A/N: Sorry about the late chapter guys. This one took a bit longer to write due to my worst enemy; writer's block. Anyway, I finally got it done, so here it is.

Also, just to clear things up, the layout of Fredbear's Family diner is similar to the design of the FNAF 1 pizzeria. The only difference being there's an employee's lounge in between the backstage and pirate cove. The entrance is above the entrance to the bathrooms to the right of the stage. As always, feedback is always greatly appreciated :)

Chapter 6: Jack's Questions

I woke up to the soothing sound of birds in the spring. At first, I was very disoriented at the immediate sight of a messy lounge. I got up and remembered the eventful day that had just passed. I also recalled meeting Davey; the young cheerful worker who had helped my brother and I out by giving us a good word in to one of the restaurant's owners, in turn, letting us stay in the diner for now. Everyone was still in dreamland, so I stood alone in the room, re-soaking-in my current situation. Speaking of current situations, I looked down at my gracefully sleeping brother's face and reaffirmed my optimistic ambitions of finding Atopal. My back felt a bit sore; probably a result of the lounge's couch lacking any sort of good potential for a nice sleeping spot. I wasn't very rational in the morning, so I took the opportunity of being alone to attempt a back massage on myself. As any sane person would expect, I fell over with a loud thud, causing Adam's eyes to jolt open after an early morning groan. Adam's rude awakening was soon accompanied by Davey's sudden escape from his own subconscious' tight grip. Davey sat up in his bed, eyes only semi-open, and looked at me now on the floor and spouted half-consciously: "The hell you doin' down there, Scruffy? Fall outta bed or something?"

I rolled my eyes after Adam lightly chuckled from his spot further down the rounded couch. "Haha! Everyone's laughing!" I began sarcastically. "I was just, ummm, stretching." Davey smirked and fell back down into his bed behind the mini-bar as if he was made of cement blocks. "And don't call me Scruffy! Call me by my actual birth name," I shouted to make sure he couldn't just block me out with his pillow. "Yeah that's great, Scruffy," Davey joked.

"Don't we have a job to do. I mean, this is technically Adam and I's first day one the job," I tried to remind the now sloth-like Fredbear worker. Adam slowly got up from the couch while starting to feel the painful blow of the uncomfortable couch. "We're damn lucky that we're closed on tuesday's," Davey yelled from across the room to signify that he was still listening. With a yawn, Adam asked for the time and I pointed at a clock above the door leading to the always-darkened back-room; facing directly across from the couch and to left of the bar. The clock read 8:14 AM. The diner opened at 8:00, so even if the place had been open today, we'd be fourteen minutes late for work.

My lack of worry for my oversleeping was soon shot down when Davey told me that employee's still had to come in on tuesdays. "Fred says we have to "bond" as co-workers. He says happy staff makes for happy customers. But I say he just made that rule so we could all suffer with him when he had to start comin' in on tuesday's," Davey expressed.

Davey took a hung up uniform from the rack on the back wall and signaled for us to do the same. Adam and I picked up our uniforms and my brother and Davey had already started changing. I, on the other hand, was pretty self-conscious when it came to changing in front of people. I used to always be mortified by the risk of not only my pants coming down, but also the next layer. I contemplated going in the dank back-room to change, but I realized that having the strange puppet watch me change wasn't much better; especially after hearing the spooky stories about the abandoned doll. So I decided to suck it up and change alongside everyone else while I thought about why the hell I was obliged to wear a uniform on a day that no customer would actually show up.

Upon hearing of closure on Tuesday's, Jack was excited to take the opportunity of getting acquainted with his new living space, but when he heard that he had to "bond" with the other staff members for the day, he was less than thrilled. Davey walked out the small door to reach the usually-party-inhabited main room followed closely by Adam. After eating a pretty stale granola bar that did not live up to the adjective of satisfying, it was my turn to walk out and join my co-workers.

