I Don't Own Fnaf


Fritz was unsure if it was a good idea to come down here without something to defend himself with, but when he had mentioned he had brought a taser with him, Scott had gotten... More upset about it than he had been expecting, so he just left it back in the car, even though he suddenly regretted that as the elevator dinged open and the doors slid open and the two stepped out. Scott didn't seem... overly nervous, a tad fretful, but that was about as baseline as it got for the man.

He wondered if he went down here weekly for a few months if he would be the same. He wasn't sure he could be anything close to comfortable down here, at least not without something to protect him and at least a few people to know where to go to get his body back. The morbid thought wasn't quite as cheering as he had hoped it would be, it reminded him way to much of his time at Freddy's, being down here with Scott of all people only made that feeling worse for him, as he took a deep breath, ignoring the buzzing sound of the speakers being turned up to high from the hand unit griped admittedly a bit to tightly in his hands. The admittedly flimsy plastic creaked a bit in protest to the rough treatment.

"Right, uh, do you want to see if we can find the part first or...?" Scott blinked back into focus apparently, as he still took a moment to answer, finally saying after a second of realizing he was waiting too long to speak.

"Uh, yeah, they'll find us soon enough no matter where we are" That was a horrifying statement, and Fritz was not a fan of the way the man's eyes flickered upwards with a more familiar gaze of apprehension as if a pile of wires were liable to drop down on their heads without warning... Oh god it was possible wasn't it? Fritz put an extra pep in his step as he made his way towards where he knew the parts and service room was, saying as he went.

Right... Yeah, sure, let's get going then" Scott just followed along dutifully, still having his head on a constant swivel, and never on anything eye level or below, and frankly that was freaking Fritz out a little, did Ennard live in the rafters or something? That would be a bit weird, were they trying to find a way out or something through the floor separating them from the surface? Scott didn't seem scared, nervous and awkward, more than normal the further they got into the bunker of a building, but that was about on par for the man, the lack of fear not so much.

It made Fritz feel ridiculous for being a bit on edge, but he wasn't as easily compassionate as Jeremy or fearless as Mike, and apparently not as brave as Scott who had been doing this trip solo for weeks now. He honestly was beginning to feel really bad for the man that this is what he had to get used to, and was very thankful he had made Mike be the one who talked said man into this. He wasn't sure he could have gone through with it himself.

They walked on anyways, footsteps echoing a bit to loudly in his own ears along with the somehow groaning static from the handunit, as he looked down at the thing in annoyance, he really should have just left it, but he wanted to plug it into the foxy down here to see what all he needed from it so he could get the stuff at the same time he was next to the parts and services room of this place. Better to get it all at the same time and get out than having to make more than one repeat trip.

Still, he shoved it into the bag he was carrying anyways, putting it to the bottom so it would be somewhat muted as they walked, unsure of what to do really, conversation had dried up quickly once they had pulled into the parking lot of AR, and now that they were in it, he had no idea what to say or what to do really, the idea that everything that they were saying being overheard didn't make him all that tempted to try either... That feeling lasted about another minute before he felt the silence was too much, even as they finally entered the parts and service room, as he moved around to look at the shelves, as words found themselves moving out of his mouth anyways.

"So... Anything happen recently?" Scott jumped a bit at the sudden sound, his eyes had been still wandering about like he was looking for something not on the shelves, though Fritz had no idea what, as the man took a moment to think over the question before just shrugging.

"N-not really? I mean, I've been trying to sort out my house recently I guess... I kind of let everything go the last few months, and now that I'm expecting to move someone in... It's been an effort, I'm moving my office into a smaller room... Do, uh, do animatronic's need bedrooms?" Fritz just shrugged. He knew Jeremy made room for one Bonnie, and Mari had his own room from when he visited for Thanksgiving, even though the puppet really only needed a box.

"That's a Mike or Jeremy question, but to my knowledge, it's appreciated" Scott nodded, carefully and thoughtfully about what Fritz couldn't hope to guess, even as the man finally coughed a bit, looking away back to the shelves in search, as Fritz did the same, even as he was asked a question in turn.

"Uh, what about you? I mean, with everything, isn't the Cove closed down for the next few days?" Fritz nodded easily enough.

