I apologize beforehand if there are too many errors in this chapter. I am drained and kinda stressed as I have an exam approaching fast.
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Both Mike and Bonnie agreed that they shouldn't tell the others about Bonnie's sister's mishap. And Julia fully agreed on keeping quiet about that hurtful reunion, but mostly because she's too embarrassed about the whole thing.
Bonnie (awfully quickly) came up with the lie that Mike accidentally revealed that he knew his biological sister after hearing she got hurt from a freak accident. Curiously, Bonnie decided to speak with his sister and rest if history. That's is the story the others heard about how the purple rabbit reunited with his past. Other than a bit of teasing from Freddy, he should've been a cat instead; the others accepted this lie. Much to Mike and Bonnie's relief.
Does not change that Bonnie still feels terrible that he lost control and broke his biological sister's shoulder. But being a guy being equally bad at saying sorry, he instead tried to apologize by visiting Julia and playing some music. According to Mike, she was the one who taught him to play on a guitar.
The nurse tending his biological sister was a bit reluctant to let him bring the guitar but did allow him— as long he didn't disturb the other patients.
Right, so no rock and roll. Stepping inside the room where Julia is, "Hey," he greets her, and she greets him with the same words and equally awkward smile. At least he's not the only one feeling weird about this. "I uh… brought my guitar." Tim speaks, showing the wooded guitar he uses when playing softer music an el-guitar can't really do. He takes a seat, placing his instrument on his lap. "Thought you might like to hear something."
"It surely would kill the boredom." Julia replies, inwardly hoping that Tim feels equally strange about all of this. It's still difficult to come to terms with that her youngest brother's soul is inside Bonnie the bunny— but hey, at least that robot does look a lot better now than when it did back when she had brought him to that French kid's birthday… the day he died… that nightmare day seems so long ago now.
To think she never expected to see him again, and here he is. In a robot shape of a young man; how he would look if he ever grew up.
Tim sits awkwardly for a moment, tapping lightly the wood his instrument is made out from, then he shifts slightly position. "Right." He muses to himself and begins to strum some random melody.
Julia watches him quietly, does makes a few observations about how he plays. He holds the guitar a bit wrongly, a clear sign he is self-taught. However, the melody shows that it's not a robot playing as computers aren't good at coming up with random themes, instead, mixing existing into something coherent.
Watching him play, Julia sees a scrawny young child, with several plasters on his face and arms, playing the same random melodies. She blinks, and a man with long hair sits there instead. Julia can't help but smile but can keep the tears in check. In her view, crying does not solve anything, so why do it? "You haven't changed." Julia voices, as she had for a moment been in doubt that is truly her baby brother.
He looks briefly up to her, the color of the eyes is different, but the gleam in them is the same. "Well, I sure hell hope I have." Tim voices before returning his gaze to the strings. "I was one hell of an attitude brat."
Julia laughs. Okay, she can admit that Tim had his issues, but, "You weren't that bad." she points out, the now-adult Tim gives her a 'are you kidding' look and retorts flatly: "Maybe not as human, but as a robot; I threw a goddarn tantrum every time things didn't go my way. Beat up the adults more times than I like to admit, and don't get me started on the stuff I destroyed. Hell, I thought it was funny to pick a fight with everyone— okay, I still do that, but that mutt deserves it."
She blinks at that last one. "Mutt?" and Tim replies with a shrug, "That's what I call Fo— I mean Daniel." Julia does not recall who that is of Tim's friend's group. "Which one is that again? The French kid?"
Tim snorts a laugh, "What? No, that's Sean." and can't help but laugh at Julia's way of remembering Daniel: "Oh, I guess it's then the kid that's like a squirrel on Redbull." That is a rather good description of the mutt. "Good one." He snickers and will use that when Foxy gets excited about something.
She can see that Tim has become more mature, though the 'bad boy' attitude is still there. Perhaps for the best, "Don't think it would've been fun if you were a man-child." She has dealt with that when it comes to her two other brothers, which wasn't amusing. Tim nods in agreement, which makes her wonder, "What about that girl? The one you hated?" Julia asks and does wonder if that hatred still is there or those two finally have made peace.
"What girl?" Tim asks; he can't recall having hated any girl. Well, asides from those brats that would stuff their half-eaten pizza in his servos back when they were visible.
"You know, the one that always hung out with you boys."
He needs a moment to comprehend that apparently young him hated her. Quite the irony. "Jenna? Why would I hate her?" Tim asks, sure she can be infuriating at times, but so can he, so they are even in that department.
"You said she kept beating you up."
"Well, someone had to keep me in check." He points out, and Tim muses to himself that he much rather want her to beat him up than Sean. The boss bear can pack a mean punch. But back to the topic, he grins cheekily to his sister. "But I know she likes bad boys."
This catches Julia's attention, "Wait, you two are together?" he nods, well that's unexpected, more so when they don't have a real body anymore. "How's that possible? I mean, you don't exactly have the body parts for—"
"Hey, that's private!" Tim snaps, flustered about the sudden turn of subject. He is not afraid to show he has a thing for Jenna anymore, but he REALLY does not want to talk about their love life. Now annoyed where this went, "so drop it." Julia lifts her still function hand, a sign she is dropping this subject. He resumes playing some random notes on his guitar until he starts playing the melodies of songs he likes to play.
