I Don't Own Fnaf
For the second time in as many days Mike woke up with a puppet staring over him. He just blinked up at the sight of the sight of Marionette with their standard smile and empty eyes looking down at him, before saying the first thing that came to his mind.
"I think I had a nightmare that started like this, if you start speaking in tongues or my old history teacher shows up then I am going to be very upset" They just let out a soft chime of amusement before their face shifted into a frown, which was still weird to watch, just in time for Mike to hear a faint knocking somewhere in the front of the house... What the...? "Someone's here?"
He barely waited to get a nod from the animatronic before pulling himself to his feet, half stumbling to the front door. No one exactly knew he lived here yet, and Mike would have liked to keep it that way for as long as possible.
So who the hell was knocking on his door?
He slowed down just enough on the way out of his room to grab onto a bat he used to use when he was on the baseball team in middle school, it wasn't exactly made for a grown man to swing, but it was still a big thing of metal made to pack a punch. Just in case. Turning around at the sound of a disconcerted chime, he saw the puppet giving him quite the look. A raised brow on a face made of pure white, without an eyebrow was just kind of weird looking.
Mike just shrugged as he walked out of the room backwards.
"What? I got attacked three days ago alright, I'm being careful" They just looked at themself, Mike just rolled his eyes, calling out as he left the room "I can handle myself, I don't need a puppet protector"
Heading quickly to the door, Mike took a quick breath, moved to hide his bat arm behind the door, grabbed the handle and swung it open.
A... woman was on the other side, the fact it wasn't a shovel already was making him relax a bit, as he managed to pull a smile on his face to match the woman's own as she quickly gave a smile and said with a cheerful voice.
"Hello! It's so nice to meet you, I'm Carol! I saw that the for sale sign was gone and there was car in the lot and figured someone must have finally moved into this place, it's been open for years now you know, it's such a nice place I always wondered why it stayed for sale for so long! Glad to see someone finally moving in" Mike blinked at the cheery tone while staring at her.
She was an older woman probably later forties or maybe mid-fifties, blonde hair that was beginning to lose it's color, and a warmth expression seemingly built into her face. he didn't recognize her, she must have moved in herself over the last ten or so years, especially if she didn't recognize him in turn. But something she had said made him pause.
The for sale sign was missing? Turning his head, he... noticed she was right, where it had been posted, there was no longer anything there, Mike hadn't been the one to move it. He was more than content to let people think the place was still abandoned, mostly for something involving this exact situation. All the same, he quickly managed to pull on a slightly more forced smile and said with a warm tone.
"Oh, well thank you, it's still a new thing, the place is kind of a mess but it's lovely all the same, so one thing at a time am I right?" She laughed with him, Mike mostly wanted to slam the door on her face, but he wasn't willing just yet to alienate his neighbors. Unfortunately before he could come up with some excuse about why he didn't want to talk to her anymore, the woman finally seemed to... notice the state Mike was in.
By that the fact that most of his throat was a dark blue bruise and his right hand, the one that was visible, was in a cast. Mike held back his grimace as her eyes went wide, even going so far as it raise a hand to her mouth in shock.
"Oh my! You poor thing, what happened?" Well... It was better than her immediately assuming he was a thug or something, that was usually people's first guess.
"Oh, you know, things. It's kind of embarrassing, I just got back from the hospital last night" She nodded.
"Well bless your heart, you get better, I can't imagine trying to move with one hand my goodness! Well, at least you have some help huh? Mari? Must be a sweet girl" What? Before Mike could have a panic attack, his eyes managed to see something off with his cast as he lifted it up and noticed for the first time after waking up the large white letters spilling out 'MARI' in large bold font over the black wrappings of the cast... Oh that little...
Mike managed to keep his smile and said.
"Roommates you know? They love messing with you, I hadn't even noticed" Mike was going to have to get back at Marionette for that... Something Carol said caught his attention though, was 'Mari' a girl? Or a guy? Mike kind of just thought them as genderless cause, well, they were a robot, but then again so was his brother and Foxy and Mike called them both guys... Was Foxy a guy? The animatronic never said anything about it... He was giving himself a headache.
"Well don't be to hard on her, I think's it's cute" She gave a wink to Mike who just did his best to not look as uncomfortable as he felt at just about everything that insinuated.
