I Don't Own Fnaf


Mike knew he wasn't a great person, he knew this wasn't a great situation, but this... this still didn't feel like the redemption he wanted, it felt wrong, it felt like he was breaking a promise he had made to himself so long ago.

But no matter how he felt about it, as he entered the Pizzeria's doors once more, he knew he would still do it. Mike had always been good at making the hard choices, this wasn't what truly disgusted him, that he was allowing this to happen. No, it was the fact he didn't care as much as he knew it should, he was disgusted with himself for not caring like he knew he should at the idea of helping another human being go to their violent death.

He was sick and twisted, Mike knew that, and the only comfort he got was Purple Guy was so much worse, in a way that Mike was grateful he knew he could never be. And if this would help stop the man who for all Mike knew was several states over or in another country to begin with with how many years had passed, then he would do it. If it happened, then at the very least Mike could know that the man deserved it as a comfort to his own horrible mind.

No matter how much it disgusted him to know he should stop this all from happening at all. That he would have if he cared enough, but Michael had never been good at caring enough, it's what caused his and everyone else's lives to fall apart in the first place after all.

With that cold thought, he moved inside, giving a wave to the three on stage, making a note to see Foxy on his way out, as Mike headed over around to another room, heading to where Evan had told him to go, looking around down a long and seemingly barely in place hallway, he moved down it, holding his hand to the wall waiting for something to jump out at him.

It took a minute, and it was frankly disgusting, seeing the way the old wallpaper sagged in areas from the sheer amount of neglect went into cleaning them off properly, the entire place honestly needed to be condemned and it was probably a miracle to some, a nightmare to most others, that the place managed to stay afloat as long as it did. Mike felt a lot of disgust at a lot of things these days, it was like he was living in the past and yet still some how making bad choices.

But they were still choices for him to make, and at least by the end of this, five kids could have... something, he wasn't sure what, he didn't know what the end game was, not really, he wasn't even sure he was willing to be around to see it even, but anything was better than this... Maybe he could take out a massive life insurance policy and have himself die in an 'accident', make Fritz and Jeremy use it to get the kids set up somewhere nice or something, that way everyone got what they wanted.

It was a nice thought as Mike's hands felt a strange ridge on one of the walls after a few minutes of searching. Running his fingers down the seam for a moment, Mike frowned before digging his nails into the gross wall paper, stabbing into the clearly molding dry wall behind it before ripping a strip of it away to reveal a... door that didn't have a handle on it... Or at least not an obvious one.

A sealed room, Mike never heard of it, but somehow Evan knew about it, and apparently there was something inside that was needed. Mike didn't know, he already felt wrong enough, he had only been asked to open the way...

But even as a large part of his mind wanted him to leave, to head out now that he had done whatever this was, he also wanted to know. He was so tired of being left in the dark about anything, even something like this that he was sure he didn't want to. Thankfully he could see that the door seemed to be a push, as he tore just a bit more off and managed to find the latch holding the door closed as he managed to disengage it enough to push the door open.

Luckily enough it only tore a bit more of the wall paper away, but it seemed weirdly enough that someone put dry wall plaster onto the door and it clearly hadn't held with the layer of condensation built up between the two surfaces, so instead the molded dry wall and the wall paper sort of just hung limply in the air like a kind of membrane while the door was pushed open enough that Mike could peer inside.

It... wasn't much, gross sure, but nothing that looked to out of place, he could see a few old arcade machines, a few even looked like ones that used to be at the original Pizzeria, Juniors, that clearly were out of working commission. It was still nice to see them again, Mike had no idea what happened to some things while others just made him feel sad to see being recycled from one of the two old places that he had been around to see in their prime.

It was strangely nice to just see these things broken down and left in peace instead of refurbished and turned into other things like everything else seemed to be.

Of course that thought went out the window as Mike's eyes caught onto the sight of something in the back corner of the room.

"Oh, that's where you went" It was harder than Mike thought it would have been to see Spring Bonnie, he had no bad memories attached to this golden suit, and thankfully it didn't move and give him a new bad memory, but that didn't mean it was easy, it was like seeing the four before they started to try and kill him. Good memories mixed with the new environment he saw them again in.