"Yeah, it's been kind of weird to be honest, I haven't been to the Cove since our last day open for the year, so... five days? I'm not sure I've gone that long since at least being there since the place opened if I'm being honest, not really sure what to do with all the free time. Janet's basically cornered me on going around the town though, she's still somewhat new to Hurricane and hasn't really done the one or two tourist things that could be said to have here, it's been nice, but I'm always trying to reach for something to work on, so this is a nice break from my break" He laughed awkwardly at that, but Scott gave him an understanding look so maybe he wasn't that weird for missing the constant work, no matter how occasionally stressful it was.

The conversation petered out again, as they continued to look around, but it was clear almost from the start that the tool that they were looking for wasn't here, that was fine, a bit of an pain because that meant that Fritz would have to make it himself from the parts that warehouse, but he had the time on his hands, just like he had been thinking about, so he didn't mind too much. It would take longer, certainly, but it was probably better to know how to make them given it seemed to be a very important part for Ennard to be able to exist, it was probably a good idea to know how to make spares in case something happened again.

Then again, if they were lucky, it would be a long time before someone had to take an ax to the wire monstrosity again... And that made him feel bad as well, given the wire monster was actually a trio of kids, and wasn't that always the thing with this stuff, it felt bad to feel comfortable or in danger with animatronics who had proven themselves dangerous because they were just hurt kids at the end of the day without full control of their actions. This whole thing was incredibly complicated and not for the first time Fritz was glad he was mostly on the edge of it all.

Except he wasn't now, as the sound of scraping sounds of metal sliding against the ground moved closer from the distance as Fritz glanced over, unease, while Scott just moved over, without concern.

"We're in here" The sounds got closer much faster, as Fritz just took a deep breath, getting himself under control, there was no way that Ennard was scarier than the first time he had met Goldie, or his first few shifts, he was fine... Up until the absolute tidal wave of loose and barely fitted wires making up a strange oblong shape covered with stranger colorful lights and metal bobbles that in the darkness made a very strange and honestly horrifying sight before even bringing up the point of the broken, rusted, and beaten freddy head that sat atop of the wiry beast.

Never mind, this was way worse, watching the way the animatronic slowly trudged itself through the almost to small door heading right at Scott, who Fritz wasn't sure if he should rush over to get in front of or not given just how insanely unaffected the man looked, watching them approach with only a vague sense of unease, which for the man was practically tranquil.

"H-Hello! W-W-Welcome back!" The voice sounded different, well, it sounded the same, but there was a lighter, almost delighted undertone to it that Fritz was surprised, but before he could think about that or even before Scott could reply, Ennard whipped around, the head on top jostling a bit in a way that hurt his neck to look at, focusing on Fritz as the thing half pounced ahead at him as he just sound himself stumbled back half a step before his back slammed roughly into the shelves he had been standing near, as the wires stopped about a yard away from him, leaning in a bit, tilting it's massive head at him like he was being studied, before it said, "Who-se your friend Scotty?"

Fritz channeled every ounce of bravery he had gained over the years to lean out of the side of the mountain of wires, to look at Scott and mouth the word 'Scotty' at him, as the man just shrugged haplessly, before moving over carefully, saying out loud.

"Ah, this is Fritz, he's the one helping me figure out how to get you sorted out. I told you about him, remember?" Fritz gulped as it seemed like the animatronic gathered itself up even more to peer down at him from an even higher view point. Fritz thought he would have been used to being almost hilariously small compared to most of the people in his life, something he never considered given he wasn't a short person. But this was different than Foxy or Mike peering down at him.

He was feeling judged, and worse mildly in danger, as the animatronic spoke up in a deceptively cheery voice.

"O-Oh yeah! The... technician" It was said with enthusiasm, but Fritz could hear the way there was a curl of disdain that echoed out, underneath the cheer, like a secondary voice letting out it's real feelings, it was not how a voice should work, and it made a chill go straight down the man's spine, but he just ignored it and managed to give something of an awkward, and not pained, smile.

"Y-yeah, I suppose you could call me that, though Scott's the one that's going to be working on you, I'm just making sure he knows what he's doing and has the right parts" Fritz was not at all okay with just how many eyes he could see all over the animatronic had turned to look at him even more closely, and kind of wished his mind didn't wonder quite loudly in the back his head if they could actually see out of them all. Finally though, he watched as a few of the eyes shifted and kind of just... melded into the wires, probably sticking out the back to look at Scott as he moved around carefully, saying.

"We were just here to see if we could find that part we told you about and if not have Fritz collect the things he'd need to make a good enough substitute" Fritz wished he really got a handle on just blurting things out when he was nervous, but apparently today was not that day.

