A/N: Well, the Schmidt family certain enjoyed their vacation to New York City, didn't they? It's a good thing they did…because the fun and games are about to end. They might have been able to forget it in the last weeks of the new year, but there's still trouble brewing. The glitchy rabbit ghost of a serial killer and his obedient slave are the most obvious sources, but they're not the only ones…
But one thing I want to address before I move on to the chapter:
Tims7265: As much as I appreciate your reviews and your suggestions, I don't think I'll be implementing them into this fic. If I did, it would only serve to derail the plotline that I have planned, and it wouldn't logically make sense for either Fazbear Entertainment or Mike do what you're suggesting. Sorry, but it just doesn't fit in with the overall cohesion of the story.
Chapter 156 – The Fun is Over
When the Schmidt family finally managed to get back home, they were largely in good spirits. The trip to New York City had been some of the most fun they'd had in a very long time, especially when they'd managed to celebrate both Christmas AND New Year's together. Seeing the apple fall onto Times Square and kick off the New Year was an experience that many other people could only dream of experiencing, a rare opportunity that they would likely never witness in person ever again unless they waited a whole year just to go to New York a second time.
"This was an awesome trip, dad!" Susie exclaimed as they got out of Lyft car, having finally arrived at their home at long last. "I can't even describe how much fun I had!"
"I think that was our longest vacation since Korea!" Gabe added happily. "There's really so much of the world we get to see when we get out of the house!"
"Yeah, it's great to get these trips out of the house when I can," Mike agreed. He yawned, taking a look at the night sky. "Man, that plane flight took forever. I know I spent most of that plane flight napping but I feel like I'm going to collapse on my bed and go out like a light."
"Is jetlag really that much of a pain in the ass?" Fritz wondered.
"Yes," Mike immediately answered in a deadpan tone. "I was pretty much a dead man walking the day after we came back from Korea. Not a fun time."
"I actually remember that," Charlie commented with a giggle. "I don't think you didn't get up earlier than 10 for an entire week."
"Heh, that reminds me, I should set up my alarm clock on my phone. I've had it off ever since we took off from the New York airport," Mike remarked as he took out his cell phone and turned it on. The moment the screen flashed on, he blinked. "Oh, huh!" he commented. "That's interesting."
"What is it, dad?" Liz asked.
"I think Melody tried to call me while we were on the flight," Mike explained, showing his phone screen to the ghost kids. There was a number on the screen signifying a missed call…Melody's number specifically. "She might have left a voicemail too, come to think of it."
Mike unlocked his phone to look more carefully, and sure enough, his old friend from Eisensteel had indeed left a voice message. "I wonder what this is all about," he mused. "Melody usually doesn't leave messages on the phone, she usually waits until later to try and call again."
He opened up the message and lifted the phone up to his ear. At first, his expression didn't change from its mild curiosity. Then, the ghost kids watched with increasing alarm as his expression shifted to shock, and then worried concern.
"Uh...Dad…?" Susie nervously looked at her dad.
"Listen to this," he muttered, holding out his phone for the rest of his family to listen to the message on Speaker.
"Hey, Mike? It's Melody," her voice flowed out of the phone. The ghosts immediately picked on the nervous tone of her voice, almost as though she were…afraid…of something. "I know you're enjoying yourself in New York, but call me when you back. Something big's come up, and I really need to talk to you as soon as possible. Call me back as soon as you can."
"Did something bad happen to Eisensteel?" Jeremy asked, worried. "Like how your old company blew up back before we went to Korea?"
"I don't think so," Charlie shook her head. "I feel like Melody would either be outright panicking or crying if that was the case."
"You should figure out what's going on, Dad," Gabe advised, a serious expression on his face.
"You can count on that," Mike muttered. He opened up Melody's number and pressed it, bringing the phone up to his ear. "Melody?" he asked.
"Oh, Mike!" his friend sounded visibly relieved to hear him on the phone. "Thank God you picked up!"
"Are you all right?" Mike asked her. "You sounded like you were in some trouble over the phone."
"I'm not the one in trouble, technically, but…something's come up lately," Melody explained with the same nervous tone she'd had in her voice before. "Something that gives me a really bad feeling."
"What do you mean?" Mike wondered.