A moment of silence between them, the only sound is the melody Tim is playing. The silence does break at Julia's bit more careful question. "So, how are you doing?" He eyes her, and she elaborate, "Life— uh, existing been good?"
He smirks at Julia's uncertainty in how to describe this way of living. "It's been good. We are dealing with a few hurdles but nothing we can't handle."
"Something you want to talk about?"
Tim shakes his head, "I don't think that's a good idea in these settings." never know which of the unseen spirits might rat them out to those bastard black ones. Besides, "It's a lot more complicated than what you see here." he stops playing to gesture at himself before resuming the music.
Will admit; "It needs some getting used to," but Julia has no wish to pretend that her youngest brother isn't here, not alive, but at the very least she can talk to him. "but I want to be part of your life again." Adding quickly, "As long we don't talk about the first meeting."
"Agree— on me uh…" He waves vaguely at her broken shoulder, "doing that." but he would like to get to know his biological sister better. She seems nice, and although Tim is wary to know about his past, he would like to connect more with it. "But yeah, I would like to know more about you. But uh, it might trigger my human memories and that might… uh…" he scratches the back of his neck, Tim does not like it, but he feels Julia needs to know. "Trigger some aggressive behavior… you know, reliving my death and all."
Julia nods slowly, "Guess it's a risk we both have to take" after all, it's not like her life has been without its dangers, only this time there is some positive outcome. Tim nods in agreement, having a look in his eyes she hasn't seen before, but Julia kinda likes this new protective side he's showing. Yeah, she thinks she can get used to the man her little brother has become.
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Out in a large garden shopping center, Mike is searching for the wood that was part of this ghost repelling dust, but as he got no idea how it looks, he is pretty much looking at every tree they got. Scott came with a good example that they should plant a few young of these trees inside their small private forest. It would give them a more permanent stock of the wood. Mike agrees, but with the prizes these kinda small trees come with, well, it looks like they have to get one at the time. Still hasn't found the tree he's looking for, though…
"Mike?" He turns away from the small collection of trees. He checks behind and most likely as surprised to see Anna here, for once out of her waitress uniform. She is walking in different shades of blue shirt with a dark grey-blue jacket hanging over. Anna's usual is sat up hair now hangs loosely behind her. It gives her a very… relaxed appearance in Mike's opinion. Anna steps over to him, a light smile of surprise on her lips. "I didn't know you were into plants."
"I'm not." He admits, being one of those guys who wouldn't even know what type of flower a girl wants. "I'm just here to buy a few trees to Freddy's." He explains, nodding towards the young trees behind him.
Anna look of surprise disappears in an instant, "Of course," she lightly rolls her eyes, Mike blinks in confusion about what she meant by that, but Anna does not go further into that subject. Instead, she asks him; "What kind of tree are you looking for?"
He rechecks the paper, "Uh, a rowan tree."
A quick look, she voices to him, "Not a single one." much to Mike's disappointment. Anna hums to herself and then suggests, "I may know someone who has this kind of tree. If you like, I can speak with her."
"I would, thanks." He replies, hoping this other person has this tree. And since it's clearly Anna here knows more about plants than he does. "Do you happen to know if this place got," He checks the list again. "the digitalis?"
"Oh yes, though most call this flower the foxglove." Anna guides him over to a table where several pots of this flower is. Mike simply grabs a few of those nearest, not even going to check which looks healthiest. She seems a bit amused by it. "Any other flowers the boss wants to his private garden?" She asks in a teasing tone, but Mike guess it's the same reason Jeremey does: he spends too much time at Freddy's.
Mike shakes his head, glad the rest of the ingredients are much easier to get their hands on. "No, only these flowers and the tree."
She nods and for a moment, he thought he and the others would have to wait for news about the tree, but Anna calls up her friend and while they leave the store: "Yeah, a co-worker of mine is looking for that kind of tree. Sure. Uh, that I don't know, but I guess he got enough; it's for the boss of my workplace. Okay, see you." Anna hangs up and turns to him with a smile. "Good news, my friend got two of the rowan trees she wants to sell to you— if you got the money for them."
No idea, but as long he returns with a single one, then he's happy. "Maybe, where does your friend live?"
"I'll show you." They both claim their vehicles, his is a truck they loaned for this tree, and Anna, in her smaller car, guides him to a large forest area. By how the trees are planted in straight lines, Mike presumes this is some sort of tree farm. At the house on this forest farm, they met another woman. She reminds Mike a bit about Chica, except this woman got black hair.
A bit of talking about money and the woman guide them over to the trees. She stops before a decent-sized tree, quite bigger than those in the plant shopping center. "For what you got, I can give you this one. It's still young, so got some growing to do."
"I take it." Mike replies, even though this tree is young, it is big enough for him and the others to take a few of its branches and make the protective dust out from it. The woman nods, and after signing some papers and exchanging money. She tells him that she has a reliable company that can move the tree to Freddy's without harming it.
So when Mike leaves, he calls Freddy that all of the animatronics have to be in their human shape on the date the tree arrives.
He says this shopping certainly bore fruit, and maybe in a month or so, he can start living in his new place.
Not sure if all deals with the issue of the family asking embarrassing questions when it comes to one's romantic life. I would not know, as all they can ask me is: do you have a boyfriend yet?
my sisters on the other hand... yeah, it can be pretty annoying sometimes.
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