The main show area was actually pretty dirty in the mornings. Did Fred's budget cuts go so far as to not only cut power supply, but also fire Fredbear's cleaners? It was obvious to me that this was a bad business strategy, I mean, if the health department saw this, they'd be shaking their heads in extreme disapproval. There was also a pretty bad stench emanating from somewhere in the place. Unamused, I plugged my nose as I walked into the dining area. I saw that everyone else was perfectly fine, so I was pretty confused that no one else was taking progressive action to stop these odours from causing a nauseated blackout. "My god! Do you guys smell that!?" I asked alarmingly.

"Oh! That's just Fredbear's smell when his….vascular tubes are being changed, or something like that. I'm pretty used to the smell," Davey responded. "You completely butchered that explanation," laughed a familiar voice coming from the stage. I turned my head and suddenly my negative outlook on the day fortunately flipped when I saw Elaina standing on stage, intensively studying a half put-together version of the diner's mascot. As I made eye contact with her, she suddenly looked away, but still acknowledged my presence with a subtle greeting nod.

"Hi, Jack," she began softly. "Don't worry about yesterday. I didn't leave because of you. I mean, you're actually pretty nice once you get past the smug annoyingness," she joked while revealing her rarely seen smile. Hearing this was a huge load-off my chest! Now that I knew she didn't completely hate, I had somewhat of a chance with her. Elaina signaled me to help her carry Fredbear into the room near the stage. Of course I would help her, I mean, as long as it made me look gentlemanly. As we lugged the bear off the stage, I was grateful that the putrid smell had finally gone away. We walked into the backstage area and laid Fredbear down on a metal table with slight difficulty. Man, that robot didn't look this heavy on-stage. When Elaina turned on the light, I was impressed to see the walls lined with all kinds of tools and materials, including extra heads and parts for Fredbear.

"Thanks." She smiled at me again, which made me pretty happy. I was afraid that Elaina was one of those people who're gloomy 24/7. Sombre was not the adjective that fit my style of thinking. "My pleasure," I said with a smile of my own. She stood there silently, so I assumed that she was quietly cueing me to leave so she could do her job, so I walked towards the open door.

"Wait," she said before I left. "Shut the door. I have something serious to ask you about." I complied with her request out of half-curiosity and half-wanting-to-please-Elaina.

"Whoa, what happened?" I asked curiously. The sudden change in the tone of our dialogue warranted a very confused look on my face.

"Do you know anything about….Leymour." She gradually turned her sentence into a quiet whisper.

"Ummm...I know that he's one of the diner's owners," I said, feeling like I was answering a question on a quiz.

"Do you know anything else?" She was starting to sound straight ominous, which started to borderline frighten me. Even though I only knew her for about a day, I felt she wasn't acting herself.

"Uhhh...no. Sorry, but can I ask why you want to know in the first place?" I questioned her strange behavior.

"Well, he told me some pretty weird things yesterday and…." She trailed off which caused me to believe she was refraining from telling me everything. In fact, I was positive she was only telling me half of the truth. I had a strange talent of being super insightful, especially when it came to people lying.

"What did he say?" I asked, now trying to get the whole truth.

"He wanted me to meet him here last night, but I-I didn't and he sounded urgent and he talked about saving many souls and now I'm afraid that he's angry." I could tell she was very upset because of something with Leymour, but she was difficult to help in a state of panic like this. "Calm down, calm down," I said in an attempt to help her regain her composure. "Now just start from the beginning and tell me what happened," I said quietly.

"He said I had to-"

She was interrupted by an absurdly timed Leymour waltzing on into the backstage area. He suddenly stopped in the doorway and looked at Elaina with a fierce scowl on his face, then he saw me with her which made him only let out an anxious sigh. Elaina avoided any sort of eye contact with the tragically mysterious man. She quickly walked out of the room with the overused excuse of needing to use the restroom, leaving me alone with Leymour. He slowly walked towards me and, based off of Elaina's frightful confrontation with him the day before, every resounding step he took made me a bit more nervous for this sudden encounter.

"What were you doing back here?" He spoke with an aggressively quiet tone. The kind I remembered my dad using whenever he was so angry that he couldn't even yell anymore. "I w-was helping Elaina with Fredbear," I said timidly right after I remembered what I was doing back there in the first place.