"…I don't think it'd be a good idea for me to talk about it over the phone," Melody replied after several seconds of hesitation. "I think I should tell you about this in person. And the sooner I can talk to you about this, the better. I know you just came back from your vacation and I'm really sorry about this, but do you think I could come over to your house tomorrow? I wouldn't be bothering you about this unless it was really important." It was disturbing to the ghost kids to hear her almost begging for her request to be granted.
"Melody, you don't need to apologize to me for anything," Mike gently reassured her. "If you need to talk to me for something serious, I'll make the time to listen to what you have to say. Tomorrow afternoon work for you?"
"Yeah," the woman breathed a palpable sigh of relief. "Thanks so much, Mike. I'll see you tomorrow," she promised, and then she hung up the phone.
"Melody sounds really nervous," Cassidy murmured. "Hell, I'd even say she sounded scared. Is she okay?"
"I want to see her tomorrow too," Susie agreed. "Just to make sure that she's not in any danger or anything terrible like that."
"Well, it's probably not emergent like Eisensteel's accident was, otherwise she'd have already driven over here instead of wasting time calling me," Mike analyzed. "But yeah, I definitely want to talk to her sooner rather than later." He sighed. "Whatever it is, there's no use worrying about it now when we can't do anything about it. Just go to bed early, and tomorrow we'll be more ready to deal with whatever bullshit comes our way."
"Roger that!" Gabe replied, as the ghosts flew up towards the second floor of their house and into their rooms. It was only after they had done so did Mike realize that he was still outside of the house, just standing there in front of his car like an idiot.
"God, I fucking hate jetlag," he mumbled as he finally started walking towards his house's front door. "At least I didn't forget to leave the fucking gate shut."
The Next Day…
Despite his exhaustion from his plane trip, Mike did not have a good night's sleep. On the contrary, his night was filled with tossing and turning, along with the oh-so-frequent awakenings that sometimes took almost as long as 30 minutes to finally go back to sleep. When he finally woke up for real the next morning, it was already 11 AM, and the man was not in either a good mood or the right state of mind to confront the day.
"Son of a bitch," he muttered as he forced himself out of his bed. "Barely a minute awake and I already know for sure that today's going to suck ass."
"Don't be like that, Dad," Charlie tried to assure him, although even her tone didn't seem particularly optimistic about the rest of the day. She held up a steaming mug with her powers. "At least I made a coffee for you?"
Mike grabbed the cup, and drank the coffee down in one go. "Thanks, Charlie," he mumbled as his oldest daughter floated out of the room. He quickly got dressed and made his way into his study, shutting the door behind him. Once he had reached his desk, he opened up his laptop and immediately started searching for any news related to Fazbear Entertainment, wondering if there were any groundbreaking changes that needed to be addressed immediately.
The man wasn't sure whether he was relieved or disappointed to discover that there wasn't any major news regarding Fazbear Entertainment online. The only thing he could find where the many debate threads on the forums between supporters and critics of Fazbear Entertainment continued to argue weeks after his children had fanned the flames. Thankfully, the critics and opponents of Fazbear Entertainment outnumbered the supporters by a considerable but not overwhelming majority, with a smaller but healthy minority either arguing on behalf of the controversial company or at the very least cautiously willing to give them a chance. Which was the exact pattern that Mike and his kids had been hoping for. "At least something is still going right today," he muttered under his breath.
"Hey, dad?" Mike's thoughts were interrupted as Susie's head poked up through the floor of his study. "Do you know when Melody's going to come by today?"
The man sighed. In retrospect, he probably should have arranged a specific time for Melody and him to have their meeting. Still, it likely didn't matter in the long run, as Mike had all day free today to otherwise recover from his jetlag and could meet Melody whenever she chose to appear. "I don't," he admitted. "You can do whatever you want for today. Just keep an eye out for when Melody shows up."
"Got it, I'll tell the others," the former Chica inhabitant assured him, before her head sunk back down into the floorboards and out of sight. Mike sighed and started getting some of the housework done that had been forced onto the backburner because of the trip to New York. Though it seemed like minutes passed, when he next looked up at the clock it was already 2 PM, so distracted by his work and his thoughts that he had completely missed multiple hours and the fact that he had not yet eaten dinner.
"Oh wow," Mike whistled. "Time really does fly…"
He didn't have time to think another word as the doorbell to his house suddenly rang. Seconds later, another ghost's head popped up through the floor, this one being Cassidy's. "Melody's here!" she announced.
