Fighting-talk
Foxy's POV
The car came to a stop outside a large house, squeezed in between the rest of the houses in the neighbourhood. Mari unplugged his seat belt and turned to face us all,
"You guys wait here, I'll be back in ten minutes." He said blankly but with firmness in his voice. With that he got out the car and walked up to the front door of the house, leaving us all confused.
"Anyone know where we are? Or who Mari is talking to in there?" Freddy asked, nodding his head towards the house and sounding as baffled as my thoughts did inside my head.
"It's his old friend, Nate. He dropped out of Statton a couple years ago when Mari was still a junior. Word on the street is he used to deal all kinds of things, drugs, money, alcohol, weapons and even guns. Lucky for us he owes Mari a favour and I'm guessing he's finally chequeing it in." Toy Freddy said as we all stared at him intently.
Damn, Marionette sure sounds like he has good connections.
About twenty minutes later we were all getting pretty anxious, we thought Mari had gotten into a fight with him or something, until we finally saw him coming towards the car carrying a big duffle-bag over his shoulder. Mari got back into the car after dumping the bag into the boot, starting up the engine and getting back on the road towards Vincent's house.
"What happened in there? We were getting worried." Toy Chica frowned and looked at Marionette.
"It took longer than I thought. Nate packed away most of his stuff in the garage and we needed a lot of it." He sighed, his eyes not leaving the road.
"So what did you manage to get?" Toy Bonnie asked curiously with a hint of exctement in his voice. "Everything we need. A couple baseball bats, some crowbars, brass knuckles, a wooden club, a frying pan as requeted by Chica, and check it;" Marionette pulled out an army knife from his pocket, his eyes still on the road. We all 'Woahhh'd as he clicked it open to reveal a sharp knife with small jagged spikes cut into the balde on one side, on the other was a straight and pointed at the very end. "Yep. I think we're set."
"I hope so, when I get my hands on that mother f-" TC growled, balling her fists and looking out the front window.
"Chill TC, save your anger for Springtrap and Vincent." Said Fred, probably worried she'd go on a huge angry rant right there in the front seat. Not that I blame her, I'm as pissed as she is. But like Fred said, I'm saving it for that piece of sh*t.
"Speaking of Springtrap you guys, what's the plan for when we get there? How do we get in? What if Springrap has other 'friends'? What do we do when we find Mang?" Chica asked as we all shared looks of uncertainty. Luckily we have Bonnie in the car to save our asses, who reads way too many crime books and is smarter than the whole car combined. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a couple seconds, then opened them and got out his phone,
"We'll ring the cops while we're driving up there so they're there in time to arrest Springrap and whoever else is at the house, and if him and his other pals happen to be armed as well, we'll have backup. I looked up Vincent's address that TC gave me on my phone and got the floorplan of the house off the property website from when it was being built, and there's a back door at the far end of the house that Toy Bonnie could pick the lock to since he's good at lock picking, it'll also let us get into the house without being detected since it leads into the downstairs laundry room. From there we'll split up into four groups; Foxy and Toy Bon, Freddy and Fred, Chica and me, and Mari and TC. Foxy, you guys will check the lower part of the house, Mari and TC will check the ground floor, Fred and Freddy will look upstairs, while me and Chi'll check the attic. When we find Mang we'll get her straight out of there and hopefully by then the police will be there to take over." Bonnie let out a large sigh while we all stared at him in awe with dropped jaws.
"Holy crap." Toy Freddy managed to get out, still blinking in amazement.
"Bon, you'll never cease to amaze me." Chica grinned and planting a kiss on his cheek which made him blush, his lips curving into a sheepish smile.
For the rest of the car ride, I remained silent while the others talked to one another.
I just couldn't stop thinking about Mangle..Not being with her just makes me feel so empty and depressed. The fact that some other guy had even touched her, taken her away from me and the others, possibly even harmed her made my blood boil. Not having her with me has just drained all the happiness out of me completely, replacing it with sadness and anger. When I first moved here, I thought I was going to be even more miserable. I thought I'd lost all my friends and that I was just meant to have a sh*tty life. But I was wrong. I was so wrong. I found my friends and even made new ones, I got closer to my Mum, I attend a surprisingly great school, I joined a great football team, and most importantly, I found Mangle. She is one of the main reasons I'm happy. I love her more than anything, and she loves me too. Having the person you love most in this world taken away from you is the most painful thing in the world. I know because it happened to me and my Dad. We used to be so close, we'd do almost everything together, until he left. He left me and my Mother and never came back. It broke my heart. When I moved to Statton, I felt it being fixed again. But ever since Mangle's been gone, I can feel it breaking all over again.