"And to take a look at the empty foxy" his bag made a little static crackle at that, like it was trying to make a record scratch, as Ennard's head whipped around so sharply a small part of Fritz's mind wondered if the thing would go flying off across the room as he did his best to not shrink back any as from the animatronic a sudden loud booming male voice that was decidedly not the one he was used to spoke up.

"What are you doing with my body?" Fritz gulped, his eyes flickering over to Scott, but the man didn't seem to have any wisdom in the moment to give him, as such, Fritz gathered his nerves, and took a deep breath before trying to explain.

"Ah, well, given none of you three are using them, and, well, don't seem all that interested in using them. I figured I could fix up one of them, the foxy, and move it to the restaurant I work at" Fritz was pretty sure there was a chance he was going to die in that moment, the way that the sound of the silent air was broke by the faint building sound of background static that was familiar of that of an enraged animatronic...

But before he could get killed or whatever it was that was about to happen, a new voice, a softer feminine one that he figured was the bellora of the group, spoke up.

"You shouldn't, those... things are dangerous" The voice was soft, yet melodious, with a faint but clear accent hiding behind the tone, breaking just for a moment to show the clear disgust and almost vitriol of the Funtime suits. Weirdly it made him think of if someone combined Mike's dryness and Mari's musical filter of their voices and then made it female. It made him pause for a moment, as the words themselves caught up with him as he slowly nodded.

"I- I know, I'm going to remove the bad parts so they can be safe... And, well, the hope is, if I can figure it out, I can get rid of the bad parts in you three as well, those... Impulses that got you like this in the first place" The masked face moved down closer, studying him for a long moment, and Fritz had no idea if he had said the right thing or not though he could almost see a faint confusion that wasn't able to be expressed through the mask, before suddenly the animatronic jolted and pushed itself away, saying back in that overly cheerful and fake tone.

"Haha! You're silly! G-g-go ahead and try, but you're not going to be messing with our noggin!" Before Fritz could figure out if he should explain what he was trying to do in more detail or not, the animatronic wire mess writhed itself backwards and before he knew it had zipped themselves out of the door, as he just watched with mild shock before finally just shaking his head, as he glanced over towards Scott.

"Uh, are they..?" The man just gave a nod, not looking overly concerned about what felt like the most explosive mess of a conversation that Fritz has been a part of in ages, as he just slowly nodded to himself, before saying, "Right... Uh, well, I guess let's look at the fox, then we can come down and get the dolly and wheel the thing out"

Scott just nodded as the two moved to do just that.

The process went by fairly painlessly, a lot of the important parts had been removed from the part of Ennard that had been Funtime Foxy, there was no eyes, the voice box was missing, and the strange speaker thing in the chest had been half pulled out before being left, like an afterthought, but it seemed most of the wiring had been taken out from the chest, so the strange head endo, which was more a metal guide for where the wires would be wrapped around, was still in place, and the limbs seemed mostly intact.

It would probably still take a while to really get working again, and he couldn't plug the handunit into it yet because the thing didn't have any power, a concept that took Fritz an embarrassingly long time to remember that the thing wasn't in fact being powered by the souls of the damned, and therefore, like any other kind of non haunted electronic, it needed to be charged before he could start to interact with whatever codes and programs were left over from when the inhabitant of this foxy had fled.

To be honest, by the end of it, as he and Scott got the dolly down there, and had the animatronic body strapped in, and a massive duffle bag filled with parts and wires, he was excited. He hadn't had a project in a while that he could really sink his teeth into, and the fact that this one wouldn't potentially try to kill him was a definite bonus all things considered.

It was only on the way to the warehouse that Fritz suddenly realized an issue however. That issue being named Jeremy, not to say it was the man's fault, but Fritz was not just going to plop an animatronic that looked eerily similar to Mangle just in the middle of the warehouse, the place that Jeremy visited practically twice daily for picking up and dropping of Goldie for work.

He could squirrel it away into one of the containers, but that felt more sneaky and unnecessary than it really needed to be, besides, he hadn't really liked working in the container when he was fixing up Bonnie, the lighting was awful and getting the tools and wires moved into place had been such a massive headache that he wasn't really wanting to do that again for a project that would probably be even more difficult given he's never even worked on a Funtime model before than just time consuming like it had been with Bonnie.

Finally he made the decision to tell Scott that they were just going to drop off the animatronic at Fritz's place. He was a known technician, it wouldn't be that weird to see him cart a project in if any of his neighbors saw, heck, he could probably make a promotion out of it for the Cove.