"Yep, tell her I'm on my way," Mike immediately replied, getting to his feet. Cassidy's head poked down into the floor and vanished, and her father made her way down the stairs and to the front entrance as fast as he could. When he opened the door, Melody was standing on the porch. Mike immediately noticed how her old friend looked nervous and stressed out, but not outright terrified or panicked. That was a good start, but it didn't make himself feel any more relaxed about the whole situation.
"Thanks for taking the time to talk to me," Melody began with preamble. She quickly walked into the house, Mike closing the door behind her. The ghost kids were all waiting in the dining room, having gathered there to meet up with their adult friend for the first time in a long while. "Sorry for bothering you so early after you just came back."
"Not a problem," Mike replied as he led her into the dining hall. "I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess that you didn't come over here just to hang out?"
Melody shook her head. "I wish," she muttered. "But I've actually got something really important to talk to you about."
"What's wrong, Melody?" Charlie asked worriedly. "Did something bad happen at work?"
"Eisensteel didn't blow up again, did it?" Fritz added.
"No, it's not something that's affecting me personally or anything like that," Melody denied.
"Then what's making you so nervous and jittery like this?" Jeremy wondered. "You're not usually this stressed out."
Melody sighed. "I think it'd be best if I just say it," she decided. "I was at work a few days ago when Mr. Santor invited me into a business meeting."
"They invite you to those?" Gabe interrupted with a raised eyebrow. "Aren't you just an engineer?"
"I am," Melody explained, "but I'm the Chief Engineer after Mike retired, and I have enough authority that the board lets me come to business meetings and even board meetings sometimes so I can give my opinion, although I don't actually make any decisions for the company myself.
"I see," the former Freddy inhabitant mused.
"Anyways," Melody continued her story, "when I got to the meeting, there was a representative from another company there." She looked over towards Mike. "Remember when we were back in Korea, and you were telling me all about Fazbear Entertainment and how shitty their business practices were?"
Everyone's eyes widened as Melody mentioned the name, and the implications hit them a second later. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck," Fritz groaned.
"Please don't tell me…" Liz mumbled, just as agitated as her brother.
"Yeah," Melody confirmed grimly. "Fazbear Entertainment wanted to get into a business deal with Eisensteel. With much how shit you talked about them in the past, Mike, I was on high alert the moment I learned where they were from."
"For good reason…" Gabe muttered under his breath.
"What did they want?" Mike asked, cutting to the chase.
His friend shook her head. "Unfortunately, they didn't go into too much detail with what they were planning," she replied apologetically. "All I know for sure is that they're looking to mass-produce animatronics, and they were looking for electronics companies to produce those animatronics."
"Wait, really?" Cassidy asked incredulously. "When you say animatronics, you mean the ones from Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria?"
"I don't really know," Melody admitted. "They didn't provide any pictures or blueprints, at least not while I was there. All I heard was that they were trying to recreate the world of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria and bring it to a new generation," she spoke the words with accompanying air quotes, "and that they need to mass-produce animatronics to do it."
"That's really vague," Liz commented with a sour expression on her face. "Really vague, and really suspicious. Even if we didn't know what we did about Fazbear Entertainment, shouldn't this all sound really suspicious to you and Eisensteel?"
"Believe me, Eisensteel wanted more details before making agreements," Melody assured them, although she scowled soon after. "Unfortunately, the Fazbear Entertainment representative there didn't want someone who was just an engineer there. They insisted on sharing their plans with the board of directors, and ONLY the board of directors. So I basically got kicked out."
"Dammit!" Fritz groaned. "You couldn't have tried to eavesdrop on them or something?"
"That's not how the real world works," Mike interrupted gently but firmly. "I know you guys can get away with eavesdropping and spying on other people because you're ghosts, but living humans can't work like that for many reasons."
"If I tried to spy on that meeting and I got caught, things would turn out really, REALLY badly for me," Melody added. "If I got caught, I could get fired from my job. I could even damage the reputation of the company, or get it sued by Fazbear Entertainment for violating privacy. It was far too risky for me to even consider doing."
Liz shuddered and shook her head. "Definitely not worth it," she mumbled.
"So what happened?" Charlie asked solemnly. "Did Eisensteel accept the deal?"
