Chapter 15 We're All Friends Here, Right?

"So...what brings you by Mable?" Mike asked.

"Oh I was just in the neighborhood and figured I'd pop in and brighten up your day. I just hate seeing the horrible way that your own brother treats you. Plus your dad told me you were home. He also thought that you could use a friend to talk to." The ginger smiled and hauled herself up onto the couch, Mike joined her.

"It's a good thing both you and my dad care enough to see what I'm enduring. I thought having a sibling would be the best thing in the whole world. I guess I was wrong."

FredBear lifted his head and looked at the other plush toys. He led them to back to Mikes room. When they got there, they looked to the yellow bear, baffled as they scratched their heads. Waving his arms around, a mysterious light emitted from FredBear's hands. It spread out and encased Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy.

After the light vanished, Freddy looked around confused. "What happened?" He asked.

"Freddy, oh my gosh, you can talk!" Chica exclaimed. "Ah, so can I." The chicken squealed happily.

"Same here." Bonnie replied. "But our little friend over there. He's uh..." The brown bear pointed to a certain pirate fox.

The four plushies looked at Foxy who was walking around with his head torn off. Foxy walked over to the golden bear and tapped his shoulder. He gestured with his arms that he had no head anymore. FredBear walked over and pulled his head out from behind Mike's dresser and sat it back on his body.

"Poor Foxy, I can't belive Mike did that to him. Our fellow friend." Chica said sadly. She watched as FredBear worked his magic and reattached plush Foxy's head.

"Thank ye FredBear." Foxy praised as he turned his head from side to side to make sure it was staying in place. "You did a good job lad."

"No problem. I got the power to talk a long time ago, and now I transfered some of that power into you guys." FredBear was then given a big hug by the other plushies. "You're welcome. Let's head back out to Mike." He suggested before he started walking. Freddy and the others nodded and followed through.

Frisk came back into the living room with a tray in her hands. On it sat a tea pot, three cups, saucers, spoons, some sugar and some cream. She set them down on the coffee table and slunk back into her chair, recollecting her clipboard along the way. "Are you sure about this?" Scott wondered, looking tword Fritz. "Do you really beleive that your sister can help us out?"

Fritz just smiled, "Don't worry, my sister dreams to be a therapist. She says I have some on again, off again problems and some slight anger issues."

"Excuse me, slight anger issues? You almost hit me with a can of soup and shot me dead yesterday!" Scott protested.

Frisk's eyes widened when she heard that. "Fritz, control your anger please! The girl begged.

Fritz took a deep breath and got control over himself. He then reached for his cup of tea and took a sip. "Well I'm sorry. But if you went through what I did dear sister, I'm sure you would feel the same way too. And is this raspberry tea with honey?" Frisk nodded. "You make a good cup of tea sis." The younger of the two smiled.

"Why did all this start you two? Tell me about this nineteen year old grudge. What happened to drive you two apart?" Frisk clicked her pen, ready to start writing.

Scott laid back flat on the couch and Fritz joined him. "Well your brother here thinks I flaked out on him before a beating in high school."

"You did flake out on me, you flaker." The ginger accused. Fritz was ready to strangle the red head, but stopped himself from doing so.

"That's not true. Frances, don't you remember that the last time we were dealing with a bully is when we first met?" The clueless look on the other mans face told it all. It had been almost two decades after all. "It was only your first day at West Point and you had gotten your lunch money stolen by Benny?"

Frisk started writing this down, after she did, she looked to her sibling, "Frances?" She then looked tword Scott.

"Frances was my old name that mom and dad gave me. It was way before you came along dear sister." Fritz soon started to recall that event. "Scott, I do remember. It was back when I was twelve, I had transferred from my old school and was the newbie seventh grader at West Point. Benny tripped me and then stole my five dollar bill. I remember that I was too frightened to do anything, but I did make the effort to try and retrieve it myself, but I couldn't jump that high. It was out of my grasp. Benny then called me a wimp and shoved me to the ground."