Scott had questioned the safety of that, but Fritz assured the man that he wouldn't be turning the animatronic on at all for a good while, much less when there was a chance that the code and luring programs could be activated, besides, no kids even lived on his floor, so it was about as safe as it could be.

Besides, that's what a safety start up was for, turning on all the parts but without activating any programs or codes to be acted out on, Fritz would have to be careful, but he was sure it wouldn't be a problem. His confidence seemed to inspire some amount of trust from the man, as in the end, and after a lot of minor cursing and annoyances with moving the dolly around sharp corners, there was a pink foxy standing strapped to a dolly in the middle of Fritz's living room...

Right...

Now then...

How was he going to explain this to Janet?


Jeremy was not a violent person, he almost never raise his voice, he just... he wouldn't say he was a pushover per say, but he knew he had a habit of being non- confrontational to the point of getting himself into some issues or got led into bad decisions, maybe not as bad as other people might have, but there was a reason he had gotten back involved with the whole haunted animatronic stuff when Fritz had called him a year ago.

He liked being a good person, liked being the bigger man, preferred to talk things out every time because it was hardly ever alright to really hurt someone for something as petty as just because you could. Getting into fights of any kind just wasn't in his nature.

Maybe that was why he was feeling like he was going to scream before having a stress induced breakdown.

The only small mercy out of all of this was the fact that no one else seemed to realize he was struggling even more recently. He wasn't sure if it was because he was just suddenly that good an actor or all the others just had their own things to deal with to the point that there wasn't really a need to look in on ole' Jeremy. He vastly preferred to think the former but wasn't quite kind enough to himself to believe it was anything but the latter.

He didn't blame them, they all were doing their own things, Mike and Mari were out of town, Fritz was spending most of his days helping Scott or spending time with Janet, there wasn't much point in talking to him after all without work being there as a middle ground, especially when all he managed to do was make a few calls to try and stay in contact but not managing to find anything to talk about after the first five minutes. He just wished maybe they'd ask more than a question and maybe push a bit more when he said it was fine over the phone.

That would have been nice.

But instead, here he was, his eyes screwed up tight as he tried very desperately to keep his emotions in check, but it was hard. He wasn't one to scream, but he really wanted to, he wasn't one for temper tantrums, but he wanted nothing more than to just jump up and down and throw something for no other reason than the hope it would get rid of some of the sickening boiling mass of pressure in his chest.

"What? Got hate mail or something" The words were like grating metal on his soul, but he managed to choke down the sob that wanted to rip itself from his throat, as instead he cleared his throat almost violently as to not let his voice feel to thick with... whatever jumbled mess of emotions would try to let themselves be known as he said carefully, in a measured breath.

"It's a notice of complaint"

"What's that supposed to mean"

"It means... It-" Jeremy wasn't sure he could do this, he knew this was about to become something, he should have talked to Bonnie about this before now, should have just... It didn't matter now, they were going to have the talk, and Jeremy wasn't sure he could do it, but he had no real choice now, as he continued to explain, "It means someone contacted the landlord for this place, and the man found their complaint worthy enough to send me a note... In my lease I only get three of these before I'm asked to leave"

"Oh, well, that's whatever right? You still got two more" Jeremy's hands slowly began to ball themselves up on the counter he was using to support himself up on, his legs felt too weak to stand by himself.

"One... One more. I- My ex-bo... It- It doesn't matter" He did not want to get into his ex right now, that was a sure fire way for him to have a breakdown. Instead he let out a shaky sigh, and instead just decided to get it over with, "Do you want to go back to the warehouse tonight or tomorrow morning?"

"What?" The word came quiet, and Jeremy could hear the faint shock from the animatronic's voice and his feelings, he wasn't sure just why Bonnie was surprised, but... But this had been a bad idea, Jeremy had just been too stubborn to give up on it for too long, it had been... Nice, though, for as much of the word could be applied, to come home knowing someone was there. But clearly this wasn't healthy, Bonnie's emotions suddenly spiked however, turning from surprise to denial... to anger, as he quickly kept talking, his voice glitching out for a moment, "Wh-what do you mean tonight or tomorrow? You're kicking me out?"

Jeremy just sighed again, it nearly turned to a yawn that he had to shove back down with more force than he wanted, he was so tired, but managed to nod and say before the drawn out sound could try and push itself out again.