Melody shook her head. "Not right away," she replied. "Our board is thinking about the offer right now. We're probably going to give our answer in a few days."
"Is there going to be another meeting between Fazbear Entertainment and Eisensteel before then?" Mike questioned.
"I don't think so," Melody reluctantly admitted.
"Fucking hell," he growled under his breath.
Gabe didn't look any more pleased to hear this than his father was. "I REALLY hoped Fazbear Entertainment would have another meeting," he vocalized what his father was undoubtedly thinking. "That way one of us could have come with you to work to spy on them and learn more about what they're planning. But it sounds like we don't have the time to do that."
Melody looked over at Mike unhappily. "Just from my first meeting with them, they seemed really sketchy," she commented, before sighing. "Do you have any advice for me?"
"Yeah," he replied curtly. "Refuse them. Talk to Santor or whoever will listen to you, and make absolutely damn sure that they don't take that deal."
"You REALLY don't want Eisensteel to get wrapped up with Fazbear Entertainment," Jeremy warned. "Trust me on this, Melody."
"There's literally years, if not DECADES, of scandals and fucked up shit that Fazbear Entertainment's gotten wrapped up in," Susie added insistently. "The Bites of 83 and 87, our murders, all of the night guards who got killed because of their AWFUL business practices…Fazbear Entertainment is, without a doubt, the WORST kind of company that you want to work with."
"They're so fucking incompetent it's not even funny!" Cassidy complained. "They've screwed up literally every restaurant they've ever opened! I can't think of even ONE thing that they've managed to do right!"
"Playing Devil's Advocate here, but this version of Fazbear Entertainment is different than the one that used to exist," Melody pointed out, "and they're going to say that to us if we try to refuse them. How should I argue against that?"
Fritz smirked. "That old version of Fazbear Entertainment isn't the only one with scandals," he replied.
"Even this version has got its own problems," Liz agreed. Melody watched as she opened her laptop and began looking through the web. A few seconds later, she turned the laptop around, showing Melody a news article that described the scandals surrounding the VR game. Most damningly, it described how the present version of Fazbear Entertainment had attempted to cover up its past version's mistakes and dismiss the entire tragedy as a fantasy, only for their attempted cover-up to blow up in their faces with hard evidence that those tragedies were real.
"Holy shit," Melody breathed. "I didn't realize it was THAT bad."
"And people are STILL arguing about it!" Gabe added proudly. He reached over to Liz's laptop and opened up several webpages about Fazbear Entertainment. One quick look was all it took for Melody to realize that it was all online forums and discussion threads about Fazbear Entertainment…and that the opponents and critics significantly outweighed the supporters. "If you think that Fazbear Entertainment's reputation is in a good place right now, you're VERY wrong."
"…Why do I feel like you guys have something to do with it?" Melody asked dryly. All she got in response were self-satisfied and knowing smirks, which pretty told her everything she needed to know right then and there.
"The point is, there's a LOT of hard evidence out there to show why joining with Fazbear Entertainment or even making an agreement with them is a REALLY bad idea," Charlie concluded, the normally humble and down-to-earth ghost girl looking surprisingly smug. "All you have to do is gather it together, show it to the board members of your company, and they'll shoot down Fazbear Entertainment's deal in no time at all unless they're completely insane."
"Yeah," Melody nodded in agreement. "If I have hard evidence to show to my bosses, they'll be a lot more likely to take me seriously. They already respect me somewhat as a chief engineer, but that only goes so far when it comes to the world of business. This might give me the edge to convince them."
"If you really need an edge in convincing them, tell them you came to me for advice and that I told you the same thing," Mike supplied, before adding a warning, "but don't tell Fazbear Entertainment that you came to someone else for advice, especially me."
Melody raised an eyebrow. "I won't, but what are you so worried about, Mike?"
"Let's just say that we're already on a rocky relationship to begin with, and the less that they know about me and my existence, the better," Mike replied a bit cryptically.
"I wasn't going to anyway, but sure," Melody acquiesced.
Mike nodded in acknowledgment. "I love Eisensteel," he proclaimed. "I worked there for years and I had a great time." His eyes hardened and a dangerous tone entered his voice. "I refuse to let Fazbear Entertainment's many stupidities and fuck-ups ruin it."
