Chapter 18 The Good, The Bad, and The Relaxed

FredBear and the other plushies looked at the shiny, plastic toys that decorated the other side of the couch. Bonnie was the first to take a step tword them. Reaching out, he pulled the plastic model of himself closer, picked it up and analyzed it. Immediatly, he noticed something: It was light blue and holding a red and white guitar. Hey, you guys?" He looked tword his friends who were wondering what he had uncovered.

"What is it lad?" Foxy asked.

"FredBear, guys, I think these are toy models of us." Bonnie explained, holding out his toy counterpart. "Seriously, this Bonnie is different then me, look at the colors." He explained. "One of the big differences is: he's blue and I'm purple." The rest of the plushies understood when he meant.

"I get what you're saying, but you've got to admit that the toy version of you is so cute!" Chica squealed.

"Well that's true. I can't argue there."

Freddy's ears pricked up in anticipation when he heard tires screech outside. Footsteps aproached the house. "Someone's coming guys!" Him and everyone else went limp and lifless as Vincent walked through the door along with Mike and Jeremy. Mable, bouncing along behing the trio of boys, skipped tword the couch and scooped up her figures into her arms. 'I get it, they're her toys.' He thought.

"Hello guys, time to go home." The girl said. Michelle came in from where she was in the kitchen making dinner.

"Hi guys, how are you doing?" Vincent approached her and gave a smile.

He pushed Jeremy and Mike tword her, "Why don't I let these two tell you how things went today. Go on you two." The guard motioned Mable over too. "Mable get over here."

Michelle sat down on the couch and looked at them. She feared that what she was going to hear would be bad. "Mommy, Jeremy scared me and Mable and then he dragged us to the diner!" Mike said.

"Against our will I might add, he's out of control Mrs. Schmidt." Mable added on. The woman whipped around and shot an angry glare at Jeremy.

"Jeremy, what did I tell you yesterday about your attitude?!" She snapped.

"Mike, why do you keep tattling on me?!" Jeremy fired out. Mike gulped, didn't know if he could trust his brother anymore or not. "My life was fine until you came along and ruined it! Sure I thought I would love having a sibling, but I guess I was wrong. You're just something else I can torment just like that old FredBear plushie you have! "

Michelle pulled them apart, "boys, break it up. Why can't you two get along?" Mike and Jeremy turned away from each other, crossed their arms over their chests, titlted their heads up and huffed. "ok..." Was their mothers only response.

Vincent draped am arm around Mable and eased her away from the fighting.'Wow, and I thought Jeremy was getting nicer?' He thought. Leading the girl into the next room, he lowered his voice and asked, "since things have taken an ugly turn, why don't I walk you home? I mean you do live right across from us after all?"

The ginger nodded her head, taking that into account, "right, let's go." The duo carefully tiptoed out the door and across the street.

Craig re entered the living room, he was shaking as he brought the cup of tea over to his wife. He held his arms out, "here you go." He offered. Jennifer happily took the cup from him and as soon as she did, her husband flintched and stepped back a little ways.

Blue eyes looked up to meet him, "You ok Craig? You seem a little jumpy?" Craig had once been a fearless man, but after marrying Jennifer, that all changed and blew away with the wind. He cleared his throat of a lump and opened his mouth.

"Well dear, it's just that I was afraid that this was going to be a repeat of yesterday."

"Relax, I'm over it." Jennifer said nothing for a moment. "Sorry I snapped, you know I have a short temper."

"I know. I've noticed." Her husband just sat down and leaned back in his chair. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted their daughter. Eyes peeking overtop the side of her crib. Craig got back up and walked over to her. Katherine looked up at him and cooed. "How's our new little bundle of joy and love?"

"Doing well." Jennifer smiled at him and Craig returned the gesture.

He then thumbed him chin for a mere moment before speaking. "You know what, how about you go back to work and take care of the bakery tomorrow, and I can stay home and look after our little girl? Hm? Whaddya say, sound like a plan?"

"That sounds like a very good plan."

Craig placed a hand over his mouth and covered up a yawn. His eye started to droop a bit, he turned to his wife. "Well I'm heading to bed. Babies are a handful to take care of, and this father needs a good night sleep if he's going to look after Katherine tomorrow. Good night dear." The man gathered himself up and started up the stairs to collapse into bed, he was certainly ready for a good, peaceful sleep. Since Jennifer was happy, Craig was certain his sleep was going to be the same way.

"Frisk, I'm back, along with Scott!" Fritz called as he closed the door behind them. His sister came downstairs to meet them.

"Welcome back brother, hello Scott. So how's everything between the two of you? Did my therapy help you guys?" She wondered, sitting down in a chair and crossing her legs.