"Cute is one word for it" She gave a laugh, Mike decided to not mention the other word he had in mind, and instead suddenly cleared his throat before saying, "I don't mean to run you off but I need to get the day going, have a lot to do you know?" She gave him a small empathic smile before nodding.
"I get it, if you ever want to get some information on the neighbor, I live just down the street, the one with the red roof my husband swore would look good, you know, the one that looks more pink now?" Mike managed a nod, he knew that place, it was pretty noticed for the reason she had mentioned. He remembered the couple that lived there when he was a kid, they were two elderly people, apparently they weren't living there anymore.
Mike decided to not think to hard as to why and instead gave out a half hearted agreement to do just that if he needed to, before quickly closing the door before she could drag out the goodbye longer than necessary, the lady seemed the type.
He just sighed, before looking down at the bat still in his off hand, feeling a bit stupid about it now. It didn't help that the sound of laughter in the form of chimes rang out behind him, as Mike glanced back at the puppet who looked way too amused for their own good. He just raised the bat up and pointed it at the animatronic before saying in a dry tone.
"Careful, I might be single armed, but I'm definitely still dangerous, I could snap at any moment" They just waved him off, and Mike had a feeling they weren't taking him all that serious, given his... lackluster performance in their fight, they probably did think Mike couldn't handle himself. He chose to not be too insulted, instead just saying with the same continued dry tone, "Speaking of arms, I noticed I have a few more letters on one of them than I'm used to"
To show it off, he lifted the cast up while tossing the small bat onto the couch as he moved away from the door back into the open spaced living room. As he did so, looking over at the grandfather clock that was resting on the wall right before the start of the hallway to the first floor bedrooms, it showed it was well into the afternoon, no wonder the woman thought he was awake, he was getting way more sleep recently than he had in months. Maybe his body was taking the chance to finally play catch up.
Marionette's chiming amusement brought him back to the moment as he gave the puppet a look at their clear joy at his annoyance over his cast. He never had anyone sign his casts before, well, anyone that weren't his siblings or close family friends much less a puppet of all things. Mike eventually just rolled his eyes, saying to the puppet.
"Right, well I guess I'll keep calling you Mari then, it'll be a good enough way to talk around you given I doubt anyone has Marionette on their birth certificates and I doubt even more that woman isn't going to start a rumor about the 'new neighbor and his roommate' god, this is already awful" The now shortened Mari didn't look all that bothered by Mike's annoyance still, instead just floating around the couch, grabbing the bat, and moving it back into Mike's old room before quickly returning.
Mike just waited, watching as the puppet floated around before quickly collecting... a nearly full trash bag, one that was different than the one he had been offered last night, that one was one of those massive black ones, this was just one of those white small ones you put under the kitchen sink in a bin. Mike raised an eyebrow before looking around and realizing there was a number of those big trash bags that were stacked against the wall connecting the kitchen to the living room.
Clearly the puppet had been busy, now that he was looking around, there was a fair bit of stuff that had been just laying around that was just gone. Mike hoped Marionette only moved them out of the way or put them up and not just trashed everything, but all the important stuff, like pictures, were still hanging or around, some even looked like hey had been dusted. Mike wasn't even sure there was a duster in the house, but he wasn't going to question it. Instead he just took the bag he was offered and mentioned to the puppet as he made his way into the kitchen to grab something from the very bare pantry to eat as his breakfast-
"I guess you've been up for a while? Sorry about sleeping in I guess" He really should have set an alarm, Mike hardly liked wasting the days away, especially when he had things to get done. The puppet waved him off for the most part but was still holding the bag out to him. Mike almost felt bad as he took it before sitting it back down, as he made the decision to start to play catch up with the puppet, since they deserved to be caught back up with everything that's been happening, given who knows how they were trapped away for, when-
A series of knocks came from the front door once more as both Mike and Marionette turned to look at it for just a moment before Mike said something completely different than what he intended to say.
"Five bucks that's Carol trying to give me a casserole so she can get more gossip" He was left with chimes as the puppet moved back into the kitchen so they wouldn't be as in potential view. Mike ignored the faint portion in the back of his mind that wondered just how much experience the animatronic had in avoiding the sight of unknowing humans, before simply walking back up to the door and opening it. Honestly expecting it to be Carol or perhaps another neighbor.
Instead what he got was an old white guy in a business suit. He didn't given get the chance to say something before the man spoke up.