Golden Freddy's POV
{Yes, you read that correctly^}
"Well I gotta say, thanks for all your help Mr Gallet. Have another beer why don't you?" I offer since I'm feeling in a good mood after earlier's little joke-about with Mangle, my feet stretched onto the coffee table in front of me as I lay back on the couch. A beer in one hand, cigarrette in the other.
"Y'er welcome Mr Fazbear, was a pleasure doin' business with ya'. But er..Actally, Mr F-Fazbear, I was Uh..Wonderin' if I could-" Redd started stuttering, he played with his hands and fidgeted about as he stood next to his son, Ethan, who was looking just as nervous. As soon as I began chuckling, halfway through his pathetic rambling, at the fact I could intimidate a fully grown man, he stopped what he was saying. He knew what I was capable of, and it's nice to know when someone realises who or what they're dealing with once in a while. "Nah, I getcha. You're proably sick of beers by now, were on what, our fifth round? Here, have a cigarette." I shook my head slightly and held up two cigarettes. "N-No sir, It's a-about..My payment." He gulped. I looked up at him in confusion for a few moments, until he began rambling on again.
"Ya-Ya' see Sir, business is awful slow down at the taxi place, and it doesn't pay that good at all either. W-When ya'll first came to me you said that ya'd be willin' t' pay me. Not rushin'or anything, thank ya'll so much fur treatin' me and ma son to those beers. Much appreciated, but I-I'm just in a hella lot of debt right now.." He sighed, bringing his hand up to his forehead and letting out a sigh.
Phew, I almost felt sorry for him.
"Ah yes, payment. Must've slipped my mind." I heaved myself up off the couch and placed the beer on the table, popping the cigarette in my mouth. I made my way over the dining room where I stashed money, Ethan and Redd both following me like two stray dogs. I opened up a drawer in the corner of the room and pulled out one and a half thousand dollars. I handed the wad of cash to him and shook his hand, making my way back to the livingroom rather tipsily. Guess that alcohol is finally kicking in.
"Golden," I heard Vin say my name from behind me after entering the livingroom. I turned around to face him, he had a frustrated look on his face, "We might have a problem."
Something inside me snapped at his words.
Problem?
PROBLEM?
How the F*CK could there be a problem.
I felt the tipsiness slowly dissapearing as I got angrier.
"What kind of problem?" I hissed. "One of my sources at school just called. Apparently The Toys, Marionette, Foxy and his friends left school and are on their way over here right now. They know we have Mangle, but they still think it's Springrap."
Those little- They found out? How could they possibly find out!?
"Golden, if they find us and call the cops, we're in deep sh*t." He said a low voice. "You think I don't know that?!" I growled, my hands forming into fists and all my muscles clenchng. We remained silent for a while, I was in deep thought and Vin could tell I was thinking something over.
I took a breath, "We have to do it tonight."
Vincent looked shocked at my words. "Golden, are you sure about this? I know you hate Springtrap and that little slut but..Do you really wanna go that far?" He said with a worried look plastered on his face. I took an big step infront of him and furrowed my eyebrows as I looked down at him, "We are doing this tonight. Nothing is going to change my mind." I brushed his shoulder as I stormed into the kitchen.
"They took everything from me.." I mumbled to myself, opening the kitchen drawer furiously and rummaging through it,
"And I'm going to finish both of them.." I pulled out a large carving knife from the draw and slowly brought it up to my face, looking at my grim expression reflecting onto the cold-steel blade,
"Once and for all."
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Annnnnnnd..
I'M BACK!
Once again, with my horrible cliffhangers which I know you guys love to hate.
But yeah, I'm sorry for taking such a massive break, if you wanna know why read the latest chapter to my updates book.
Guys, I am really sorry for dissappearing, school takes up so much time lately and I don't get much free time. If I'm ever inactive for a week or two, it's because of school.
JUST KNOW; I WOULD NEVER EVER EVER EVER LEAVE WATTPAD
no matter what happens, I will never leave. I love you guys way too much to ever leave ya'll. I might take breaks but I'll always come back!
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