Fritz gave her his honest to goodness opinion, " Things are going quite well, and your therapy did help. If I didn't have a caring, concerned sister such as yourself, or any sister for that matter, I really think that I would have killed Scott."

"Ain't that the truth? So Scott, you heading home for the night?"

Scott turned around from where he was looking at a picture of Frisk and her brother from when they first bought their house. "Oh. I think I'll stay the night. Your brother needs me, and I'm not going to leave him again. You wouldn't mind if I spent the night here would you?" The girl nodded yes.

"Not at all, you stay as long as you need, becuase a friend of my brother's is a friend of mine. That and you're lucky we're rich. Plus, our couch turns into a fold out bed if you wanna sleep down here." She got up and headed tword the kitchen. "But you know what? We'll figure that out after we've had dinner, between the two of us, I'm the one who cooks." Scott saw her wink. "This way to the dining room."

Fritz and Scott followed behind. The dining room was exactly like the one you would find inside of a mansion. Fancy silverware, silver platters, crystal glasses, plus a crystal and gold chandelier hanging above the table that had a candle abra in the center of it. Beside it sat a vase with lilac flowers. "Wow." Was Scott's only response.

"I know, now you get to see how the other half lives." Fritz winked as he took a seat. "I think you'll find the lives of the rich people extremly different than poor people."

"Fritz I hate to tell you, but you've lived on both sides." Scott gave a chuckle after hearing himself say that. " You went from poverty to wealth."

"Actually that's the term; 'from rags to riches" Scott." The younger sibling corrected. She then gaped at her brother in shock. "Woah, really? Fritz you never told me that you started out poor." Frisk thought she knew everything about her older brother. Getting up and collecting the items for dinner, the girl couldn't wipe the astounded look off of her face as stopped in the doorway to the kitchen.

"Yeah before you came along, me and my parents, we were bottom of the barrel poor. I wore my cusions clothes for so long. But before I started school, my parents took me shopping and upgraded my attire. My mother didn't want me going to school dressed like some hobo." Fritz's mother had told him and his dad: 'first impressions are key, most people decide what they think of you within the first seven seconds of meeting you'. "I wonder what would've happened if I did wear those tacky, ragged clothes to school?"

"I think you would've gotten more then just your lunch money stolen from you." Scott tilted his head to one side, Frisk was eying them. The girl just smiled and gave a nervous wave before dashing off into the kitchen. "I can't wait for dinner, I'm sure your sister's as good a cook as she is a therapist? Right?"

"Yes she is, she makes a killer cheese sandwhich. What are you in the mood for for dinner?"

"Oh, I'll eat anything, I'm not picky, my mother always told me 'if you were hungry enough and you only had the one food you completly despised, you would eat it or you starve to death.' So have Frisk surprise me."

"Well that certainly narrows it down and makes it easy." Fritz replied. "I'll go tell her."

Nodding his head yes, Scott just sat back and relaxed. He hadn't been this relaxed in ages. 'Glad you don't hate me anymore.' He thought.

"Scott said he'll eat whever you're making for dinner. So you can surprise him and me both." The older brother winked.

"Ok, I'll call you two when it's ready." The girl gave a bright smile and a thumbs up.

"Sounds good." Fritz simply smiled nodded and then retreated back into the living room to await the evening meal.

A/N

Howdy, guys! This little story of mine is still going. (Even after I tried so many times to reboot and revise it. *shudders* Sorry every time I say the word 'reboot' I get chills. Lol. XD I thought I was going to give this story up altogether, but no.) We're coming along nicely and also I'm trying to follow the cutscenes that lead up to the 'Bite' in FnaF 4, but it may not be entirely accurate... but then again it's fanficiton, you can take a story anyway you want, and that's exactly what I'm doing. That and I don't want to play FnaF 4 ever again. I did one night and then I was like "Nope, I'm done". I'm a chicken. But I'm not scared of Sister Location. First time I got jumpscared by Ballora, I didn't even flintch :P Also, the quote 'first impression are key, most people decide what they think of you within the first seven seconds of meeting you', well that actually comes from the first episode of the eighth season of The Middle called The Core Group when Brick was starting high school and Frankie was looking through the clothes from the Cousin Box, but it's very true though. XD Okey dokey, this wraps up another chapter and authors note to this tragic little tale of mine. And keep an eye out for a spin off from this story. I haven't gotten around to actually doing it yet, but I am going to plan one. Alright, until next time R&R and keep smiling!

As for this chapter title, eh, I don't know, again the best I could come up with. XD

EDIT: I made a mistake, when I said: 'the first thirty seconds of meeeting you', I actually meant to say seven seconds. My bad, sorry guys. XD