His father loved that suit, had even wanted originally for Juniors main mascot to be the second Bonnie instead of what would become the first Freddy model after Fredbear, but it turned out bears were cooler, something about how they were endangered, and Henry had already patented the name Fazbear. His dad had been pissed for ages about it, sulking over it and complained about how no one had any taste. He got his way in the end when he made Bonnie completely purple, probably disproving any point about taste in regards to the man himself, but that had been a stressful time as much as it reminded Mike of good days as well, back in the Diner with the first two suits, watching as the employees or even his father and Henry preformed in them.

With a deep breath, he pulled himself out of his thoughts and actually gave the suit a look over. It didn't look that messed up, honestly it looked in near perfect condition from an outside view, one of the ears had been snapped off, but... if for a bit molded, making the golden furred exterior look more like a sick green tone in the light, it seemed mostly intact, just the outer most layer of the suit needed a proper clean or replacement. Made him wonder just why it was locked up back here, sure, it was hardly as advanced as the other suits, but it seemed weird that it was stuck behind a wall of all places with a few old arcade machines.

Mike also wasn't quite just what the point of him opening up this room was suppose to do, but in the end, he just gave one last glance at the suit, just to double check with his knowledge of the ratio of children to animatronic suits, but there wasn't any reaction, even when he had spoken when he first opened the door, there was nothing. So he just nodded to himself, pushed his thoughts on the past away, and shut the door, before taking a breath in before shaking his head.

Like he often did when he was stuck thinking about his past, Mike felt a cold shiver run down his back as he walked away from the sealed room, no doubt helped by the draft.

It would have been nice if Evan had told him about Spring Bonnie earlier, would have made getting the parts for his body much easier, but it was fine, it all worked out in the end, though maybe he could ask Fritz to come over to look over the suit to see if there was anything in it that would be good for his brother...

Maybe not, then he'd have to explain just what he was letting happen...

Shit, he had to tell the two about the potential of a murderer showing up, Evan was certain it was bound to happen, though Mike had no idea as to just why, he trusted his ghost brother enough to at least go along with it, and if it didn't happen, then there was literally nothing lost, but if it did... Well, Jeremy was working here as a guard, and Mike was sure he would appreciate a head's up on a serial killer potentially coming here.

Still, why that room... What was the point of it, Mike doubted the kids wanted to play some broken down arcade machines, so it had to do with Spring Bonnie right?

Did they run out of suits to stuff people into? The thought made Mike slightly ill that he was helping a ritualistic killing before shaking his head. He could ask Goldie later, if he could build up the courage at least, given Mike still wasn't sure he wanted to know the details that went into what the animatronics did to the guards.

All the same, Mike thought about spending some time with Foxy, but after a moment, decided he had enough with the animatronics for the time being and instead moved to leave out the back, given he spent at least six hours a day recently, and before that in the last month was spending upwards of twelve, with robotic animals, Mike figured it would be nice to have something of a break. He honestly just needed a distraction right about now to get all of this out off his mind until he could address it again with a proper headspace.

He also really needed time to himself to think about just how he was going to broach this subject to both Fritz and Jeremy.

Maybe Mike could think that over while he finally worked on getting the car in the garage back at the house in a shape that he could actually drive without worrying about being stared at. He had been meaning to do it for ages, but hadn't wanted to mess with something so personal to his fathers before now. Now though, Mike's thoughts and feelings on the man was just enough to override the normal guilt that came with his thoughts of his deceased family members.

Plus, it sounded like a nice way to reveal some of his stress. As much as Mike wasn't much of a car guy, he had to admit, his father's car, a Pontiac GTO, was pretty cool, even if it was in one of the few shades of purple that was so tacty that even Mike himself couldn't even think of condoning the monstrous shade. Which was one of the main things he had to fix about it.

Mike was so busy thinking about just what was suppose to go into repainting a car, unsure if spray paint was ok or not, that he hadn't noticed as he left out the back of the pizzeria, the man standing behind him with a shovel.

Mike did notice however, when the shovel impacted the back of his head hard enough that he saw stars as he was planted straight into the ground, with the cracking thud of the impact echoing around in his skull.

Mike barely had time to so much as try and understand what was happening, the world was blocked out by the drowned out sounds of his own head as everything went in and out of blurriness for what felt like ever, but that didn't mean he didn't feel the hand that was suddenly grabbing onto his shoulder from where he had fallen onto the gravel outside the pizzeria. Trying to pull him up from the ground.

And that didn't mean he didn't react, barely able to think or not, you didn't need that when you spent most of your teenage years in a fight, and your entire adult life moving from one potential brawl to the next, without being able to react without thinking. Mike's body felt slow, but it was fast enough as he managed to get a foot underneath him to push himself up to his feet faster than his attacker could have predicted, his body swinging around, as his fist lashed out, slamming directly into the man's face.

