Chapter 12
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The Pizzaplex was steeped in an odd hush late on May 23rd, 1989. Though the lights glowed their usual neon brilliance, an undercurrent of tension hovered in the security office. Michael crouched in front of the main console, eyes narrowed as he rechecked lines of code and flicked through camera feeds. Vanessa stood a step behind him, arms crossed, watching his every move. On the small cot in the corner, Harry lay half-awake, Vanny costume draped around him in a soft cocoon. He sensed something off—Michael's posture was tense, shoulders rigid, and Vanessa's lips were pressed into a thin line.
"Are you guys okay?" Harry murmured, voice still caught between sleep and awareness. The costume tightened against his chest, reflecting his concern. Michael glanced over his shoulder with a faint smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Just being paranoid," he said quietly, straightening. "Security logs had a hiccup last night, that's all."
Vanessa moved to kneel beside Harry. She brushed his hair back from his forehead and offered him a reassuring half-smile. "Nothing to worry about," she murmured. "We're on it."
He stared at her for a second, measuring her calm tone against the tension in her expression. Then the softness of the costume coaxed him to relax, reminding him he was safe within these walls. He let out a small sigh and snuggled deeper into the plush fabric. Whatever was bothering them, he sensed they didn't want him fretting over it. Reassured by their closeness, he let himself sink back into the comforting haze of near-sleep.
Over the next few days, from May's tail end into early June, that subtle unease lingered in small ways—Michael double-checked camera angles more often, Vanessa insisted on keeping the security office door closed at night. Yet Harry noticed that neither they nor the animatronics let it overshadow the daily rhythm of the Pizzaplex. He woke each morning to bright, bustling corridors and greeting staff who offered him warm smiles and playful waves. Roxanne teased him relentlessly if he yawned too long, Monty tried to rope him into comedic mini-golf challenges, and Chica had a new pastry invention she pushed him to taste every other day. Freddy remained a calming presence, always ready with steady encouragement or a gentle pat on the shoulder.
A subtle shift happened in early June when Freddy and Roxanne once again urged Harry to join them on stage more frequently. He'd performed a handful of times already, each show leaving him flushed with a mix of exhilaration and shy terror. But this time felt different. He wanted to do it—an internal spark told him that being up there wasn't just an obligation but a joy he was beginning to crave. The Vanny costume, sensing his warring excitement and nerves, tightened in a reassuring pulse, like a friend giving him a gentle nudge.
That first show he agreed to, Roxanne set her paw against his back, guiding him out into the lights. Monty, seeing the flicker of anxiety in Harry's eyes, dramatically threatened to sing off-key if Harry didn't dance at least a little. It pulled a snort of laughter from Harry, unraveling the tension in his posture. With the audience watching, he took a step forward, then another, the costume swishing around his ankles as he fell into the animatronics' playful choreography. The crowd roared in delight at the little boy in a bunny suit moving in sync with glam-metal-styled animatronics, and a wave of warmth flooded Harry's chest. The lights felt less glaring, the applause less intimidating. He felt, for lack of a better word, at home.
In the following weeks, the applause became a fixture in his day. Families recognized him as "the little bunny," pointing him out excitedly the moment they spotted him in the corridor. Some children ran up to him with open arms, and he'd stoop to return their hugs, the costume's plush arms draping around them. He cherished how the parents beamed at him with genuine affection. More than once, he overheard a child squeal, "He's my favorite part!" and it made his cheeks burn red in a bashful flush. Freddy, picking up on these moments, would lay a gentle metal hand on Harry's shoulder and say, "You make people happy." Harry only ever replied with a small, grateful smile, but deep inside, it meant more than words could say.
He thrived on those interactions. Before, his voice had faltered in front of a crowd, his heart pounded at the prospect of being watched. But now, a quiet confidence unfurled in him like a flower seeking sunlight. He learned to wave at the audience without hiding behind Roxanne's leg, to kneel and greet toddlers who tugged on his bunny suit. When especially shy children approached, he found he understood their fear better than anyone. He'd crouch low, speak softly, offering them the same reassurance he received from the animatronics. In those moments, the costume glowed faintly under the Pizzaplex lights, as though reflecting the gentle love Harry poured into others.
Early July brought more frequent visits from the illusions of the Afton family. Clara arrived with a small knitted scarf she'd made for Harry, pastel threads woven into delicate patterns. Harry, though not entirely sure how to wear a scarf in the Pizzaplex's moderate temperature, accepted it with a beaming smile. Elizabeth taught him silly skill tricks—like spinning on one foot while holding a cup of water without spilling a drop, or tossing popcorn into the air and catching it in his mouth. They'd collapse into giggles whenever he missed. Michael, lurking in the background, teased them but often ended up grinning, and whenever Vanessa entered the scene, he'd grow uncharacteristically quiet, as though watching her had him lost in thought.