"You're not supposed to be back here. This is only for our mechanics. You should be out on the show floor cleaning up the place. Go on. Get out there," he raised his voice to sound assertive while telling me what to do. Obviously, telling people what to do was not his strong suit, but his tone wasn't what scared me; the man himself had a creepy air about him. He somehow had the uncanny valley effect about him. Similar to the fear factor an animatronic would have on most people. "Sorry, sir. I-I'm new here," I attempted to justify.

"Oh, so you're one of those street urchins we took in. Hector told me about you. You're lucky I'm not charging you!" He snapped. Leymour walked to the back end of the room, picking up a spare Fredbear head and a good amount of parts. I was wondering why he was messing with those parts, I mean, he had just yelled at me to say this back room was for mechanics only. But I feared to question his actions as he fumble around with spare parts in his arms, trying not to drop any as he made his way to the door.

He abruptly stopped in the doorway again and made his way right towards me. He went right up in my face, spare parts in hand, and quietly whispered: "You and your friend had better stay away from Elaina or I shall be forced to take matters into my own hands. You won't be happy with the consequences."

With that threatening comment, he walked out of the room and yelled: "Get to work!"

Was Leymour so worried about my presence in the backroom that he would go so far as to order me to get to work on a day the restaurant was closed?!

"What the hell is up with that guy?" I wondered. Just yesterday I had seen him stuttering his way through a conversation with a cop, but today he seemed much more assertive and competent. It was either he was just really scared of police officers, or he underwent a complete personality change overnight. Still a bit shaken by Leymour's threat, I stood still for a bit trying to process what he had just told me. I'm pretty much always thinking about the mysteries of the world, but this mystery of a man was just…..different. This must've been what Elaina felt when he approached her.

After my intense thinking period, I regrouped my brain cells and got back into reality; walking out onto the main show floor where I found Davey, Adam, and a couple of other employees who had arrived, cleaning up the room.

"Hey, Scruffy! Glad to see you're still with us! I'm always happy to see new guys stick around," said the guy that I recognized as Sunnly. His bright disposition was actually quite refreshing after the morning I was having. He was currently mopping down the floors in the bottom right corner of the room. Based on what I saw, the kids' messes seemed to gravitate towards that corner. But despite Sunnly's monotonous task, he seemed to be keeping his cheery smile.

"Glad to have you on board," called out another guy cleaning up a table right near Fredbear's stage. I couldn't quite recall being introduced to this guy the day before, but I didn't question it. I didn't want to sound rude in front of my new workmates.

Davey and Adam were mopping down the rest of the room while they awaited the arrival of more employees.

"Umm, hi, guys," I began sort of timidly. "How can I help in cleaning up the joint?"

"You can start by helpin' Flash clean the tables before Fred gets here. Hector had Lymoure 'ave already got here, so there's no point tryin' to impress them, but Fred gets real pissed when the place is dirty when he gets 'ere on tuesdays," Davey explained.

So I got to work on my task starting at the far end of the room working my way towards the stage, meeting Flash halfway.

A couple of other workers walked in and helped us clean up while Elaina continued work on Fredbear, making sure to avoid Leymour at all costs. Fred finally arrived in his casual attire quickly walking towards the office, only mildly showing his appreciation for our hard work with a quick nod towards Sunnly as he passed by.

Most employees had now arrived and with our cleaning task complete, we all sat around a large party table and our "bond" time began. Adam and I sat next to each other with Davey sitting on my right. I was grateful for the fact that Davey had taken it upon himself to be a sort of mentor for my brother and I. "So, how's everyone enjoying the tuesday we could be spendin' lazin' around at home!" Said Scraps while tinkering around with something in his hand. "Well I got nothing better to do," said the ignorant Adam. Upon Adam's comment, all attention was brought to him and all background conversations with the guys had stopped. I guessed they just weren't used to Adam speaking up. I wouldn't say he was the silent type, but I would say that being on the road for half a year can take it's toll on an innocent sixteen year old. He hadn't been exposed to the normal life of teenager and neither had I, so we were never exactly sure if how we felt was how normal kids with normal lives felt.

