Hey, guys! I'm back! Since I didn't say this last time: Happy 2017! I'm excited for what I can do in this year and I'm gonna update this fanfiction, cause god knows you've probably been waiting for it! Anyway, lets go!

Chapter 7: The Father's Laments

Philip Williams sighed as he drove to the new Freddy Fazbear's Pizza on an early June morning. Fazbear Entertainment was the only company willing to hire a former father who's sons both died at locations owned by said company. He was surprised that the new location had only been built in a month. From what he'd heard, however, most of the stuff had been lifted from the old location, including the animatronics, room layout, and even the security cameras.

The man shuffled through the doors of the restaurant as he sipped his coffee half-heartedly. He made his way to the door labeled "Parts and Service" and peeked inside. Inside were various spare parts for the animatronics. Things like spare heads, suits, endoskeletons, and accessories lined the walls and shelves of the dimly lit room.

Philip felt a tap on his shoulder, causing him to jump and twirl around in panic. He came face to face with Peter Afton, his new boss. They'd met at the old Fredbear's Family Diner location and had become close friends. Peter was clad in his new "dayshift security guard" outfit (the same one Philip was wearing), except it was a bold shade of lavender, unlike the normal light blue. His shiny new "manager" badge was pinned to his chest.

"Hello there Pete-I mean Mr. Afton, sir!" Philip greeted him, nervously, "how are you today?"

"Please, just call me Peter, old friend! I'm great! Business is booming recently, despite some…minor setbacks. I can see that you, however, are NOT great! And we can't have that here a Freddy's! So, tell me Phil…why so glum?" Peter inquired, looking concerned.

"Oh… well, sir...," Philip replied looking at his shoes, "I-I'm still kinda heartbroken after…ya know…"

"Oh! Yes, that right…um…why don't we talk about this in my office…ya know, I don't want bad publicity!"

"Sir, I don't want to trouble you with my-"

"Nonsense, Phil my boy! I'm always here to empathize with any hardships my employees have been going through…especially if the employee happens to be a former work-mate!"

Philip follows Peter into the room marked "Manager's Office" and sat down in a chair across from the manager's desk.

Pictures lined the walls of the office, chronicling every manager of every building owned by Fazbear Entertainment over the years. From 1971 to 1985 (the present year), hundreds of managers had worked for the company.

Philip settled in one of the two cushioned wooden chairs, as Peter sat down in his special "managers only" swivel chair behind his desk.

The desk itself seemed to be covered in various bills, important documents, and…police incident reports? What?

A faded and slightly chipped gold title plate sat on the edge of the desk, reading: Manager. There also seemed to be several names written underneath, but they's since been either scratched out, painted over, or faded away.

"You seem stressed, friend. What's on your mind?" Peter inquired the man across from him.

Philip hesitated. Could he really trust Peter with his thoughts? Wait! What was he thinking? Of course he could! The two had been friends for years!

"Well…I'm just…I'm still trying to get over both of my sons' deaths," He managed to choke out, being too busy trying to hold back tears, "You don't know how it feels to lose someone you love-or in my case two people, and then realize after that there was so much you could have-h-have d-done-,"

It was then that Philip could not take it anymore. He burst out in sobs, right in front of his boss. He was pathetic, he knew he was. A pathetic, worthless, single, neglectful shell of who he once was. His wife, his two sons, and his life - all down the drain!

The other man saw his friend's distress. His friend's pain. He suddenly felt sympathetic and rushed to his side, putting a consoling arm on his shoulder.

"Hey, Phil, it's ok! It's fine. I-I don't like to admit it, myself, but…," He hesitated, "I know your pain. I've been in a similar situation to the one you are in now, but…I-I-," Peter suddenly started breathing heavy and staggered over to his chair.

Philip suddenly ceased his crying, wiped the tears from his face, and rushed to his boss's side – much like he'd done for him, and - worried for his friend's safety – started to panic. He was NOT going to lose anyone else! He quickly turned towards the manager's desk and called 911.

A few hours after the ambulance arrived to take Peter to the hospital, Philip was sitting in the waiting room of a local hospital, worried sick.

Was Peter ok? Was he hurt? Was he going t-to -NO! Peter is going to be ok! Get a hold of yourself, Phil!

Suddenly, he noticed a familiar woman walk in, with who he presumed to be her daughter, in tow. The two took their seats a few chairs from Phil. The woman suddenly glanced over at Phil, waved, and walked over towards him.

It was now he recognized her. It was Gabe's wife: Linda!

Gabe had been the manager of the previous Freddy Fazbear's Pizza location Phil had worked at. Unfortunately, Gabe had suffered a fatal heart attack on the morning the building was shut down – which was also the morning he'd found out that Terence had…ya know.

Linda sat down in the chair to Phil's right and greeted him. "Hello there, Mr. Williams. Listen, I'm sorry to hear that your oldest son has also died. If there's anything I can-,"

"No…," Phil said before she could finish, "I-I'm fine….Thank you, though."

"Oh…ok, then," the woman replied, surprised that Phil had reacted so suddenly, "How have you been, recently?"

"Nothing new. I'm just trying to – ya know – get used to living alone…"

The woman put a hand on Phil's shoulder and said, "Mr. Williamson. Are you alright? You seem…well, you seem a little depressed. Are you sure you are fine?"