Elizabeth, never missing a chance, teased Michael for how he stared at Vanessa sometimes, mock-whispering to Harry about how "dense" these two were. Harry laughed, oblivious to deeper subtexts but amused by Elizabeth's theatrics. The whole dynamic felt oddly cozy—like a real family, each member occupying their unique space but interconnected around Harry's bright presence. Even William's rare visits carried a gentle aura these days, a hint of remorse softened by pride whenever he looked at the boy. Roxanne once muttered that William acted like a reformed grump around Harry, and even Monty reluctantly agreed.
Meanwhile, Vanessa found herself more protective and motherly than ever. She taught Harry small practical lessons—reading menu boards, counting simple change, navigating supply rooms with confidence. If he ever stumbled or got discouraged, her words soothed him with that same gentle authority she used on stubborn staff bots. More and more, she caught herself thinking of him as her son, even if she never voiced it aloud. One night, after the place closed, she discovered him asleep on the office floor, his bunny suit bunched around him like a giant stuffed toy. Kneeling to brush hair from his eyes, she whispered, "You really have no idea how loved you are," and the costume gave a faint, almost imperceptible squeeze. The moment made her heart ache with a fierce tenderness.
Everything built toward July 31st—Harry's ninth birthday. He'd never had a real birthday celebration before stepping foot in the Pizzaplex. This time, though, from the moment he awoke, the building buzzed with excitement. Roxanne and Monty's playful bickering outside the security office door woke him with a smile.
"I'll be the one to wake him! I'm obviously his favorite," Roxanne declared, half-joking, half-serious.
"Yeah, keep telling yourself that," Monty shot back. "I got way more cheers last night. He's definitely on Team Gator."
Freddy, the peacemaker as always, chimed in calmly, "Perhaps we can greet him together." But it was too late—both Roxy and Monty barged in, performing an exaggerated, off-key rendition of "Happy Birthday." Chica joined a beat later, arms waving overhead. Harry groaned, pulling the bunny hood down, but despite the embarrassment, he found himself grinning from ear to ear.
Throughout the morning, staff and guests poured in, each adding to the swirl of celebration. Neon banners hung from the ceiling, confetti cannons perched ready for the big party, and the largest birthday pizza Harry had ever seen was prepped by midday in the main atrium. The illusions of the Aftons lingered near the fringes, sharing proud smiles as they saw Harry's awe at the fuss. William stood with arms folded, softer around the edges than usual, while Clara hovered with a mother's gleam in her eyes. Michael pretended to be aloof, but he'd ruffle Harry's hair every chance he got. Elizabeth hopped around, bragging that she'd planned some special "birthday pranks" if the day got too boring.
When the time came for the official celebration, a hush of excitement fell over the crowd that gathered in the atrium. The staff parted, revealing a giant pizza shaped like a birthday cake, topped with sparklers in place of candles. Harry's eyes went wide, the bunny costume clutched around him in surprise. Clara leaned in, voice gentle, "Make a wish, sweetheart."
He glanced at the flickering sparks, then around at the faces beaming at him—the animatronics in bright stage lights, the illusions of the Aftons, Vanessa standing protectively off to the side, staff gathered with genuine affection. Monty gave a goofy thumbs-up, Roxanne winked, Chica practically bounced, and Freddy nodded in encouragement. Harry swallowed, emotions welling thick in his throat.
"I don't need to wish for anything," he said, voice trembling. "I… already have my family."
For a heartbeat, the entire Pizzaplex seemed to hold its breath. Vanessa's eyes filled with tears. Elizabeth made a soft noise that might have been a choked sob, quickly insisting she wasn't crying. Even Monty dropped his flamboyant stance. Harry felt a surge of warmth from the costume, like an invisible hug. Then the hush shattered with cheers and applause, a swirl of laughter, confetti, and neon lights spinning across the floor.
It was in the midst of this swirling joy that Harry, caught up in the moment, turned toward Vanessa, a beaming smile on his face. "Thanks, Mum!" he blurted, voice raised to carry above the noise. The single syllable—Mum—rippled through the crowd. Everyone froze. Vanessa's heart lurched.
Time slowed. Harry blinked, uncertain why everything paused, the euphoria in the air suspended. His cheeks flushed bright when he realized the word he'd spoken, but before he could backtrack or apologize, Vanessa was there, scooping him into her arms. She buried her face against his hair, tears spilling as she whispered, "Thank you, kiddo," voice cracking at the edges. The onlookers burst into an even louder cheer. The animatronics' eyes glowed with approving light. Elizabeth wiped her cheeks, muttering about allergies. Michael grinned from ear to ear, looking suspiciously misty-eyed. William stood a distance away, exhaling a long, trembling breath. Clara pressed a hand to her mouth, eyes shining.