Mike half stumbled up to his feet, the spinning to hit the man left him so dizzy that it was impossible to see straight much less be able to run in a straight line, so he did the only thing he could, he locked on to the man who was spinning in his vision, and charged ahead. Surprise attack or no, when someone like Mike charges at you after being hit over the head with a shovel, you get scared.

Mike couldn't tell if that was the case here, he didn't care, the man was close and Mike had long arms, his hands gripped into the man's shoulders as he was still stumbling back as with a full body lurch Mike slammed the man into the wall of Freddy's which was made of brick, listening faintly over the drowning of his own pumping blood running through his ears, of the resounding thud the body made, as he pulled back just enough to pull a punch back and try to slam it into the man's face.

Mike's vision problems weren't solved though, and either through bad luck or a very well timed dodge, his fist met brick as he nearly let out a yell from the pain blossoming up his hand into his arm from the impact when a kick found itself into the side of his already unstable balance, knocking him back and nearly sending him spiraling to the ground again, only just managing to recover when a sharp impact slammed into the side of his head again, not nearly as deafening or painful, it was from a punch but damn if it didn't hurt.

Stumbling back, barely on his feet, Mike managed to spot where the shovel had fallen, as with a faint last ditch effort, shot forwards to grab it, just as he bent low to pick it up, his entire body shot straight as a searing pain busted through his back into his limbs, locking them in places as he felt his muscles spasm in agony before quickly planting into the ground, the shooting pain continuing to race through his back for another long moment before finally letting off as in an instant his entire body slumped in painful release from the tension it was forced under.

Mike's head was still swimming, but if anything the pain forced his focus back into sharp constant to what it had been before, everything was still spinning but he could think, sort of, as he watched with labored breaths as a set of boots moved around his head, to the shovel, to pick it up, that's when he struck, shooting his hands out, as he grabbed onto the ankle of the man and surged once more to his feet.

He went up, and the man went down with a crash, then Mike went down as well as the man's other foot, flailing about, slammed straight one of his arms and then into his chest, that didn't stop Mike, he just slammed his fist down into the man's face as he collapsed half on the other man's chest, once twice, three times, barely paying attention to the man himself, he couldn't care less, the adrenaline and long trained instincts in his body needing the man to stop moving before he could think about caring about something like that, as he struck again and again, his fist begging for mercy as he continued.

It's because of that, that Mike was able to notice and grab the hand snaking up right at his chest, still in a death grip around what was now identified as a taser, no doubt what the man had used on him when he hit the ground, snatching the man's wrist in a tight grip, the thing letting out a sharp and dangerous sounding shriek as it tried to jam itself into his collar bone, but it was also for that reason, he was to out of it to notice the man's other hand scrambling around, being snatching the handle of the shovel in his grasp.

Mike barely had time to turn to meet the shovel, that was being swung awkwardly at the side of his head, to be able to take it mostly to the face as he saw stars, just for a moment, as he collapsed to the side, trying for a brief moment to get back up with a body that no longer was listening to his demands, when the taser this time found itself jammed into his right side. This time it didn't stop until the pain was to much and his body finally couldn't take any more.

Michael Afton passed out in agony, his body twitching and spasming in pain, left vulnerable to the world.


"What the hell is this! Go on, tell me? What in the world were you thinking!" He was crying, tears streaming down his face as he looked up at the twisted angry face of a man that was so familiar but wasn't, the eyes looking down at him with such annoyance in them weren't the cold blue he was used to.

They were a cold, cold silver that made the tears so much harder to try and stop, as the child couldn't help but half-incoherently let out something resembling an answer, excuse really.

He hadn't meant to! Honest! He knew he shouldn't have, but he didn't think it would fall over! And now it was so loud, and the man was screaming at him, furious, as he stood around the wreck of the thing he knew he wasn't allowed to look at, and he just wanted to leave and hide, but the man wouldn't let him. Finding whatever had escaped the hiccupping child, with tears streaming down his face, not good enough of an answer.

"Oh, stop with the blubbering, get yourself together and answer me properly already!" The child couldn't handle it, he just couldn't, the tears kept coming and it felt like everything was coming down around him, he felt dizzy, with the overwhelming presence of the man in front of him bearing down on him, "Come on! Answer! I told you not to come in here, and what did you do?"

