Corrupt -FNaF AU

Chapter Eight

Sept and Panchito's house must have been close to Matthew's, because he could recognize the road that Pit would drive down from.

The house itself was very fancy and big, painted a dull white color.

Sept knocked on the door, propping themself against the tank.

The door swung open. A man in his late forties appeared, holding a pan filled with spaghetti noodles.

"Pancho, what were you doing out this late?" He sounded very tired, and like English wasn't his first language.

"It's not late!" Panchito cried. "Sept barely woke up!"

The man peered at him through his glasses rimmed with thin wire thicker than his patience. Two scars ran across his face, one slicing up from his eye and under his snowy white hair, with the other cutting down from his other eye to his chin. He had a white dress shirt with a white bow tie, almost hidden under his long black cloak that wrapped around his body.

His piercing gaze swept over the two kids that were so obviously not his. "Welcome, children. My name is Dr. Wallace Dale Gaston, though you are free to refer to me as Dr. Gaston, for those who I do not recognize." This must be more directed at Matthew, since Dr. Gaston seemed to recognize Norman.

"I'm Matthew." Matthew introduced himself. "Matthew Trappe-Afton."

"I just call him 'techie', he seems to know what he's doing when messing around with machines." Norman tagged on.

Dr. Gaston nodded. "Come on in, children, I just served spaghetti." He was gone down the hallway, looking more like a ghost than a man.

"Come on!" Panchito bounced into the house, trailed by Sept, then finally, Norman.

Matthew stared back, then at the door, then went in.

"I should call my dad." he told himself, pulling out the Samsung he bought. "Let him know I won't be home for lunch."

"That's alright!" Panchito screamed in his ear, startling the younger of the two.

"Where the hell did you come from!?" Matthew shrieked.

Panchito laughed, he must have been hiding behind the door.

Matthew grumbled, dialing Pit's number.

Three rings later, he picked up. "Kiddo, where are you?" Pit asked.

"I'm alright, Pit. I won't be home for lunch after all. I got ambushed by two older kids, now I'm having spaghetti with one of their families." Matthew replied.

"Okay. I'll save you some turkey pesto sandwich. You stay safe, alright?"

"Alright. Love you, Pit."

"Love you too, Mattie." he hung up.

Matthew followed Panchito into the large dining room, with a tall mahogany round table with equally elegant chairs.

Matthew sat down at the table, staring down at the large portion of spaghetti that was on the glass plate.

"You know, my dad never had anything glass in the house." Matthew laughed, picking up the silver fork. The family must be rich, seeing as there was an abundance of more expensive furniture.

"That's gotta suck." Sept reappeared, now wearing a bulky blue jacket.

"Why not?" Panchito asked.

"I love destroying anything glass. Dad stopped buying glassware because he was worried I would hurt myself." Matthew admitted. He glanced at the framed portrait, of younger Sept, of baby Panchito, and of Dr. Gaston. Sept was much skinnier, and had an oxygen mask over their pale face. Panchito was snuggled in Dr. Gaston's arms. His face was without those two dark scars, suggesting that whatever happened occured after the picture was taken.

"A shame." Dr. Gaston mumbled. "Children are naturally destructive creatures. Usually they learn what not to destroy."

Matthew remembered throwing knives at glass plates, cutting his fingers on purpose. Shrieking in delight when the plates shattered. This didn't even happen a year ago, more like exactly one month.

"Not for all children." Matthew pointed out.

Norman snorted. "You talking about yourself, techie? I stopped breaking things when I learned to put things together." He ate a forkful of pasta.

Matthew scoffed. "I do both equally well. The two go hand in hand. You break things to put them back together. Whether that's the ground to make metal, forests to make wooden planks. You have to destroy to create."

That wasn't true. Matthew couldn't make a functioning tractor in a day.

But he could destroy a tractor in one.