"Michael J. Afton?" Mike frowned, immediately going on the defensive as he spoke in a slightly too sharp tone.
"Mind if I ask who's asking?" The man just gave him an annoyed frown, before holding up a briefcase.
"Your lawyer, James Ricket" 'James' held out a hand, only to retract it when Mike held up his own, showing off the cast for the third time since he woke up. while trying to remember if he was suppose to know this guy. Honestly he mostly remembered the man as 'Lawyer Guy' in his head, but he did know the man was older, and Ricket would be the right last name... And the man would know he lived here because this was the guy who got him the house in Mike's new name, heck the man was even the one who was currently working on getting said name legally changed so...
He was just being paranoid for nothing, the man was to old too actually do anything, and if Ricket was the one who attacked him, then the man's face wouldn't be nearly as... undamaged. Mike knew he got in a few solid punches on Purple Guy.
"Oh, right, nice to finally meet you in person, I'd ask if you want to come in, but frankly there is more light out here at the moment, power hasn't been turned back on" Not to mention Mike would rather not have Marionette play hide and seek, "So, what's with the impromptu to meeting?" The man gave Mike a look that showed he really didn't like him, but after a moment he just sighed.
"Probably because someone hasn't been answering their phone for the past several days. I live a whole city over you know? I had to drive all the way out here because someone doesn't know how to charge their phone!" The older man seemed more aggravated over the drive than anything, while Mike just winced, that... wasn't a good look was it? He kind of forgot about the phone thing to be honest.
"Ah, right, I got mugged a few days ago, it was a whole thing. My phone got stolen, hence the-" Mike gave a wave to his throat with his cast, the old man was kind of short, and Mike was kind of tall, so the man might honestly not have noticed, but if he did now, he certainly still didn't seem to care, instead letting out a huff before shaking his head.
"Damn ruffian, I don't want to know, I don't care. After all this is done, I want you to stay away from my grandson, you people are a horrible influence!" Mike decided to not mention the man's grandson sold weapons as a side hustle, and the only reason said grandson asked Ricket here for help was because the guy owed Mike something for nearly being busted for something Mike wanted nothing to do with, and instead said.
"Promise, anyways, what was important enough to drive down here?" Mike had a bad feeling about it, but the man just waved him off.
"Eh, nothing that big now that I have you here, the damn company finally caved, some co owner or something, Miller his name was I believe, said the fight wasn't worth it when they were already closing down their doors. Got the new about three days ago now, though the kick is, he said the damn robots you want were going to be scraped by the end of today if you didn't go to the court house and sign them over in that time. Four days was enough of a warning I figured but then you went and got beat so you better hurry your butt up if you want to keep those weird toys you're obsessed with"
To be honest, Mike mostly zoned out around the end of that, his eyes going wide before having to do his best to not punch something. Of course the second he had a moment to think another dead line was dropped on his head, damn it!
"Look, where do I need to go? Just the County court house? They got the paper work already?" Ricket just rolled his eyes before holding his brief case up again.
"No, I have it here, just simple transfer of ownership for the property, it'll give you any of the bots but some of the 'brands' are staying in that defunct company's hands. You won't be having a piece of that trash pie like the stockholders or owners. They might try later to get the bear itself back, because it's a mascot, could probably made a court case out of it or just sue it out of you, but for the time being sign the papers and the robots themselves are yours. The damn chicken took more effort than it was worth, had a whole cause about it and characters you shouldn't be allowed to have" Ricket had muttered that last part under his breath but Mike heard it anyways, he didn't think about it, instead nodding quickly.
"Right, well let's get going, I need this done today, I can't risk them being scrapped or shipped off anywhere. How long should this take?" The man snorted.
"With our luck? All day. Got to make sure the papers are filed within the next sixteen hours for it to count and paper pushers love to screw off honest and dishonest folk alike by not doing their damn jobs when their suppose to" Mike frowned... that was really bad, he had been just missing the right times to get in touch with Fritz and Jeremy for days now, but if what the man said was true, then this was his only chance...
"Fuck, right, give me ten minutes and then I'll be right behind you, I need to get some new clothes on and sort something out real quick" Ricket just huffed, looking less than impressed before half stomping back to his car and quickly driving off, Mike just ran a hand through his hair in aggravation before quickly moving back into the house... Only to pause for a moment as he closed the door behind him.