"I- I'm sorry!" he nearly shouted the words out, dragging up his courage in the faint moment he could grab a hold of it, but that didn't seem to do anything, the man just sneered down at him, and it was so familiar, but the child didn't know why, not yet at least.

"I don't want a sorry, I want you to listen to me! That was months of work and you just pulled it off the desk! I'm going to be weeks behind trying t-" The man, the adult, had been getting closer and closer, the child tried to back up, but there wasn't anywhere to go, he was scared, he wanted out, he wanted Mi-

"Stop yelling at him! He said he was sorry!" It was suddenly like he could breath again, as the man was forced to lean back, turning to look over his shoulder to see what the child already saw, another kid, older than him by more than a few years, his hands shaking, but a fire in his familiar blue eyes that burned with familiar anger, pushing back any shakiness that was in his body, any fear, masked and pushed back with protective anger.

The child could only cry out in fear that the other older, child was trying so hard to mask, as he watched as the adult turned around, his hand swinging through the air right at the older of the two kids. The resounding smack echoed through the air, and the child just cried more, wanting to shout even more now, for the man to stop, that he was sorry, that it was an accident, but fear paralyzed his throat, and he couldn't so much as take a step closer with how he was shaking already.

Things blurred together, everything was a mess of sounds and faint shouts, the occasional impact of something hitting flesh, but by the end of it, the crying child found himself in his room, huddled in blankets that he didn't really want wrapping around himself, with the other kid, laying his back against the bed, where he was sitting on the floor, a hand absently on his side, though he didn't seem to pay much attention to it, instead staring up at the crying child, seemingly searching for something, only to finally smile, looking satisfied with whatever it was he was searching for before looking away. Content.

"I-I'm sorry Mikey" The name slipped out of the child's mouth, the first words he had said since he had his break down, as he felt his face flush a burning red in shame. The kid just glanced back before giving a quick toothy grin, his eyes not quite as bright as the crying child sworn they had been before, but the smile was convincing as the now named Mikey simple said.

"Don't worry about it buddy, even cry baby's get to make mistakes some times. Dad was just throwing a tantrum over some dumb cogs, no big deal" The child only sniffed again, knowing he was being lied to, it was all his fault, but he didn't push it, he didn't want to cry again in front of the older kid.

It was already hard enough to hold in the tears when he noticed Mikey's smile was missing one of his front teeth, a tooth that he knew the older kid had before he had stepped in.

Hopefully Mikey could at least get some money from the tooth fairy for it?

Maybe if the crying child was good, he could convince the tooth fairy to put the tooth back instead of taking it away, it looked like it hurt, and he didn't want Mikey to be hurt again.

Evan Afton would stay up that night waiting for a miracle that would never come. It wouldn't be the first time, and it wasn't the last.

By the time Goldie woke up from his most recent nightmare turned memory, it took him a long long time to figure out just what he was suppose to be feeling, and in the end he still didn't have any answers.


Fritz noticed something was off, it wasn't very hard, Goldie was pacing around, that in itself was strange, but the teenager in the suit could move around if he wanted to, and thankfully Fritz had become mostly numb from being wary of the bear at this point. He couldn't quite see the bear as just another person like Jeremy could, for reasons Fritz still didn't really understand, and didn't have nearly a strong connection with Goldie as Mike did, so he kept his distance normally, when he wasn't having to do work on the animatronic, but he couldn't help but feel a bit confused by the change of behavior.

"Uh, hey Goldie, something the issue?" Goldie paused, his head turning in a way that was not possible for a human neck, to turn to stare at Fritz with those points of red he had for eyes. Fritz just gulped, deciding that Mike had a point about finding new eye mounts for him, those uncovered cameras were unnerving. Especially when he was the only one in the room with the animatronic without Mike being the buffer between them.

They never really spoke thinking about it now, Goldie just let Fritz work on him and never really said anything. That just made the man feel a bit more awkward until the bear finally spoke up, moving and turning to face Fritz.

"Would you mind if I asked you something?" Fritz blinked at the almost... polite tone? It wasn't really, but it wasn't quite as harsh as he was used to hearing from the bear either, usually they were pretty blunt with what they were getting at. Then again, they mostly only talked to Mike, and Fritz could only imagine that was because of how blunt Mike himself was. Still, he started the conversation, he couldn't really back out now even if he wanted to, and surprisingly, he didn't.