"I won't let that happen either," his friend agreed with a firm voice. She got up from her chair, her posture and expression a lot more confident and purposeful than it had been before their conversation. "Thanks for giving me this advice, Mike. It'll help me a lot with talking with the board going forward." She glanced over at the other kids, who looked noticeably encouraged by how she had found her own confidence. "You guys have put a lot of work into researching Fazbear Entertainment, haven't you?"
"There was a lot of messed up crap going on in the past, some of which was caused by us, but Fazbear Entertainment just let all of it happen without doing a goddamn thing!" Jeremy retorted. "No way we're going to let them get away with it this time!"
"Yeah!" Susie agreed furiously. "Don't let them get what they want, Melody!"
"I can't control what the board does, but I'll do my best," Melody promised. "With what you've showed me, I think they'll me seriously at the very least."
"Can one of us come with you to that meeting?" Gabe asked. "We might be able to learn more about what Fazbear Entertainment are trying to do."
"Sure, just make sure you stay invisible," Melody cautioned, before smirking. "If the building we're working on gets closed because of hauntings, I'm calling the Ghostbusters."
Everyone shared a laugh at that. "We just saw the Ghostbusters at Madame Tussaud's," Cassidy commented with a grin. "That was some fun times."
"Oh, really? What did you guys do over at New York?" Melody wondered.
"We did so much over there!" Susie exclaimed happily. "We stayed at this really cool hotel that had a huge underground shopping center with a lot of amazing desserts, and then…"
The Next Day…
"Mr. Santor?" Melody approached her boss, carrying a file in tow. "Can I speak to you for a moment? In private?"
"Absolutely, Melody, come into my office," Mr. Santor invited. The two of them walked inside the office, and the man closed the door behind him. "If you're concerned about your performance, your work is as excellent as always."
"Thank you, Mr. Santor, but that's not why I'm here," Melody replied. "I'm here about that business proposition we received from Fazbear Entertainment a few days ago."
"I see," Mr. Santor stroked his chin thoughtfully. "The board is still discussing how we should respond to that proposition. What are your thoughts on it?"
"Respectfully, Mr. Santor, I really don't think that partnering with Fazbear Entertainment is a good idea," Melody answered. "I think that their company has a reputation that's a lot more controversial and questionable than what they were presenting themselves, and I think that partnering ourselves with them can come back to bite Eisensteel in a big way."
"Do you have any evidence to support your statement?" Mr. Santor questioned. "I trust you, Melody, but the board will need more than just your good standing to believe what you say."
Melody smiled. "Fortunately, I have all the proof I need," she replied, lowering the folder she was carrying onto the desk. "I did some research online, and I found that Fazbear Entertainment is positively full of scandals, both in its past and its present versions. This folder has all the information I've found, which told me all I needed to know about the quality and character of Fazbear Entertainment."
Mr. Santor started reading the files, frowning as he did so. As he read through more and more of the file, the frown kept deepening, and a look of consternation appeared on his face. "Yes, I can see why you were so concerned," Melody's boss murmured. "Fazbear Entertainment attempted to present themselves as a respectable and promising company. The evidence that you have presented to me proves that they are anything but." He closed the folder and looked up at Melody. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Melody. The board of directors will most certainly want to learn about this."
Melody smiled. "Thanks, Mr. Santor," she replied. "I had a bad feeling about Fazbear Entertainment when I first met them, and I'm glad to know that I wasn't just being paranoid."
Mr. Santor nodded. "I'll take it from here. You can go," he dismissed her. Melody got up and was about to leave, when a thought suddenly occurred to him. "By the way, how is Mike?" he asked. "I don't believe I've heard from him since that one trip of ours that he joined us for the sake of the good old days. Is he doing all right?"
The smile widened. "He's doing just fine, Mr. Santor. The retired life is suiting him pretty well."
A Few Days Later…
The board of directors sat in their meeting room, discussing and whispering indistinctly amongst themselves. They had spent the last few days debating over Fazbear Entertainment's proposition, and now they unanimously had their answer. "Bring the representative from Fazbear Entertainment in, Joanne!" one of them called out.
The secretary opened the door to the meeting room, allowing a thin, wiry man wearing a suit to enter. "Thank you very much," he replied in a smooth tone that was almost oily. "Have you given thought to our proposition?"
"We have," another director addressed him curtly. "Thank you for making your offer to us, but we have decided that we will not form a business partnership with Fazbear Entertainment at this time."