"No, but you've made it very clear that you don't like it here. I don't know if it's better than the warehouse or if I've somehow made you hate me so much you'd prefer to be there again, but... But I just... Clearly this isn't working" That hurt horribly to admit, but what other choice did he have but admit it? He had thought things were getting better, Bonnie had almost been cordial after Christmas, but only a few days later they were back to this. The rabbit just stayed there for a moment before saying sharply.

"So what, you're just giving up? All that big talk about wanting to help and the second things get rough you just decide it's not worth the effort anymore? Huh? Is that it?" Jeremy felt something in his chest twist up and something boil to the surface at an almost dizzying speed, something in his voice cracking as he let out an almost strangled sound.

He wasn't a violent person, he almost never raised his voice... But everyone had a limit.

"I've put in the effort Bonnie! I've asked and asked, and let you walk all over this place, hoping you'd figure out I'm not some enemy you have to poke at with a stick to see what I'll do next! I've gone weeks now without a restful night of sleep! I've been yelled at and complained to by almost everyone on this floor, from people I've known for years, because you refused to keep the few simple things I asked of you, and every time I've tried to bring it up to work through this, you yell at me too! I've done everything I can to make you feel welcomed here, but if you're not going to at the very least put in enough effort to care about how your actions and choices are affecting the people around you, then I don't get to have a choice in the matter! I can't be the only one here who's trying here to make this work!"

His voice felt hoarse already, as he let out a cough by the end of it, his chest heaved and shuddered as Jeremy realized with a faint sense of shame that his eyes were burning and there was something running down his cheeks as he aggressively wiped at his eyes, trying to get a hold of himself in the silence that followed, as he mustered up the energy to say.

"I- I just... I just want to help... God, I'm pathetic aren't I?" He muttered that under his breath, but he was sure the animatronic probably heard him anyways, the silence was so deafening now that he couldn't imagine a pin dropping would be silent in this room. After a long minute, Bonnie still hadn't said anything as Jeremy just sighed, wiping at his face one more time trying to not feel as useless as he actually did nor just how guilty he was feeling either, he just ended up muttering.

"We'll talk about this in the morning, right now... Right now I just really want to sleep" The rabbit didn't say anything else, so he just sighed again, and wandered his way to the small hallway to his bedroom. Sleep didn't take him quickly, but at least the animatronic for once didn't seem all that invested in keeping him up either, as eventually he did manage to doze off, weary, but too exhausted to really find it in him to care about what he's have to talk about tomorrow just yet.

He almost wished he would have had some dream or even a nightmare, something to make the night feel like it took longer than it really did, but sadly the sleep he got, while so needed that when his eyes blinked open, light pouring in through the window in his bedroom that had a frankly crappy view, meant he probably had gotten at least twelve if not more hours of sleep given how early he had given up on the day the night before.

It was sleep he needed, but it was a blink and you're awake again kind of rests, one where he wasn't even sure time had passed for a moment if not for that light outside, and the weight of almost relaxation that pressed down on his limbs that made them almost unresponsive to his commands. Restful for his body, but barely a moment of rest from his thoughts.

He laid there for a while, too long probably. He felt honestly awful for last night, he shouldn't have snapped like that, he felt immediately guilty thinking about it. He had been much too blunt and breaking down like that was frankly just unacceptable, the kid didn't need to deal with Jeremy's emotional inabilities. Sure, Bonnie had played a part, a big one, in causing it, but he was a kid who was throwing a tantrum, if Jeremy's parents had done that to him when he was younger... Well, he wasn't sure how he would feel, but disillusioned would probably be at the top of the list with how patient they always were with him.

A bit too patient and yet always too pushy somehow as well.

Not like he had a right to think about their situations as comparable, he wasn't anyone's dad, he just... had a really young roommate who needed stability, and Jeremy had failed at the test. Needless to say he felt awful about it, the emotions of the moment, seeing that piece of paper again with those same words after last time, the lack of sleep making his mind and thoughts all muddled together, and the sheer inability to know just what he was clearly doing wrong just...

There was no excuse, he needed to get up and apologize, explain stuff to the animatronic properly instead of having a melt down when the kid was having a justifiable moment of panic and concern as Jeremy unceremoniously ripped the floor out from him. He still didn't get up just yet, it would probably lead to some more yelling, it would be actually excusable and justified this time, but Jeremy still wasn't looking forward to it.

