ShoutOuts: MagicMakerRose (I might, just because I haven't done much with Raina, but idk I'm still deciding), and Guest (aww, thanks!)

Chapter 39

Zoe woke up at 9 a.m. a week later. She didn't have work at the pizzeria that day, so she was free to work at her auto body.

She grabbed her phone off her nightstand. No texts from Raina. She sighed. They hadn't spoken for a week now. Zoe was going to go over to her house and try to talk things out, but then she got a call from one of her frequent customers saying that their car had broken down. They had a really old car and couldn't afford to buy a new one, or even get a tune-up or a new engine, so Zoe got a lot of calls from that person. By the time she had finished, it had been pretty late, so she decided to just go home.

Mike and Scott weren't back from the funeral yet. She'd called Mike yesterday, and he said that they would be back sometime today. That was good. Maybe talking to him would get her mind off Raina.

She dragged herself out of bed and stumbled to her closet.

xXx

*7 hours later*

It was almost the end of the work day, and Mike and Scott had just gotten back from the funeral. They decided to go to the pizzeria to see everyone instead of just going home.

"What's up, guys?" Mike yelled as soon as he and Scott walked through the doors.

"Hi guys," Raina said, shooting them a smile as she walked towards the door, carrying a bunch of pizza boxes. "How was the funeral?"

Mike shrugged. "Eh. It was just a typical funeral. Everyone was all dressed up, people were crying and making speeches." He paused. "Now that I think about it, it wasn't all that different from a wedding."

Raina laughed. "Yeah, I guess you're right." Her smile wavered. "Hey, um, are you going to go see Zoe later?"

Mike shrugged. "Maybe. I'm still going to see her tomorrow, anyway."

Raina nodded. "Okay. Well, Jeremy's in Party Room 3 if you want to go see him."

"Actually, we were going to ask where Vincent was," Scott interrupted. "We should probably let him know we're back."

"I think he's in the Prize Corner right now," Raina said. "He took over Mike's shift while you guys were gone."

"Thanks, Raina." Scott smiled. They left her at the door and walked over to the Prize Corner, greeting some of the animatronics as they passed.

Vincent was talking to an angry woman and a young teenager when they got to the Prize Corner. "Look, I'm sorry Miss, but your daughter doesn't have enough tickets for a Foxy plush. By all means, play more arcade games, but you can't get a plush right now. You're still ten tickets short-"

"But it's her birthday!" the woman yelled, putting her hand on her daughter's shoulder. "I thought you people dealt with birthday stuff!"

"Mom, it's okay," the teenage girl said. "I can just play some more games. It's fine. I really don't mind."

The lady ignored her daughter and continued shouting. "This is outrageous! Honestly, there's something wrong with you people!"

Vincent glanced around the restaurant and caught sight of Scott and Mike. He breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm sorry Miss, but I have to go."

The woman stared after him as he hurriedly walked over to the two guards. "Excuse me? I'm talking to you! Hey!"

The girl put a hand on her mother's arm. "Come on, Mom. Let's go back to the arcade." The woman was still grumbling as her daughter dragged her across the pizzeria.

"Busy day, huh?" Scott said when Vincent reached them.

Vincent rolled his eyes. "You have no idea. I almost got in a fistfight with this one guy whose kid didn't win the scavenger hunt a couple days ago. He said he'd come back, but he hasn't yet." He sighed. "I wish I lived in Canada."

Scott nodded."Same. Anyway, we just decided to stop by and see if you were okay."

Vincent shrugged. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Mike raised an eyebrow. "You hesitated."

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

"No, I didn't."

"Actually, you did," Scott confirmed. "What's wrong?"

Vincent thought for a moment. "Um, do you guys remember Charlie?"

Mike shook his head. "No. I mean, I recognize the name, but not much else."

Scott put a hand on his shoulder. "I don't blame you. You were pretty little when you met her. She was Henry's daughter."

"She came back to the city for a job interview," Vincent said."She visited the pizzeria the day after you left."

Scott smiled. "Really? God, I haven't seen her in years. Maybe we could go visit her sometime. Where is she staying?"

Vincent hesitated. "Zoe's house."

Scott blinked. "Is that a joke? Please tell me it's a joke."

"No. It's not a joke."

Mike scoffed. "Good, because if it was, it would be a shitty joke."

Scott shot him a glare. "There are still kids here. Watch your language." He looked back at Vincent. "Did she tell her anything?"

Vincent scratched his neck nervously. "Um, well, kind of. I mean, it wasn't actually just her. I kind of did, too. But nothing happened, so I think it would be okay if-"

"What were you thinking?" Scott grabbed his brother's shoulders. "You know they don't want you telling anyone! You know what they could do if you did something they didn't like!"

"Look, Scott, I didn't 'sleepwalk' at all during that week," Vincent pointed out. "They weren't paying attention at all when I was speaking to Charlie. They weren't even talking! I don't know where they were, but they don't know that I said anything."

Scott sighed. "William, I just don't think it's a good idea to take risks like that."

"And I won't," Vincent promised. "But there is one thing that I told Zoe and Fritz that they're probably going to figure out."

Scott raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

Suddenly, Mike's phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the screen.

From: Zoe

Hey mike. Are you free tomorrow? Fritz and i wanna talk to you

Mike looked at Vincent. "Are you fucking serious?"

Vincent smiled sheepishly. "Sorry?"

sry for the short filler chapter some stuff will actually happen in the next one