Harry, enveloped by Vanessa's hug, felt the costume's usual squeeze again, as though celebrating with him. He didn't know how to handle the sudden shift, but the delight surging in his chest overshadowed any awkwardness. The crowd resumed singing a rowdy version of "Happy Birthday," drowning out any self-conscious stutters he might have uttered. Confetti rained from overhead once more, shimmering in the bright overhead lights. He could barely see through the swirl of color, but he could definitely feel Vanessa's tears on his cheek, the trembling of her shoulders as she laughed and cried all at once.
The day rolled on like a whirlwind. Games were played, slices of that enormous pizza were devoured, staff teased Harry about having such a big family now, and the illusions popped in and out, congratulating him. By the time night fell, he was beyond exhausted. He curled up in the security office again—only now, the sense of belonging was deeper than ever. Whenever he recalled how easily the word "Mum" slipped from his tongue, a sweet warmth fluttered in his stomach. No one seemed to mind that it had come out unplanned; in fact, it felt like everyone had been waiting for it.
The weeks that followed in early August were a gentle blur. Harry, still brimming with the afterglow of his ninth birthday, continued to wear the bunny suit everywhere. He no longer stuttered when greeting visitors, spoke more confidently, and if someone asked about Vanessa, he simply referred to her as "Mum." The staff melted each time they heard it. Michael snickered at how unashamed Vanessa seemed about it now, even though she tried to maintain a cool front. Sometimes, he caught her quietly smiling to herself whenever Harry called her "Mum," as though replaying that moment over and over.
Meanwhile, the animatronics took on an even more protective stance. Roxanne kept a watchful eye whenever Harry performed, Monty teased him mercilessly but glared at any rowdy guests who got too close. Chica insisted on cooking him extra treats or leading him to hush corners if he ever looked tired. Freddy stood as the paternal figure, ensuring all the behind-the-scenes tasks that made Harry's stage appearances smooth. The illusions of the Aftons also grew more frequent, each acknowledging in subtle ways that Harry's life now intertwined with Vanessa's in a parent-child bond that no one wanted to break.
Clara quietly began calling him "grandson," testing the word on her tongue. It warmed Harry's heart more than he could express. William, though still reserved, managed an occasional pat on Harry's head, and a soft "You're doing well, boy," which felt like the highest praise from him. Elizabeth never let a day pass without a side hug or playful hair-tousle. Evan rarely appeared, but when he did, he offered shy smiles, obviously pleased by the familial acceptance.
Yet, amid this wave of contentment, faint ripples of unease still crept around the edges. On a few late nights, the security feed glitched momentarily, revealing a flicker of something in the darkness beyond the Pizzaplex's perimeter. Each time, Michael frowned and tapped the console, trying to isolate the anomaly. Usually, it vanished before he could glean any detail. Vanessa, leaning over his shoulder, would feel that churn of worry in her gut. But they kept it from Harry, not wanting to spoil his newfound peace. William, privately, asked them to remain vigilant. He recognized hints of wizarding traces in these flickers, though no full intrusion had occurred.
On August 15th, after a pleasant day of shows and laughter, Harry found himself drifting asleep in the security office once more. The hustle outside had quieted, staff finishing their end-of-day tasks, animatronics winding down for the night. Vanessa perched at her desk, tapping out a report. Michael lounged in his usual chair, glancing occasionally at the screens, half-bored, half-attentive. Harry, hugging his costume's plush ear, yawned, eyelids fluttering. He felt that gentle maternal voice from the suit, urging rest, sweet whispers in his mind that lulled him forward.
Just before he let himself go, he caught a glimpse of a camera feed flickering on the monitor. Michael stiffened, scrolled back, then relaxed as it smoothed out. Neither he nor Vanessa commented. Harry's gaze flicked to them, but exhaustion dragged him under too quickly for him to question it. The last thing he saw was Vanessa's soft, protective smile and Michael's worried brow, the two extremes of comfort and caution that now governed his world.
Outside, beyond the neon glow, something stirred. A presence, a shape. The illusions that concealed Harry's location continued to hold strong, but the watchers beyond the Pizzaplex were growing bolder, testing boundaries. In the hush of night, they observed, waiting for a slip. Harry, oblivious to that shadow, slept soundly, confident in the love that wrapped around him here. The building's hum, the costume's magical warmth, and the unwavering devotion of those who cherished him formed a barrier stronger than he could possibly know.
For now, the boy was safe. Tucked under the wings of a found family who'd do anything to protect him, a star brightening their stage, a child discovering himself in the swirl of applause and neon. And in a world that once disregarded him, he'd found not only a place but a mother, uncles, aunts, grandparents, siblings, and mechanical guardians, all bound together by heartstrings that overcame the lurking threats. The future might hold storms, but tonight, the Pizzaplex glowed with unwavering warmth, each corridor and corner echoing with the promise that he was, at last, truly home.
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