His survival instinct somehow kept getting worse the longer he stayed around any of the Schmidt family it seemed.

"Go ahead" Goldie seemed to shift on his feet for a moment, his paw-like hand gripping on the stuffed toy Mike had found for him, which Fritz had a ton of questions that he knew he would never be allowed to ask. Honestly their whole family gave him questions, but he hadn't yet found the commitment of getting into a conversation with Mike about it. The man still unnerved him nearly as much as his younger brother did somehow.

"What do you think about Michael?" Michael? It was obvious that he was talking about Mike, which given what Fritz had just been thinking about, made it a bit more awkward to have this discussion. He already put his foot in his mouth a few times around the siblings, but still, he didn't see a reason to lie.

"I mean, not to be rude Goldie, but your brother is kind of pushy but I think he's a pretty good guy for the most part. Even if his sense of humor needs some work" He mostly muttered that part under his breath, though it seemed the bear still heard him, the bear's form shaking just for a moment in what might have been humor, but it was hard to tell with how quickly it ended and the seriousness in the bear's voice came out of his form.

"Why do you think that?" Fritz gave a look over at the bear, clearly confused about all of this, because... Why did Goldie care about what he thought about the animatronic's brother of all things? And why wonder about why Mike was a good guy? Sure, Fritz thought the man had something of an unhealthy obsession with all this, but none of the humans working on all of this ghost child crap could be considered mentally healthy given they were still working on it, if anyone had a good reason to be a bit... out there, it was certainly Mike.

"I mean, it's obvious, the guy clearly cares more about helping you and the other animatronics out way more than he cares about his safety, every time I see the guy he's doing something to at least try and help one of you five out, no matter what it is. And if anything says good guy, then it'd kind of have to be helping dead children, even if he could use some more tact in getting people to help him with that goal" The bear just continued to stare at Fritz for what felt like a bit to long, as he did his best to not wonder to loudly if he said something wrong.

"I see" The animatronic didn't say much more, instead moving forwards to one of the chairs, and simply sat down and didn't move, Fritz just blinked, before tilting his head to the side a bit in very clear confusion. He knew he probably shouldn't ask, but he wasn't blind, it was clear there was tension between the two brothers, he was here half the time Mike was, and Mike was always here, he wasn't blind to the way the two treated each other, Mike was incredibly close, always trying to do something and help, while Goldie more of less just snubbed him.

"What, uh, what do you think about your brother? About Mike" Goldie stilled for a moment, and Fritz was certain he wasn't going to answer, only for him to say, after a long minute, where Fritz had already turned to move back to working on something else.

"I don't know"

Fritz had no idea what to say to that, so he chose to not say anything at all.

Thankfully Jeremy walked in, looking tired, but rested enough, it was the middle of the afternoon, so he was probably only just waking up from his last night shift, Fritz was just glad the things apparently were much easier for the younger man than they had been for him, and especially compared to what they had apparently been like for Mike. Something that Fritz still wasn't sure why they had been that aggressive expect for the fact that Mike could be kind of aggravating.

Expect Foxy, Foxy loved Mike for some reason, something Fritz really didn't understand given that one was the most aggressive animatronic Fritz had ever had to deal with.

"Hey Fritz, Goldie" Jeremy gave a wave as he moved past the two who were in an awkward silence, a cup of coffee in his hands as he took a long drink from it before looking around absently like he was looking for someone. "Where's Mike? He's usually here" Fritz shrugged.

"Probably working, he's put himself on that call sheet thing remember? So he's basically working double hours of everyone else with barely any overpay" Jeremy frowned at that, but finally nodded. Fritz just chose to ignore that, he didn't really want to know what his friend thought about his not-so-friend. Jeremy was a very good person to ask for thoughts on what was another person was going through, but he cheated a bit, and often had more information than Fritz honestly wanted to know.

"He needs too work less, he's way to stressed all the time" Fritz just shrugged.

"Can't blame him, how are you holding up?"

"Fine enough, I don't miss the lack of sleep at night, but these shifts are the easiest I've ever had at a Freddy's so I'm not complaining" Fritz couldn't argue with that, though he was still kid of concerned.

"Well, just don't take it to easy, besides, I think we're all burning the oil here, I finally found some parts I can use to finally work on Bonnie's internal face parts, his tuner is out of sync and I think it might mess with his voice. If any of them ever decide to speak up that is"

"That something you're looking forwards to?"