His main fear was the idea that Bonnie was already ready to go, having figured out Jeremy really wasn't worth the effort, that his words managed to convince the animatronic of what it seemed Bonnie already thought. He was pathetic, that he really still hoped that wouldn't be the case, that they could work this out somehow, but as much as he hoped for that, he wasn't feeling overly optimistic if he was being honest. Still, he had to get it over with, and it wasn't fair to the rabbit if he made him wait even longer than necessary.

Standing and getting himself out of bed wit more stumbling that he was comfortable with admitting, his whole body still somehow sticking to the sleep it had now left in making his limbs and actions just a bit to slow for his head to sync with, he managed to keep his balance, as he made his way to the door of his bedroom, pushing it open. He was expecting his nerves to build themselves up in his chest over the short walk to the living room where Bonnie was most likely to be sitting on the couch, probably watching something, the animatronic was fascinatingly possessive over the tv.

Instead he opened the door and was immediately caught of guard at the sight of Bonnie, sitting on the ground, across from the door, blinking back into focus as the two looked at each other for a long moment, as after a short moment, the animatronic seemed like he was about to stand before giving up, instead saying carefully and quietly.

"I don't want to go back to the warehouse" Jeremy... wished he had thought about what to say, what to do, he wanted to say something reassuring, wanted to say sorry for how he had acted, how they needed to be better, the both of them, because clearly neither was very good at this. Instead his mouth opened and closed itself more than once before he just moved out into the hall, as he held out a hand down to the animatronic, as he said simply.

"Alright" He wasn't sure what it meant when the bunny reached out to take his hand, but he just continued to hope that maybe this could turn out for something good.


"Can't believe they don't have anything interesting to find! You'd think your brother wouldn't be such a bore!" Foxy was whining, but that wasn't too unexpected, they had been here for a few days now, he hadn't thought about it before, but when asked, he somehow found himself agreeing before he could figure out what he was saying. Michael had been in such a rush out of the door that he hadn't really had the chance to figure out if he was actually alright with it before they were gone.

He wanted to blame his brother for sleeping in and as such having to rush off to whatever vacation he had planned for him and the puppet that Goldie was pretty sure was not meant to be platonic, but if he was being honest, he had spent more than a small amount of the night after the evening had ended talking to Foxy, feeling like a kid at a sleepover, something he was pretty sure he never actually had when he was a child, and as such only woke up because of the sounds of movement and talking from outside the bedroom door, of an awkward barely early enough breakfast with Charlie and rushing to pack with an almost amusingly frantic Marionette.

So in the end, when he had been asked if he and Foxy wanted to just stay at Mike's to house sit instead of going back to the warehouse until the new years, he had just muttered out a yes which had been mostly muffled by an excited Foxy's own agreement. He was pretty sure Foxy only agreed because he thought there would be something more interesting to do, being in a somewhat new place for a few days, or maybe because he wanted to snoop around Michael's place to see if there was any interesting secrets to uncover.

Honestly, Goldie had thought there probably would be something like that as well, but the most interesting thing he found was the fact it looked like no one had slept in the bed that was in Marionette's room in more than a little while, and that Michael stored about half a dozen filled sketch books filled with random doodles, more than a few of which included a certain puppet, in the drawer of the coffee table in the living room. He'd be sure to point that out to the two at some point, it would be amusing to see just what they would say to deny anything going on.

To be fair he still wasn't sure if anything was going on, but they reminded him a lot of those romcoms Goldie had only been somewhat unwillingly watching, usually because he was too lazy to get up and change the channel when they came on. But thinking about his brother's potential love life was frankly the last thing he wanted to think about ever, so he shook the thought away and said back to the pouting fox.

"What did you expect to find?" The fox shrugged, dropping down with a huff onto the floor, as he said in more than a small whining tone.

"I don't know! Wasn't he a criminal or something? He should have more interesting things around, like a gun or something" Goldie was very glad Michael didn't own a gun, for the sheer reason that he didn't want a bored Foxy anywhere near anything that could be considered a deadly weapon.

"You already found his taser, isn't that enough?"

"That wasn't even hidden, just kept in a weird drawer with a bunch of other weird stuff! Where's your sense of excitement?"

"I've gotten enough of that in my life, I'm good with not snooping on my brother's personal belongings"

"That's cause you're boring" Goldie raised an eyebrow at that, before silently frowning to himself, he didn't think he was boring, but that comment hit something closer to hurtful than he had expected it to. Well fine, if the fox wanted something to do, the bear shifted a bit from where he was sitting, moving to stand with a faint creaking jolt, as he moved about, the fox watching with a sudden curiousness and a faint worry, as he watched before following the bear into the kitchen, as Goldie moved and looked around for a moment before finding it. On a small shelf next to the phone hanging from the wall, a yellowpages book.