Something was wrong here, the timing was weird.
Mike just stood there for a moment before he was broken out of his thoughts as Marionette moved back into the room, giving him a curious if somewhat concerned glance, before glancing out towards one of the windows that had the blinds closed tight, in the direction the man's car had been in. It... felt nice in a weird way that the animatronic was concerned for him, but Mike had more important things to think about right now as he said.
"Hey, I'm dropping you off at where my brother is staying, I have some papers I need to sign some stuff to get some things in order, and I have a bad feeling about you staying in the house alone" The Marionette gave off a dangerous sounding dial like tone at that, as Mike glanced back, frowning at the reaction.
"I'm not passing you off to anyone, we can talk about what's going on, on the way, but I need to get moving if I want to keep some animatronics from the scrap heap" That got a reaction, a very loud static from the puppet's chest that very nearly hurt Mike's ears as he just moved around, heading into his bedroom to root around in his bag for a clean set of clothes, as he called out to the living room.
"But I have a plan, I just need to go up to the court house and get some things signed and then get them moved to where my brother is staying for the time being, it's the only place with the space for them... Well, besides this place, but they'd kill me in my sleep if I brought them home so it's just us, unless you plan on sticking around with your fellow animatronics"
Mike had found his spare clothes, stood up from the bag and turned around, only to nearly toss the clothes into the air in panic as Marionette was just there, standing in the door way, staring at him with sharp glowing eyes. Mike raised an eyebrow at the surprise, but wasn't all that worried, they hadn't tried anything since their fight, and that had been under some weird terms so he couldn't blame them for it, they were like Foxy, could be dangerous... but not really.
"Uh, mind giving me some privacy?" They just stayed there, staring, Mike just frowned.
"Look, I'll explain in the car with my theory, cause something weird is going on here, but I need to get changed and get some things ready. Look, if you're worried about my brother, then don't. I wouldn't be surprised if you know him. He went by Golden Freddy for a while" The faint static was replaced in an instant with pure unadulterated shock flickering over the puppet's face. It was almost funny.
"Yeah, him, I don't know about your relationship but this is important ok? And he's not some random human either. Just... I know we hardly know each other, I know you don't really have a reason to do anything I ask, but can you trust me on this? Please Mari? I just... I can't shake the thought something is wrong and I don't think the house is safe right now as I thought it was" Mike's head was swimming with to many puzzle pieces trying to connect to each other, he needed time to put them together.
Thankfully the puppet listened, floating out of the room without another sound as Mike took a deep breath, leaning against the dresser for a moment before shaking his head.
Mike had work to do, he could handle this, just... think things through, he had been collecting pieces to this puzzle for months now, especially within the last few days, he could do this.
The... The most important part of all of this was Mike was being played, that was clear, it was why he knew something was wrong, but he just had to play along with giving as much information up the line as he could. Marionette couldn't speak, but he had faith the puppet could figure something out. With that he finally took a moment to sort through his thoughts, made the best possible theory he could handle right, while changing his clothes, before bolting out into the living room, his hand reaching down by the door of the room on his way out to snag onto the baseball bat Marionette had put there.
The puppet only saw him for a moment before vanishing, hopefully to the car, as Mike moved to grab his keys before heading out to get to the car.
Getting into it, he only checked in the back for a moment to make sure Marionette was in there before getting into the driver's seat and peeling out of the drive way. They were barely on the road for half a minute before Mike was talking, they weren't at all far from the diner and Mike was already speeding.
"So, just to give you the low down, I... After some circumstances I found out my brother was inside one of the animatronic suits, Golden Fredbear, or Golden Freddy as he was eventually know by the night shift. He was in horrible condition and I couldn't just leave him like that, so I got a job at Freddy's, the most recent one, I don't know if you've ever been there, it's only been open for the last year and some months in change. Anyways, I went in to look for some information on his suit, one thing lead to another and I discovered about the rest of the gang, the main four, I heard there were others but... I didn't know in time. Anyways, I got two people helping me, we've been fixing them up and trying to get them aware, like you are, but Freddy is going out of business and are closing their doors, and if that happens... Well, I have no idea just where they would have been sent to so I looked for a way out, hence the paper work. There's some stuff there but that's the... first bits of important information, following me so far?"
