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Chapter 4

Zoe took the papers out of her bag and laid them out on the control panel for Fritz to see. "Okay, I made six designs for each bot: two male, two gender-neutral, and two female. And there's a lot of animatronics, so we're going to be here a while."

"I'm hungry," Fritz said.

Zoe looked at him. "Really? Now?"

He shrugged. "Can I go get some doughnuts?"

She sighed in exasperation. "Mike, Jeremy, could one of you go get Fritz some doughnuts?"

"Okay!" Mike and Jeremy said at the same time. They both stood up and ran out the door.

"No, I just said one of- Ah, whatever. Anyway-"

"Do you need me here?" Scott asked.

She tried to contain her annoyance. They wouldn't get anything done if they kept getting interrupted. "No, but-"

"I want some toast," Vincent declared.

Zoe facepalmed. "What? Where did that come from?"

"I'm hungry. I need to eat, too."

She clenched her fists. "Fine. Both of you can go. I don't care."

She sat down in Vincent's now vacant chair and waited for Fritz to finish looking through the drawings. Some people are so annoying, she thought. She loved Jeremy and Mike to death, but they could be so stupid sometimes.

About fifteen minutes later, Mike and Jeremy burst into the room, each carrying a small brown bag with the Tim Hortons logo on it. Mike was laughing and telling annoying jokes while Jeremy was watching something on his phone. Probably anime.

Jeremy tossed his bag to Fritz, who caught it in both hands. "Here you go."

Mike set his bag on top of the papers on the panel and continued rambling to Jeremy.

Zoe rolled her eyes. "Get outta here, you two are distracting."

"Well, I'm not," Jeremy said. "That would be him." He pointed his thumb at Mike, who was still making stupid jokes.

"Hey, why can't a bicycle stand on its own?" Mike asked Jeremy.

"I don't know," Jeremy said absently, looking back down at his phone.

"Because it's two tired! Get it? Cuz it has two tires, and- Oh geez!" He burst out laughing.

Zoe sighed. "You're such a doofus."

"No, no, wait until you hear this one-"

"And now you're leaving," she said, grabbing the backs of both boys' shirts and pushing them out the open door.

"Wait," Mike said. "What do you call cheese that isn't yours?"

"I don't care," she replied loudly.

"Nacho cheese! Get it? Cuz it sounds like-"

"Goodbye!" she yelled, pushing them into the hallway. Zoe turned back to the room and shut the door in Mike's face.

"You're no fun," she heard him mutter.

"GOODBYE," she said louder. She heard Mike and Jeremy walk down the hallway, Mike making puns and jokes the whole way.

She sighed. "Sorry, Fritz. Anyway, what do you think of the designs?"

He shrugged. "I really like them all. You're a great artist."

Zoe smiled. "Thanks. But which ones do you like the most?"

"I've only checked out the Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica ones, and I really like these ones the most." He held up three papers for her to see.

She took them and nodded. "These were actually my favourites, too. Why don't you take a look at the others? I'm gonna go look around. I haven't been here in ages."

He nodded. "Okay."

She opened the door and peeked out, glancing up and down the hallway to make sure Mike didn't jump out and start yelling out stupid jokes.

Fortunately, he wasn't anywhere to be seen. Zoe came out of the room and started exploring.

The place looked so similar to the original. All of the rooms were in the places they were before the fire. Even the furniture was almost in the same places they were in. It was incredible. Someone must've committed every detail of the place to memory.

She went around, opening random doors just to see what was inside and if anything was the same. Pretty much everything was. Then she spotted the silhouette of a door hidden in the design of the wallpaper. It was probably just a storage room, but still, she was curious.

She went up to the door and put her hand on it. She pushed the door open, and she did not expect to see what she did.

On the other side of the door was what looked like a bedroom. There was a bed next to the door. Beside that was a dresser with clothes hanging out of the drawers. A set of closet doors was at the far side of the room. The floor was so covered in stuff, she could barely see it, and the room smelled heavily of smoke. Vincent stood in front of a large mirror that hung next to the closet.

Then she noticed the scars.

White scratches lined his back and curled around his shoulder blades. Some of the scars stuck out as scabs, as though they'd been recently reopened. His arms and the back of his neck were in the same condition.

She looked up at the mirror and saw that he was bandaging a cut on his chest. She squinted and noticed that his face was covered in makeup, maybe to cover up more scars. She blanched. What had happened to him?

Zoe was pretty sure that she wasn't supposed to be seeing this.

Once the blood was cleaned up and the cut was bandaged, Vincent looked at the mirror and quickly twisted his violet hair into a ponytail. Then he froze. It took her a moment to realize that he was looking at her, or at least her reflection.

Zoe panicked and ran away from the door as fast as possible.

xXx

She was lost in her thoughts, so she barely noticed when she entered the Parts and Service room. Fritz heard her come in and turned around in his chair to face her. "Hey Zoe. I'm almost done with the..." His voice trailed off when he saw her face. "Ah, you okay? What happened?"

She simply shook her head and took a deep breath, trying to block out her thoughts. "Nothing. It's fine." She pulled Vincent's chair up next to Fritz and sat down. "So, which ones did you pick?"

"I really liked this Marionette one, and this one for Foxy, Toy Freddy, Toy Foxy, Toy Bonnie, and Toy Chica," he said, holding up the designs as he talked. "I still haven't decided for Springtrap and Balloon Boy though."

"What about the other one?" Zoe asked. He'd left out one animatronic, and she didn't know why.

"Um..." He shrugged. "I don't know. Are you sure you want to replicate that one?"

She nodded. "Why not?"

"Uh, that one was pretty dangerous as an animatronic."

"So what? It won't be the same animatronic now. It won't have the same programming at all."

"You do realize that it bit someone once, right?"

"Of course."

He looked uneasily at the drawing in his hands. The paper held an image of a man with blond hair in an elegant yellow suit with a purple bow tie. His hat was the same colour of his suit. The rest of the designs for the animatronic laid on the control panel.

Fritz heaved a sigh. "Well, if you're sure."

Zoe picked up the designs he already chose. "Great. You decide on the last three, and I'll get started with these."