"Right, and I was on my way to Language Arts when I saw you over in the corner shaking like a nervous nester. Benny was creeping tword you like he was ready to finish you off. I just couldn't leave you like that. The other students didn't make an effort to rescue you, but I wasn't like everyone else."

"So you saved my brother from a beating?" Frisk wondered. Scott nodded. "That's good. Fritz also said you flaked out on him in high school, is that also true?"

"No it's not. I had somewhere to go." He looked tword the other man. "I would never flake out or abandonded you. Also, I could have been late to my meetng that i had with my counsler, because in truth, I really didn't care about it." Scott admitted.

Fritz looked at Scott with concerned eyes. "Then what did you care about?"

His old friend looked him right in the eyes and said, "You." Both Frisk and her brothers eyes widened with shock. Frisk wrote that down in a flash, now the girl was really curious as to where this story was heading.

Downtown in the skatepark, Jeremy and friends were having the time of their lives. Tyler was skating the half pipe, Jeremy was practicing his grinding to perfect it, and Sean and James were taking it easy and watching the other two. "Best day ever! The diner gets a major change and Mable's looking after my brother. Could this day get any better?"

"I don't think it could dude, this is truly amazing!" Tyler called over. "But Jeremy!"

"Yeah? What is it?" The brunette asked skating over tword him.

"I know that you said you didn't want to go back to FredBears until your brothers birthday came around, but don't you think we should at least head back to there and tell your dad that you did what he asked?"

As much as Jeremy hated to admit it, he knew that Tyler was right. He threw his head back and groaned. "Oh...alright, you win. We go back to diner, I say I did what he told me to and then we head out."

"Fine with me dude, I knew you'd see things my way." The other two nodded and the four of them set off back tword the diner, doing a few tricks on their boards along the way. Which caught the attention of a few people, who automactically ignored them all. Within mere moments, they were back at FredBears. They left their boards and helmets outside and walked through the doors.

Vincent immideatly recognized the group of four boys. "Jeremy, you're back. Did you..."

"Do what you asked of me and take the plush animals home to pipsqueak? Yes, I did just that. Happy?"

"I am, and a little less snark would also be helpful." The man managed to say through gritted teeth.

"Whatever." Was Jeremy's only response. As his friends headed over to watch the FredBear and Spring Bonnie, Jeremy glanced over tword Foxy who was singing songs from the high seas. As the boy turned his head ever so slightly, to where he couldn't see his dad out of the corner of his eye, Vincent curled one hand into a fist and raised it above his oldest son. There was a deranged look in his fire filled eyes. The devil and angel appeared on his shoulders.

"Do it Vincent, hit him. You know Jeremy deserves it." The devil persuaded.

"Normally, I would be against his suggestion, but your oldest son is just asking for you to hit him. Hello, the additude, the snark, his personality and his mistreatment tword his own brother. You don't need any more examples than that, just do it. Clobber him upside the head. Knock some freaking sense into him and maybe he'll learn." The angle urged, he was all in with the devils plan. Both the angel and devil looked at Vincent and smirked. The guard thought it over in his head, and pretty soon he had the same evil expression as they did.

A/N

Sup guys. Chapter 15 done and done. Holy crap, now the other plushies can talk and walk? What?! XD Thank Writers Pen 77 for that brilliant idea. And also, big news: today is the one year anniversary of when this story was posted! *fangirl screams and fires Pinkie Pies party cannon* Who's Vincent going to listen to: the devil or the angel? And what's next to come with our frenemy therapy session? Stay tuned to find out. As for FnaF 4, Nightmare still frightens me, but I've come to a realization. I think it's actually his death screen is what frightens me about him. Because I found a Nightmare plushie which (in my own opinion) is both cute and terrifying at the same time. Once you get past all the teeth and the red eyes, he's quite adorable actually. Why on Earth am I saying that about Nightmare? XD Alright guys, I've got nothing else more to say except that maybe I'll get the thearpy session done in chapter 16. So until the next update, R&R and keep smiling!

And also I think I might change the title of this story but I'm not 100% sure yet. :P