Mike mostly took the break because his throat was already hurting again speaking so much, but the puppet still let out a soft chime, showing they were listening, before taking a deep breath before continuing.
"According to my brother, the Purple Guy, all of yours' killer, was going to show up somehow. I don't know how exactly, but I listened, I went to the Pizzeria, I did somethings, opened up a backroom, saw another suit, empty, but on my way out he attacked me. I didn't get a good look or anything, was to busy being hit over the head with a shovel. I fought back but I got tased in the end" Mike was going to keep going, but he noticed the way the puppet's entire body tensed at the mention of a taser... There was a story there, but for the time being, he kept talking.
"And then I woke up in that warehouse, I was in some weird chica springlock suit, I managed to get out, obviously, and then I heard something so I decided to look around, you know, see if I could find anything. I found a few files about the toy animatronics, about... about who was in them. I couldn't look over them, I just couldn't handle it, but on my way out I heard you and, well, you know the rest from there"
Marionette looked in worse shape after he finished his recap, they were shaking, like, vibrating almost, Mike wished he could say something, but it seemed whatever he said about the toy animatronics had hit the puppet hard. They must have worked together at some point, at least that gave Mike something of a timeline on when the puppet got moved to cold storage, within the last three years, not decommissioned like the rest though... For some reason.
Just another question, but this one Mike was willing to let rest, he was a bit too busy with everything else, as he gave the puppet a moment before continuing on.
"Now... Now onto the things I've noticed. I said something was wrong right? Well, I think it's worse than that" Mike one hand on the stirring wheel gripped tight enough that it turned white as he had to take a deep breath himself to get his bordering on rampaging feeling to get stomped down enough to focus. He could not, and more over, would not let his anger get the best of him right now.
"I thought about it at the time, but... that place we were held, it's an storage place for Fazbear Entertainment, has to be, no other reason for that much material to be there, for you to have been there, the suit I was stuck in, I didn't recognize it, but it was old, years old. Only very few people could have known about it, and those are people who'd be in charge, so how did the Purple Guy be able to just slip in and make himself at home to the point he just had murder files laying around? Past that, the suit I was in was dangerous, for anyone else, they would have died in it, but not me. I'm about as close to an expert on handling being in one of those things as anyone alive for all I know"
Maybe an over exaggeration, any of the first employee's at the diner and Henry himself would have been much better off than he had been, but Mike still knew more than a few tricks when it came to those suits than anyone else. It was only because of a lesson he had been taught when he was a child that he was still alive.
"But that just begs the question doesn't it? Is it just random chance that I was put in a suit I'd have a higher chance of surviving in, completely unguarded, just to kill me? Why not just stab or shoot me at that point? Why leave me alone to be able to do next to anything? I wasn't even tied down, the only things I was missing was my phone and my key ring of all things, and I always keep spares of my keys at the house, not my wallet... Why not my wallet? That's the first thing people dump, it has identification in it, makes it easier to track a crime. So why just the two things that would make it harder on me once I was out? My way of communicating and the things I used to get around"
It had been on Mike's mind since he first woke up, and had continued to be so for long after, up until the conversation he just had with Ricket, which was were he finally got the last few pieces of this messed up puzzle. Or at least, enough pieces to be able to do something with them.
"Why not kill me, why make things just... harder? Then Ricket said something, to get the animatronics safe, I was put on a time limit of four days by Fazbear Entertainment, why four? Why not a normal business week of five or just round it to an even seven? Or just scrap them while dragging their feet even longer so I was screwed over no matter what? Why four? Because there are four animatronics maybe? But why use that of all things as the number of days. It just feels wrong, especially given this deal came in the same day I was attacked with my means of communication and mobility limited. Add that into the fact I was taken to a place obviously owned by someone within Fazbear Entertainment and the notice came down the same day I was taken, along with a number of other things, it paints a picture"
Mike had to take another deep breath for this one, they were getting close, and he had to finish talking soon, but his hands were getting tighter and tighter on the wheel and he could feel his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. Saying it out loud was making him pissed off as all hell and he couldn't afford that.
To his surprise a hand sound itself placed onto his shoulder from the back, as Mike took a quick glance back to see a concerned looking puppet. It... didn't help the anger, but it made him want to control it even more, knowing whatever his face was doing couldn't be all that settling, as he took one more breath before continuing with what he was saying.