Before the situation could intensify, the little girl from earlier skipped over to Phil and extended her hand. She said, "Hello there, Mr. Williams! My name is Nancy! I do not believe we've met."

Philip, changing his frown to a slight grin, grasped and shook the child's hand. "Hello there, Nancy. Please, call me Philip."

"Oh. Ok then, Philip," the little one said, giggling.

Before the conversation could go on any further, a doctor wearing a white coat burst from the doors and exclaimed to the group, "Mr. Afton is fine! NO ONE PANIC!

After a few moments, the doctor sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, realizing that (A) no one was panicking and (B) that he'd for gotten his manners. He resumed his posture and apologized. "I'm very, very sorry! I-I assumed that everyone out here would be panicking. Anyway, allow me to introduce myself. I am Doctor Joshua Malk." He shook each of the three's hands and resumed his speech, "As I very rudely exclaimed before, Mr. Peter Randal Afton is alive and well. He only suffered some minor breathing problems, though…we're not sure why!.

"The most likely explanation – and our doctor's current theory – is that it was a result of his high blood pressure at the time. That doesn't matter now, though, as he is now completely healthy. You can go visit him if you want."

Linda turned to her daughter and said, "Nancy, honey, how about you and Mr. Willia-I mean Philip go visit Peter. All right? I'm just going to sign the hospital forms so we can all go home.

Nancy's face brightened up immediately, and she started running down the hall towards the patient rooms.

"Excuse me, Doctor Malk?" Philip asked, "which room is Peter currently in?"

"Room 12, just down the hall. Sixth door on the left," the doctor replied, smiling at the man.

Philip then, himself, rushed down the hall, trying to find Nancy, but also keeping an eye out for Room 12.

When he finally made it to Room 12, Philip saw Nancy standing by Peter's side as he lay in a hospital bed. They seemed to be talking.

Not wanting to disturb their conversation, Philip stood outside the room, waiting for their conversation to end.

However, Philip's curiosity soon peaked. He slowly and quietly opened the door a little, trying to hear their conversation.

"…Daddy, what was your first wife like?" Philip heard Nancy inquire.

Wait…"Daddy"? Is Peter Nancy's stepfather? Philip thought.

He then heard Peter reply, "Well, honey, she was beautiful. Her golden blond hair always glowed in the sunlight. She had the voice of an angel. She was…she was perfect."

Nancy seemingly hesitated and the asked, "Daddy…why did she…die?"

Philip heard Peter start breathing heavily again and heard Nancy start to panic. She started exclaiming things like, "I'm sorry Daddy!" and "Please…don't die!"

Philip could sense her fear. She did not want to lose another father.

Philip suddenly burst into the room and rushed to Peter's side. Peter was laying on his bed, sweating like a hog and hyperventilating. Philip tried to calm him down, though his stepdaughter's crying and panicking was not helping.

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"Peter? It's me…Phil! Listen to my voice. Y-you're going to be okay! Please calm down!"

Philip himself was now losing it. He felt tears dripping from his eyes and felt his nose start to drip mucus down his face,...but he couldn't focus on that! He had to save his friend!

Philip suddenly grabbed hold of Peter's chin and stared him straight in the face. He saw a mix of fear, confusion, panic, and…sadness(?) in his friend's eyes.

Philip cleared his throat, wiped his eyes with the backside of his hand, and stated to his boss, in a firm tone. He said the following:

"Peter Randal Afton. Born December 19th, 1955. Age: 30. You have done many things in the past. You've been my best friend for almost a decade. You have lived for almost thirty years in this urban and crazy town in Florkansasifornia, United States of America! You helped found not only one of the most successful animatronic manufacturing companies in the country, you also helped found the most successful Animatronic Restaurant chain in the world and made the Fazbear brand known worldwide! I AN NOT GOING TO LET YOU DIE!"

That moment, Philip Samuel Williams, front of everyone, including Dr. Malk and Linda – who'd rushed in after they'd heard Nancy's cries – slapped Peter Randal Afton in the face.

Peter suddenly stopped his hyperventilating and excessive sweating, sat up red, and punched his friend in the face, shocking everyone in attendance.

Dr. Malk suddenly exclaimed, his face red in anger, his face scowling at the two men, "I have NO IDEA WHAT THE H#%& is going on here," his face then suddenly switched angry to amused and his face suddenly all redness it had just moments ago, "but I believe that this man has just saved Mr. Afton another incident."

The three visitors, along with the patient, were surprised how easily the Doctor had changed emotions and how calm he was.

"Well, Mrs. Afton," Dr. Malk said to the woman, "I believe that it it time for you to take you husband home."

He called the nurse to help Peter out of bed and then quietly escorted the family out of the hospital room, leaving Philip confused, curious, and with a bloody nose.

Moments later, Dr. Malk returned with some tissues and said to man,"Mr. Williams, please, take these. You'll need them."

"Thank you," Philip replied, shaking the man's hand and walking from the room, a wad of tissues shoved up his nose.

Well…that was a very interesting day, he though.

-Author's Notes-

Well, I think that's a good enough chapter to satiate all of you viewers' hunger until I care enough to next update this! I'm sorry this chapter took so song! I have had – and still have some left – final exams to do, and…you know how that is! Anyway, I'll see you later! Byez!

PS: "Florkansifornia" is the fictional state this story takes place in. "Florkansasifornia" is a combination of Kansas, Florida, and California, in case you couldn't tell.