Whatever traces of a smile on the Fazbear Entertainment representative's face disappeared entirely. "I beg your pardon?" he asked.
"We've decided to reject your proposal," the director reiterated. "As I have just said, we do not feel that a business partnership is in the best interests of Eisensteel."
The representative was scowling now. "And may I ask why you chose to reject our offer?" he pressed, clearly struggling to keep his voice polite.
"We have several concerns about Fazbear Entertainment as a company," a different director explained. "The primary of which being…" the director's expression suddenly turned thunderous, "…that you were trying to play us for fools."
The Fazbear representative paled. "I…I don't know what you…" he spluttered.
"You presented Fazbear Entertainment as a company with a spotless reputation and a rising star, when that couldn't be further from the truth," the Eisensteel director ruthlessly interrupted him. "We even specifically gave you the opportunity to inform us if there were any circumstances or concerns that we should be aware of, and you refused to do so." He took the folder that was on the table and tossed it in front of the Fazbear representative, letting him get a good look at all the contents within. All the scandals and horrible press that Fazbear Entertainment had received in the past and present.
"I…I can explain…!" the representative tried to protest. It was a feeble attempt, and they all knew it.
"The controversial reputation of your company by itself might not have deterred us from a business partnership," Mr. Santor picked up where his fellow director left off. His voice wasn't as outwardly angry, but it was filled with cold steel and little sympathy. "The fact that you tried to cover this up, and then lied about it in front of our faces? That is behavior that we will neither accept nor tolerate from a prospective business partner."
"Tell your board of directors that this decision is final," the first director declared. "We have no interest in forming a partnership with a company with a tainted reputation, one that it fully deserves given the disgraceful conduct we have witnessed ourselves."
"How very disappointing," the Fazbear Entertainment representative resisted the urge to spit out the words as he stood up. "Very well. I will say one last time that you are missing out on a valuable and unique opportunity that has never been witnessed before by the world."
Mr. Santor scoffed. "I don't know what you need hundreds of animatronics produced for, since you don't have any establishments like Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria previously open, and I don't particularly care," he retorted. "We're finished here."
"…fine," the representative growled. "I'll see myself out." The man turned around and left the room, not even bothering to wait for Joanne to open the door for him. As the representative departed, the board of directors began to mutter amongst themselves again, this time with a general sense of disapproval and self-congratulations for making the decision in declining Fazbear Entertainment's proposal.
Invisible to all, Gabe watched as the Eisensteel board of directors discussed amongst themselves, feeling somewhat conflicted. On the one hand, the evidence that Mike had given to his former company's bosses through Melody had been more than enough to dissuade Eisensteel from forming a partnership with Fazbear Entertainment, which was certainly an accomplishment worth celebrating given just how shady and corrupt the company was. On the other hand, they still hadn't gotten any real information on just what Fazbear Entertainment was planning, as the representative had ragequit and left without providing any more details.
…no, that wasn't quite true. There was a clue. Something Mr. Santor had said near the end.
"I don't know what you need hundreds of animatronics produced for, since you don't have any establishments like Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria previously open, and I don't particular care," the words echoed in the former Freddy inhabitant's head.
Hundreds of animatronics made…without a restaurant to place them in. It made no sense, and he didn't like it.
"Why do I have a bad feeling about this…" he murmured to himself.
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A/N: Gabe might not know what's going on, but we certainly do. Special Delivery will soon be upon us. Anybody who is up to date with current Five Nights at Freddy's lore will know just exactly what Fazbear Entertainment is planning, offering a business proposition to a robotics company for "hundreds of animatronics." Unfortunately for them, Eisensteel is more competent than they are, and the moment they realized just how fucked up Fazbear Entertainment was, they shot their proposal down ASAP.
This may seem like a major victory for the Schmidt family, and it is. Thanks to their efforts, Eisensteel was saved from Fazbear Entertainment's machinations. But in this case, as in so many others, fate cannot be averted, only delayed. And the Schmidt family made a mistake this chapter…can you readers figure out what it was before I reveal the nature of that mistake to you all?
Anyways, I think this is a good place to spot. Been a while since we've touched on FNAF-related stuff, but now's as good a time to get back to it as any. Please let me know what you think, and I hope you guys enjoyed!