"Well, then I guess I'll just be boring then" He tossed it onto the top and let out a huff as he moved over and placed a scrap of paper on top of it, he had kept to keeping it hidden inside his suit, it was just a piece of paper, that after a lot of messing with the phone line back at the warehouse, had the numbers of phones that Samantha had used to call him over the last few months before going radio silent.

He had been doing this at night, after Foxy had gone to bed, but he was annoyed with his own lack of progress and frankly a bit annoyed at how whiny Foxy was being.

"Er, um, alright..." Foxy seemed a bit stunned, but Goldie made the point to not acknowledge that, instead just flipped the book open to the most recent dog eared page and kept searching, scanning through the numbers trying to find the area code that all the numbers shared through the section where that could apparently be found.

"Do yah need some help?" Goldie continued to ignore the fox, staring at the pages with an annoyance that came from not really being able to read the words properly at times, the print was annoyingly small and it wasn't like the bear had a very complete education when it came to reading comprehension, or anything really, he hadn't even made it to middle school after all, and he had been trying very hard since starting at reading through this book for that to not piss him off, but it was getting more and more difficult as the days progressed.

"If you want I can try and find another book to speed it up a bit" Goldie couldn't help the snide and bit to sharp answer

"What? I thought I was boring you?" He did feel a bit bad at the way the fox flinched back a bit, but he didn't feel bad enough to apologize instead just went back to the book, before the sound of scraping of the chair as the animatronic sat next to him, the wooden kitchen chair making an impressively loud groan of strain but held the fox's weight anyways, as Goldie just lifted his head up to look at the animatronic who spoke before the bear could look away.

"I didn't seriously mean that" The bear just huffed, as the fox quickly continued on, "Seriously! I'm not bored or anything or think you're boring! I just say stuff!" Yeah, Goldie knew that, it was dumb he was getting worked up over it, but he didn't really care about that right now, he was stressed and annoyed, and the fox hadn't been helping even though he said he would, but it wasn't fair to put that on the animatronic either when he was on holiday either.

"Whatever" Maybe he should have tried harder to get Michael to slow down so he could be moved back to the warehouse, being here wasn't helping either. His focus was once more taken up from what he was trying to do as Foxy moved to place a hook over the page he was trying to read, and said suddenly much more seriously, his accent dipping before fading entirely being enough to force the bear to actually pay attention to what was being said.

"No, seriously, listen to me. Do you really think I think you're boring?" Goldie didn't want to answer that, because he knew what he was going to say and he didn't like looking like an idiot. But Foxy was staring at him, and he couldn't help but shift a bit under the piercing gaze as he looked away, he should not feel pressured by Foxy of all people, but the words came anyways, snippy and grumpy but out all the same.

"Obviously not"

"Then what's got your springs in a twist?"

"Nothing"

"Well that's obviously not true" Goldie didn't say a thing, as Foxy and him continued to sit there for a long moment, before finally, he just huffed, as he leaned back and said, "Fine you don't have to tell me, but I want to still help, pass the book, I wanna take a look for a while" Goldie just huffed, pushing the thing over, as Foxy took a hold of it carefully, before looking it over with a frown, as he looked over the numbers for a moment, before asking casually, his voice still not returning back to it's pirate accent in a way that was slowly making Goldie himself a bit worried.

"Have you just been looking through the book?"

"Yeah?"

"Hmm..."

"What? Got a better idea?" Okay, maybe he really needed to get his temper under control, he didn't like how snappy he was sounding.

"Maybe? We live in Utah right?"

"Yeah, Utah Hurricane. What, you think she just happened to call from the exact same town we're in?"

"I mean, isn't it a bit weird she called the warehouse at all and then kept calling? Maybe she knows something"

"I guess"

"Right, let's see here... This is a lot of words" That actually got a huff of laughter out of Goldie, yeah, it was fair to say Foxy would have as much issue with it as Goldie had.

"Welcome to my hell" The fox pouted but didn't say anything more as he continued to look through the pages for a long moment, that moment turning into minutes, the only real break being the flipping of pages, and... Alright, Goldie had to admit, this was boring as hell. He didn't get bored easily, in fact he was pretty sure after spending a decade unable to move or talk he would be immune to the feeling, but apparently once he could do those things, he could get bored very, very easily when he felt impatient. And it was fair to say that patience was not his strong suit.

