. My life couldn't be better." Craig liked it much better when he wasn't the one getting yelled at by his demanding wife who was touchy on quite a lot of things. If Jennifer wasn't happy then nobody was happy.

When Craig got home, he entered the house and went straight to find his wife. Jennifer was sitting in her rocking chair with two knitting needles and various balls of multicolored yarn. Looking up when she heard the carpet squeak, she was greeted by Craig. She smiled. "Hi honey, how was work?"

The mans smile faded, "fine, but I haven't seen our manager in hours ever since he said he was going over to the Schmidt's soup shop. Fritz hasn't been back since, and he left at about 2:00." Looking at the clock, it read 4:00. "It's 4:00 now."

"Eh, I'm sure he's fine. I'm not worried, he's a rich man and he can take care of himself." Jennifer assured. "Would you like me to make you anything, a sandwich perhaps?"

Craig was quite impressed to see his wife so relaxed. "No thank you. How's Katherine? And what up with the knitting needles?"

"Our daughter's fine, and I'm busy knitting blankets and cozies for her. Don't want our little bundle of joy to freeze to death do we?" Jennifer asked.

"No mam. You're really taking this whole being a mother thing pretty well, aren't you?" Craig wondered, sitting down in his easy chair across from the wife.

"Yes, yes I am. Did you remember to thank Fritz when you saw him?"

"Of course I did Jen, I took care of it for you like we agreed. And I've got to say, you are an excellent knitter."

"Thank you. Our lives couldn't be better thanks to Fritz, it's a good thing he's our manager." Jennifer said, not taking her eyes off of her needles and yarn.

"Yes, we hired the right person. And you know, I will take that sandwhich since you're in such a good mood."

Setting her knitting aside, Jennifer got up and headed for the kitchen.

Craig just laid back and basked in his wife's good mood. Right now, he could get used to all of this.

As Vincent was kicking back in a chair relaxing, he just couldn't beleive how sucessful his animatronics had become. The merchandise was selling like there was no tomorrow. The kids and parents seemed to really enjoy them. Vincent only wished that Mikes birthday would come quicker, but since he had no control over the time, that made it a little impossible.

Despite the wait however, man couldn't have been happier. Getting up out of his chair, Vincent went to see his boss. Hector's ears pricked up when he heard someone knock on the door.

"Come in." He said. Vincent opened the door and stepped inside. "Ah Vincent, come on in. Have a seat. Vincent closed the door behind him and did just that. "I gotta tell you, people are loving your work. We're definately selling more twice the food and merchandise this way."

"I've noticed that. Things are going good."

"Yeah, and the company has uploaded a new commercial for pur diner." Hector said cheerfully. He grabbed up his computer, sat it in front of Vincent and then clicked on a video. "Take a look, I think you'll like what me and the company have done."

Vincent nodded and watched the laptop. Hector appeared on screen, "Are you parents tired of cooking and trying to feed a picky kid? Wanna blow off some steam?"

"Yes, yes I do." A woman said. She looked tired and overworked. Her kid pushed a bowl of soup over onto the floor.

"Are you looking for a family friendly place that offers fun, food, and something for the whole family to enjoy?" She nodded. "Well come on down to FredBear's Family Diner. We've got fun, games, and excellent food all in one convenient place, and we've added in singing and dancing animatronic robots into the mix as well. So stop by and spend a day with us. We promise you that your visit here will be a life changing experience." Mr. FredBear winked.

"So what do you think Vincent? Pretty good commercial if I do say so myself, and the fact that we created it a few days ago."

"Wow. That's really..." The guard trailed off as he couldn't find any words to descirbe it. Hector raised an eyebrow curiously as he closed his laptop.

"Speechless are we? I figured you would be, I think me and the company did an excellent job. Now why don't you get back to work Vincent? Don't want you to fall behind on your job of keeping the kids away from the animatronics."

"Yes sir!" With a smile, Vincent hopped up, bounced out of the office, and back out to the main dining area.

The plushies became lifeless and fell over when Mike opened the door and poked his head out. He was relived that it was Mable and not Jeremy. He smiled when he saw her. "Hi Mable." Mike greeted. "Good thing it's you and not Jeremy playing a prank on me." The boy breathed in a sigh of releif. "Come on in."

As she entered the house and closed the door, Mable's eyes looked off in another direction, "Yeah about your brother..." She started to say.

"Oh no, you saw him on your way over here didn't you?" Mike asked.

"Yes, I ran into him and his friends." She entered and sat her toys down. "Jeremy told me that he could care less about you. He said that he didn't even want a brother to begin with." Mable explained.

Turning around, Mike found his new plushies in a pile on the floor. 'Hm, how did you guys get there?' He shrugged, picked them up, and sat them on the couch before speaking. "Yeah, that's Jeremy for you: doesn't care about his own flesh and blood little brother: he torments me, calls me names, hurts me, both physically and mentally. It's rough I know."

"I bet." Mable looked at him with understanding eyes.

"But my parents said that they would handle him, so I've got nothing to worry about. I do also beleive that Jeremy cares about me, he just dosen't bother to show or tell anyone." Blue eyes focused in on the figurines his friend had brought over. "Hey, where'd you get the toys from?" Mike asked.

The girl had forgotten about that, "Oh I got these from FredBear's Family Diner. That place is looking amazing now. Speaking of that place I ran into your dad, and I..." Mable stopped swiftly and didn't finish her response. She had remembered that Vincent had built them for Mike's birthday, and she was almost positive that he wouldn't want her to spoil Mike's surprise. So Mable simply said, "Well, your dad invited me to your birthday."

The ten year olds eyes lit up when that good news was revealed. Looking at his friend, Mike smiled and said, "yay, at least I'll have someone other then my brother and his horrible friends to talk to."

The ginger just responed with a nod and held her smile, "Very true."

A/N

Hello. Hello Hello...Hello and welcome back to my story. XD Ha! Quoting Phone Guy. Too funny. *Holds up a knife and smirks* IT'S ME! I was also Vincent for Halloween. It took a while to collect everything for the outfit, but it was so worth it in the end. XD But enough about that. This story is coming along so well. Why was I ever deciding on weather or not to keep it going or quit it for good? :P As for this chapter, not much. Also not much to say other then the fact that in the next chapter I start the thearapy session with Frisk, Fritz, and Scott to mend a broken friendship and end an ancient grudge. XD So boys and girls, until next time R&R and keep smiling!