A/N: Short but sweet. I think this will be a fine ending for our boys. *squishy face*
-{[(-_•*•_-)]}-
The three boys raced excitedly along the sunlight hallway. The only light came from the thick beams of sunlight that shone through the wall of windows, but it was more than enough. It was finally starting to warm up. A trill of happiness tore through the boys at the thought of summer, making Jeremy and Fritz begin to jump up and down, chattering.
"Guys! Wait up!" Mike protested, carefully maneuvering his chair down the hall.
After each of the boys had their first doctor visit, they discovered Mike's legs had been damaged by the amount of time sitting and sleeping. He could stand and walk, but running just caused him pain and made him feel weak. So, to let him keep up with the boys, Mr. Armel got Mike a wheelchair.
Mike liked it because he didn't get tired as easily. And he could always have a blanket with him, laid over his lap. But mostly, Mike could finally play with the boys.
"Aw, c'mon!" Jeremy hollered. "You can go a lot faster than that, scaredy cat!" Mike looked up with a grin that was equal parts agreeing and anxious.
"Can I push you?!" Fritz giggled. Mike nodded easily, and soon they were streaking down the hall again. "Let's go downstairs!"
"Yes," Jeremy agreed vehemently.
They climbed in the elevator, chatting to each other and planning and laughing all the way down. When they arrived at the bottom, Jeremy pushed Mike out onto the cement floor, giving Fritz time to announce their arrival.
"YOU GUYS!" He yelled, hands cupped around his mouth and rocking on his heels. "WE'RE HEEERRRRREEEE!"
Suddenly, they were surrounded by animatronics, squawking and cheering and asking things and dancing and greeting them.
"Look! They finished 're repairs!" Foxy presented his new arm and wiggled his new jaw.
"We gotta show you the new kitchen they put in for us!" Chi squealed.
"Some of the workhouse guys are really nice and build us special rooms!" Springtrap smiled, if a bit shyly.
"Hello!" Balloon Boy chirped and wrapped his arms around their legs.
"And we missed you sooooo much!" Marion swooned, dropping dramatically in front of the boys. Mike giggled and reached out to help the silly puppet up.
The room seemed to stop short.
Freddy roared suddenly, darting forward and looking at Mike from every angle. Chica and Mangle were making worried noises to each other, and Marion's eyes had gone horribly dark.
"What happened?!" Bon Bon demanded, and he started checking over Jeremy as well. Foxy was screeching something awful in the background.
Springtrap was at Fritz's side in an instant, scooping him up and settling him on the rabbit's hip. Bonnie stepped up beside him; he looked concerned, but angry.
"Mike," Fred breathed, terribly upset. "How on earth did ya end up in a... in a wheelchair?"
"It's barely been a month!" Foxy howled. "That sick bas-"
"Oh!" Mike lit up. "Mr. Armel got me a wheelchair 'cause my legs don't really work. I got sick too much while we were... outside, so I couldn't walk or work my mus... muscles very much."
"He's working with a physical therapist," Jeremy sounded a bit proud. "He'll be up and running any day now."
"Ohhhh," a collective sigh of relief went through the animatronics.
"Well... Let's go see all the cool stuff!" Fritz cheered. The other quickly perked up and agreed.
-{[(*)]}-
The day before the Originals were sent to their new restaurant, the unconventional family held a huge party in the warehouse! Chica and Chi cooked enough pizza and cake to feed an army. Bonnie and Bon Bon supplied music, with Springtrap hesitantly joining them. Fred, Freddy, and Goldie took up a table just to tell each other (and anyone who would listen) terrible jokes. Foxy and Mangle played with the boys and started a dance party. Balloon Boy toddled from group to group, cheerfully greeting everyone and handing out balloon animals.
And Mr. Armel stayed with the boys, letting them drag him all over the place.
"And these, these are the special charging stations!" Mike grinned, eyes sparkling. "It makes them feel like they're sleeping in a real bed! And, I found a way to program them with dreams and stuff! It's really great, and I'm so happy for them-"
"And this is the kitchen!" Fritz posed dramatically, gesturing to the neat but homey space. There were a few more cakes and pizzas on the counter, and Mr. Armel thought he might be sick. "Chica and Chi love to cook, but Mangle helps too! And Balloon Boy gets them utensils and stuff like an assistant! Foxy just liked to steal the frosting..."
"I do na'!" Foxy yelled across the room.
"Yes you do!" Jeremy shouted back, accompanied by a few other voices.
"Freddy! Freddy!" Mike led Mr. Armel over to the table. "Look!"
"I see that!" The old bear laughed. "How do ya do, Mr. President, sir?"
"Oh, I'm fine!" Mr. Armel smiled warmly. "And please, just call me Eamon! You might if I join you?"
"Not at all!" Fred assured and gestured to an empty spot at the table.
"We're gonna go keep playing!" Fritz whispered loudly, though they couldn't tell who it was to.
"Alright," several voices whispered back. After the redhead left, the men began to laugh with each other. They easily settled, starting a new conversation about the future.
"Well, of course Foxy, Chica, Bonnie, and Freddy are going to have their own restaurant. As we see how that goes, it's very likely that we'll open up another restaurant for the remaining Toys and Golden animatronics," Mr. Armel explained. "As for the boys..." The man looked over at the children fondly. The bears glanced at each other. "They'll stay here with me, but they'll be free to visit you whenever they like. As long as it doesn't conflict with any schoolwork."
"And you'll... You'll make sure they're always safe?" Fred finally voices what they'd all been worrying about.
"I can't always be there," Mr. Armel reminded quietly. "But I will do thorough background checks on anyone I hire to interact with them, and I will make regular visits to the school. I'm going to memorize their medical files and plans personal days and-"
"We trust you," Goldie patted the man's shoulder. "You'll do fine."
Mr. Armel gave a sigh of relief.
-{[(*)]}-
"I dunno, Jeremy," Mike mumbled. "What if no one likes me? What if they call me names and steal my stuff and trip me?"
"Well, you don't have to worry about that last one," Jeremy straightened Fritz's tie. "Since you're in a wheelchair. But I think you've been watching too much tv since we got here. If anyone's mean, you just tell me and I'll take care of it."
"Nope!" Mr. Armel's voice came from the doorway. The boys looked up in surprise. "It's not your job to take care of them. Now, you can just be a kid, learn to have fun and worry about kid things. If you have problems, you come to me. I will deal with it."
Jeremy looked angry for a moment, then, as he glared into Mr. Armel's eyes, something seemed to shift. His eyes flooded with tears and he slowly sank to the floor.
"Jeremy!" Mike cried out in fright. But Mr. Armel was already there, gathering Jeremy up and muttering soothing things.
"Is Jeremy okay?" Fritz questioned worriedly. "He never cries!"
"Actually," Mike looked at Mr. Armel and Jeremy, seeing how peaceful their older brother already seemed.
"I think this is a good thing..."
-{[(-_•*•_-)]}-
A/N: Well, that's it, folks! I can't promise anything in regards to FNAF, but when I finally finish this round of fanfictions, I'll be starting the Fanfic Next Gen! There'll definitely be some Undertale and some other fandoms I haven't written for yet. See ya then!
But honestly, I'm so proud of this story, and I'm thankful for all the support you guys have given me throughout. It means so much to me that you guys have favorited, followed, and reviewed this. I went into this thinking no one would like it. It fills me with inspiration to hear how much you enjoy this!
Also, look up the meaning of the President's first and last name: Eamon Armel
QUESTION OF THE UPDATE: If you could the boys anywhere for a day, what would you do? I would take them to a mall and just buy them lots of nice things. ^u^