If he wasn't him, and therefore incredibly stubborn, he probably would have already been a hypocrite and start talking and interrupting the fox's process just to have something to do without feeling like he just stuck his best friend on his own homework because he had thrown a fit because he was feeling grumpy of all things. But he was stubborn, so that didn't happen, and as such he was finally rewarded as the fox let out a small excited noise, as he jabbed the wrong hand at the book, stabbing through the page with the tip of his hook.

It was amusing to watch the teen break into a panic about potentially ruining whatever grand discovery he had made, but the fox was quickly waving him over so he figured whatever had gotten on the hook's bad side hadn't been what the fox had been after, as he looked over the animatronic's side to read what was on the page.

It was the number, it...

"The number is the Hurricane area code? What are the chances of that?" Goldie hadn't even thought that a potential random number would be in the same damn town that he was in, but apparently he really needed to start rethinking what was happening here, as Foxy just shrugged, as he used the index to move to the right area for the numbers and quickly began scanning through them, Goldie moved a bit closer, the two practically pressed against each other as they began to scan numbers against the list they had to see which ones jumped out.

It took a while, but finally with a sudden energy, Goldie reached out and practically slammed his finger onto one of the numbers, saying.

"It's a payphone!" The fox quickly moved over, with a clunky hand writing down that and the page next to the number on the list along with the street that it was located on, before they continued on, and just like that they began to find more and more, until the list of five numbers had their locations written down, all payphone or booths to make calls...

"This is weird right?" Goldie just slowly nodded, because it really was, as he stared at the list of addresses that meant less than anything to him. He didn't so much as even know the address of the house he was currently in, the house that he had spent nearly a decade of his life in, much less random streets of a town he only saw in vague passing moments through the view of a van window. After a long moment, he found himself saying out loud.

"Do you think that Michael has a map here somewhere?"

"I haven't seen on, but we can go looking" Goldie just nodded, and just like that the next day was taken up with looking for the item in question, before finally Goldie had to come to the embarrassing conclusion, if Michael owned a map of the state, he probably would have taken it with him for his road trip.

It was a dead end for the time being, but it was something.


Ooh, the plot continues to thicken, Fritz had now obtained the shell of Funtime Foxy and has plans on working on it, that's cool, bet nothing weird is going to happen because of that decision, not at all. Scott continues to try his best, and he is honestly making a good amount of progress and we all should be pretty proud of him. The man's making honestly pretty amazing strides to knowing what he should and needs to do, he's just being really hesitant about taking that final big step. Admittedly stalling a bit, but I mean, I can't really blame him, the situations just weird.

...Then there's Jeremy, who's on the complete other side of things, who took things way to fast without being ready for it or the responsibilities that came with his sudden kid-of-caretaker role, and both him and Bonnie are struggling for it. Man's heart has always been bigger than his head sadly, and the stress that the rabbit had put on the man can't really be understated, a blow up was bound to occur at some point... And honestly, that's the entire point of what Bonnie was trying to get. Kid's who've lived a long time without stability will always question it and try to press the boundaries of what is around to to learn where the lines are, and if there doesn't seem to be any, then they'll just push harder. It's self-destructive and sabotaging, but it also isn't suppose to be logical, it's a trauma response. So it was expected something like this would happen eventually, there really hadn't been much progress until this chapter for the two, they kind of just existed around each other... But that's changed, both have been forced to be vulnerable for a moment, and... Well, I hope it helps the two going forwards in being able to communicate, cause what's been happening so far definitely hasn't been healthy. But i suppose that's what time will tell if this is a step back to be able to start walking forwards or not.

And then there's Goldie and Foxy, those two are in their detective arcs, which is fun, the person on the phone has been around for a while now, and it's about time we start piecing together those clues. I don't really have much to add there, I mean, I could talk about Goldie being a bit pissy, but, well, they're both teenagers, they get offended occasionally about stupid stuff said without meaning, the bear's been stressed about it all and Foxy wasn't helping, nothing really more to it than that. So... I guess that's about it...

OH! Given Fnaf Week just happened recently for the 10 year anniversary, I guess I can ask how everyone's been feeling about that! I've enjoyed it, Into the Pit was a surprisingly fun game to play through, and the demos were a good way to waste an hour or two just messing around with them! So I guess that's my 'in-depth' review of it all. See ya!