"Hey, kid! You're brother has already got a nickname, so why don't we give you one?" Suggested a bored looking Nightly to all of the guys. "Umm, alright," Adam agreed.

"How about Kidman?! You know, 'cause he's a kid and a man at the sa..." He trailed off as he realized that he had no idea where he was going with this thought. Most of the guys looked at him with the 'that made absolutely no sense' look, making Flash retreat back and slouch into his chair. I felt a bit sorry for the guy. Was he always treated like the dumb one?

"What about Minimus? It's youngest in Latin," I suggested. All the guys nodded in agreement, but not because they liked the name, but because they were probably already bored of the topic.

"How do you know that, Scruffy?" Asked Nightly with a somewhat doubting tone to his voice. "Well, ummm, when we still lived in our old orphanage, I would spend most of my time in the study learning many things from books. Including a book on how to easily learn Latin." I recalled many memories of my studies in the library. It was a passion of mine to become more knowledgeable so I could help protect Adam in any given situation. How was I expected to protect him if I was un-educated. In that moment, I thought of returning to the books to find something on Atopal. Maybe his mother hadn't been simply telling me a fairy tale. Maybe it actually was a real place I could find. I wished I had been more concerned with that when I was invested in my studies. He could always continue searching through his books, but he didn't know where to start. There weren't many books concerning the location of utopia-like places.

They continued with small talk until they were interrupted by Elaina bringing Fredbear back out on stage with Davey's help. She tested him out a bit and he seemed to be working perfectly fine. I wondered what Elaina had actually changed about the bear. He was functioning just as he had been yesterday. Elaina then took her leave for the day without so much as a wave goodbye to me. Other than Davey, she felt like my only true friend in this place, despite her attempts at keeping her distance.

Nightly's constant complaining and negative attitude had started taking it's toll on me, so I decided to take a small walk around the place and look around. I walked to the back end of the dining hall near the door to a hallway leading to the office. I sat there for a bit before deciding to return to the group until my thought process was interrupted by arguing voices from the office.

My curiosity got the better of me as I decided to walk down the hallway closer towards the office. I saw a window looking into the office and a to the left of it. I crouched under the window to avoid being seen, giving me the best spot to listen to the conversation.

"Leave them alone, Jake! They're just kids!" An unfamiliar voice pleaded. I assumed it was Hector, but I couldn't be so sure. "That's Mr. Leymour to you!" The other man replied.

"And you can't just go around letting any 'kid' off the street! Especially kids who will only end up causing trouble!" Leymour argued.

"What the hell has gotten into you, Leymour! You aren't usually like this!" Piped in another voice he assumed to be Fred's. "I said it when you let your precious 'Davey' stay here and and I'll say it again; find their parents and allow them be responsible for their own children!" He said aggressively towards the kind and compassionate Hector.

"They don't have any parents!" Hector snapped back. "They're all alone in this world…" Hector said, in a suddenly calm tone. "You of all people should know what that's like!" Hector continued raising the noise of the conversation back to an uncomfortably high level.

"They're staying whether you like it or not," confirmed Fred.

"No kid deserves to be thrown on the streets like they're worthless. We can't sit by and abandon them in their time of need," he continued. "Just let them be until we can find a good caretaker for them."

"They better be out of here soon. There will be dire consequences if otherwise," Leymour stated. He thankfully made his dramatic exit through the opposite door and stormed down the west hall.

I felt I had heard more than I needed too, so I headed back to the group at the table.

I was left with so many questions about Leymour's intentions. Why did he want Davey and I out of the restaurant? Why were Hector and Fred so insistent on backing me up?

Why had Leymour apparently known what it feels like to be alone in the world? But the most threatening question I had feared to find the answers too was placed in the forefront of my mind for the rest of the day; what were the 'dire consequences' Leymour was talking about?