"Not really, but at least then we know we're making progress, instead of them all just standing around, Foxy still dropping off those coloring pages at least?" Jeremy nodded, reaching into his back pocket actually, and bringing out a page before handing it over.

"Uh... What's this suppose to be?" Jeremy got a smirk on his face as he said, pointing at the dark blob covered in colors on the paper he had handed over.

"I believe that's suppose to be you, compliments of the Captain of course"

"I see... At least he knows his color theory... Or at least the theory on how to use colors"

"Yep, and use them he did" That at least got a snort out of Fritz, feeling better from the awkwardness before suddenly Goldie spoke up from where he was still sitting, mostly motionless.

"Be careful tonight" Fritz frowned, glancing at the bear, if that wasn't the most ominous thing the haunted robot had said in recent memory then he had no idea what would be.

"I always try to be... Is something wrong?" The bear shook his head, slowly, but all the same.

"Nothing that should concern you" Jeremy seemed to think about that for a long moment before finally nodding, pulling out his phone and said.

"Right, I'll tell that in mind, I'm going to call Mike real quick, I want to ask him about something" He gave another glance at the Bear, while Fritz just remained confused. It sucked when he remembered even though he's been working at Freddy's longer than both of the other two humans combined, he some how was the one that seemed to out of the loop.

Because there was obviously something being said that Fritz didn't understand while Jeremy had his... thing to be able to pick up on it. Whatever it was.

"Huh, he's not picking up" Jeremy sounded confused, as Fritz glanced back over and noticed that the man was staring down with a frown down at his phone, apparently his call didn't go through.

"If he's on shift then he wouldn't" Jeremy slowly nodded, still looking confused.

"Yeah, but then he would have just hung up, it rung until I got to his voicemail... Oh well, it's not that important I guess, just wanted to get some advice on Foxy for tonight"

"I'd recommend merch of him, that's what worked last time" Jeremy smiled a bit at that, before shrugging.

"Maybe, but I don't think I want anything to fox-like near me" Fritz winced at that, right... He really had a bad habit of saying the wrong things at the worse times, he really needed to work on that. Especially with so many sensitive subjects and lines around the people he was working with.

"Right... Uh, anyways..." Fritz turned the conversation away to something else, as the two managed to fall into the boring and thankfully mindless form of small talk without any more talk of robots and the souls of children.

Both hadn't noticed the way that Goldie tensed in the background, staring absently down at the plushy in his hands.


RIP Mike, he'll probably be missed.

In all seriousness, Michael Afton is a god damn unit and I will accept no other answers. I know he lost that fight and something obviously spooky is happening now, cause we're getting to the next big section of the story but Mike got hit in the back of the head with a freaking shovel as a surprise attack, then stood back up and proceeded to beat his attackers ass with nothing but his fists that are rated E for everyone. Literally got hit with a shovel and tased multiple times and he still was willing to get up and throw hands until he was beaten into unconsciousness.

Beyond that, for obvious reasons we're going to be moving to the other's for a while in terms of POV, but Mike's probably going to be fine, otherwise the Mike-centric tagging might be a bit counterproductive. And speaking of the others, Evan! My golden child, you're remembering things! I mean, sure he'd much rather not remember, but he is anyways and now he has to deal with that! Even if it confuses the people around him while he's trying to find his answers about whatever it is he's suppose to feel. William is a bad dad motif continues, but that's just standard practice.

Past that, I've been writing like a madman, like, seriously, this is chapter nine, I'm currently finishing up chapter eighteen, and from how I'm seeing things go, I'm pretty sure this story is going to be wrapped up around, if not just on, chapter twenty... But I really want to work on a second part to this story, or maybe just keep this one going and not separate them into two works if I can't think up enough plot for a proper squeal by then. And the thing is, if I keep up with this schedule, you all are going to see what I'm currently writing, chapter eighteen, in a bit over two months... And I'm impatient. I'm thinking about starting to post both on Mondays and Fridays, changing from my once weekly posts on Thursdays. If only until we're caught up a bit closer to where I'm at writing wise, before switching back so I can have not as massive of a stockpile in the wings.

I don't know yet, so, like, check next Monday, if you're reading this at the time of posting, to see if I did that or not. But I also kind of want some response on the whole, splitting it into two stories thing, if it all should just be one story, or should I finish with this portion as a part one and then move it all to another story. It would be an easy answer, but I'm cross posting this and only one site I'm using makes series of stories easy. Anyways, thoughts for later I suppose, See ya.