"Someone high up in Fazbear Entertainment is the Purple Guy. He would have to be, and it makes sense, why so many deaths happened and just why the company was covering it for so long, it was an inside job, past what even I had suspected. It wasn't just some nameless guard, it was a person who worked occasionally as a guard but ended up much higher in the rankings. And he's playing games with me, that's what all of this has been, playing games, he knew about me from the start, since I reported one of the missing employee's I'm sure, the manager must have tipped him off about it. I had been wondering why no one had been sent against me legally yet for breaking their workers contract, and that's why, I'm being played with... That's why I don't think the house is safe, the for sale sign was missing this morning, only me and Ricket would have known about me now owning that house, that... that was Purple Guy's way of telling me he know who I am, and even where I live... And I couldn't risk you being there. He know about the diner to, but at least there you'll have Goldie to help you out if he tries something"
They were coming up on the diner now, Mike was running out of time to have things to explain as he said in a bit more of a rushed tone as he pulled into the diner.
"A few more things, I don't know what the end goal of all of this is, I have no idea what Purple Guy is after, but it's coming to a head now, this deadline, the fact that Ricket said to expect to be there all day, it's to get me out of the way, I know something wrong, I know it but I can't do anything about it. I've been removed from the board for the last few days for a reason and I have a feeling I've been missing out on a lot of things that I should have been there for... I'm sorry for putting all of this on you, but I really need some help, so try and tell Goldie everything I've told you, and see if he can get in contact with Fritz and Jeremy, they're the ones that's been helping me. They need to be warned about everything happening while I make sure we're backed up legally ok? And if anything goes wrong, keep yourself and him safe, I don't want to do another prison break any time in the future alright Mari? Promise me?"
He couldn't take either of them, any of them now that he was thinking about it, having anything bad to them. He would rather take it all himself if he could, no matter how unrealistic that felt.
Mike had just parked, turning around to stare at the Marionette who was already staring at him, they looked serious, more serious than Mike had ever seen them before now, he felt horrible pouring all of this on the one animatronic, but he was stretched thin and his worries had no where else to go when he had no time to do anything else. Thankfully though, Marionette simply nodded after a long second of prolonged eye contact, before their head moved to look at the front of the old abandoned diner.
Mike thought about making a joke about how his house didn't look so bad in comparison anymore, but couldn't find it in him to say anything more after he spewed out so many words not even a minute before with such a serious tone to them. Thankfully before he could have the time to think it was worth breaking the tension, the puppet did something completely unexpected, something Mike really hadn't been expecting.
Marionette spoke.
"I'll tell him, be careful Mike, protect them" Mike just sat there stunned before watching as the form of Marionette flicker out of his sight as they-... As he teleported out of Mike's car.
Mike continued to sit there for a moment, wondering if he should be worried about being lied to about the whole, not being able to speak thing given he had been doing went questions for several days now with the puppet, but instead he just found himself caught on the puppet's voice. They had a soft and light male voice, a little on the young side, late teens at least if Mike was trying to make a guess on their age, maybe even close to his own age given he wasn't exactly ancient, not even really in his mid twenties yet.
But that wasn't really what he focused on... No, as Mike shook his head, quickly pulling out of the parking lot, he couldn't help but focus and wonder on the fact that Mike could have sworn he knew that voice from somewhere.
Everything's coming to a head, only a few more chapters left before we're done with the first act of this story, it's wild to think about, but I'm happy. Beyond that, Mike's finally putting everything into place and is finally moving into a position where he can do something about it. Beyond that, A few characters have been introduced, the first named characters in this story to my knowledge that are my own creations, Lawyer Guy who's been mentioned and now known as James Ricket and Carol, they're... not really that important in the grand scheme of things, but it's something I thought to point out still.
Beyond that, Marionette! He speaks! And he's a he! Wonder what that means? Obviously some character shuffling has gone on if the animatronic isn't Charlie, but as proven with Cassidy, some people have been moved around, so now the question becomes who's taken her place and fate? I debated on that for a while you know!
...Ok, that's a lie, Charlie was never intended to be in the puppet in this story, and frankly the importance of the puppet has greatly grown since I decided to keep writing past the next few chapters and the conclusion we'll be reaching soon. But don't worry, Charlie herself has a much different role to play much later on now, but you didn't hear that from me. Anyways, See ya.