Corrupt -FNaF AU

Chapter Nine

The older man in the room looked at this violet eyed teen with great interest. He talked about destruction so easily, equating it to creating.

Dr. Gaston had never seen such a child. How he stared so hungrily at the glass plate, as though longing to shatter it. The malice that shone so clearly in his eyes. Dr. Gaston had only seen such malice in the eyes of serial killers. He would have to study this child, see him in his home environment. Psychology, after all, was one of his two majors, along with biotechnology.

"Thank you for the food, Dr. Gaston." Matthew finally said. He picked up the now empty plate, leaving the table. He gently set the plate in the sink, even though he longed to break the plate until there was nothing left but dust.

"I have to be leaving, now." he said, almost apologetically. "Bye."

Panchito hugged him tightly. "Goodbye, new friend!"

Norman tousled his dark golden hair. "See ya, techie."

Matthew smiled back as Dr. Gaston waved goodbye. Only then did he notice the bandages around both his hands, centered at the palm. The same was true for the framed portrait Matthew saw earlier.

He was just glad no one pointed out that the skin on his hands were made of velvet. What a disaster that would have been!

Now he just needed to talk to Ahaki. Tell him about the world he had found.

But would he believe him? Would he brush him off as this crazy kid? Matthew hoped not. He quite liked being around him, even though they had just recently met. Then again, Matthew had made friends by being dragged into a bush.

His phone dinged. He looked at both texts he had received. One was from Vincent, which read as follows.

Your wrist better be feeling better. If not, I will personally send you to Jesus so you can say hi to my fucking patience with you.

Matthew sighed. Vinny sure does have a weird way of expressing how much he cares about his little brother.

The second was from Ahaki, to his delight.

Hello, Matthew, this is Ahaki. I apologize for not contacting you sooner. Would you like to possibly meet up at the cafe tomorrow? I'm sorry if I misspell anything, English is not my first language.

Matthew held his phone close to his chest, letting out a shrill shriek of joy.

He quickly texted back. I'd love to!!!!

With that, he slid his phone back into his pocket, and bounced home. The things he wanted to tell Ahaki were erased from his mind. All he could think about was the date arranged for tomorrow.

He almost couldn't wait for nightfall, for the chance to tell Alter Pit. Matthew was practically bursting with energy, a shocker to his brothers.

"What's gotten into you, Snitch?" Will laughed at dinner.

"Three's right, you aren't usually this happy." Flay pointed his sandwich at him.

Maybe they put something in his lunch Q signed, making his twins cackle in agreement.

"Boys!" Pit snapped, trying to quiet them down. "BOYS!" Finally he got out an air horn and pressed it.

Silence fell across the table.

"Thanks, Dad." Vincent mumbled. "I was worried I'd have to beat the fuck outta these cu-"

"Not at the table." Pit interrupted. "You know better, you have morals."

"Yeah, but Mattie doesn't." Ollie whispered, loud enough for Q to hear.

Thankfully, the issue was pressed no further. And no one, other than Vincent, noticed the change in the skin on Matthew's hands. Maybe that was because the velvet's color resembled his actual skin.