Soul Mission

Oh! Some keys! wait no..

Jack and Dave arrived at Phoney's house. They have been hanging around the front door, thinking for a few mins.
"So, how the fuck do we get in?"
"Dave, this has been the quesion for the next few minutes. We asked the same quesion even on the way here. We have been knowing the same hard quesion for like an hour by n-"
"Okay okay I just wanted to remind myself so I won't get too distracted"
Jack signed and rolled his eyes a lil. Doing the gesture in a way that Dave wont feel bad tho.
"Hey! In movies when they are searching for the way in houses, they usually look.."
Dave while pausing the sentence, squats down infront of the door and grabs the doormat.
"UNDER HERE!"
He dramatically pulls up the doormat, but nothing seems to be under it.
"Aw shucks-"
He placed the doormat back on it's place, but upside down (cuz he didnt really care).
"Bbbut people also tend to hide them.."
Now Dave turns to a flowerpot close to the door and grabs it.
"UNDER HERE!"
He pulls it all up but nope, still nuthin.
He groaned a little but then tried to search inside the flowerpot, cruelly intuding two little poppy's and a white tulip's home. But since he didn't find anything in there than dirt and roots, he pulled his hand out.
"Come on! That was in a Calumbo episode!"
"Dude, you may have watched too many movies."
"I mean you're right. I know every classic in every rate and category. From all the Phone wars to the Pizza potters. AND let's not forget the godphother. A maffia family of phoneheads, my favourite."
"That was supposed to be a joke, but now can't belive I have to call you cultured"
"Even this hobby had it's benefists, yes. I mean it was mostly a distraction for me back then, since that's..when I lost Henry.." he paused, and his face went blank from his usual Dave-ish expression. He looked down on his shoes. He signed and shook his head.
"Let's just..try lock picking or some shit okay?-"
"You don't seem to be over him.."
"Wh-"
"Dave..it's been years."
"I know..I know.."
He tried not to bring this up but..
"I'm just hoping that I..can summon him with something. With something related to his Legacy. His dream..OUR dream!"
"..what?"
"I..I just want to meet him for one last time. It was just too sudden for me."
"Dave. This all is no good. I think you might need help in letting go.
"B-but there is still hope, isn't it?.."
"Letting go compleatly means letting go the last bit of hope even. He is gone for good."
"But..what if he will return someday?"
"Let's hope that won't happen, for your own good Dave. Him returning would be too much for both of us..he would just make..our..situation worse."
Dave signed. Even if he knew how bad he was, he still got that emotional attachment to him. Jack was worring about it by the things he
"Hey..I'll get you a therapist. Hope that'll help. And..when we can get some McDonalds and hugs when we get home"
Dave seemed to calm down by those words. He got remimded that he got company now, even if he still has his loss.
"Thanks sportsy. Sorry for the time wasting." Dave scratched his neck. He seemed to be a little embaressed. He wanted to brush the topic off now, but Jack hoped he wasn't brushing off his offers of help eighter.
"Now now. Let's get back to work befor things would get too emotional and gay."
"What do you mean by g-"
"So uh yea, lockicking. Imma handle that since I'm kinda better at it, no offense sportsy"
"Lock picking skills aren't something to be proud at-"
"IIIIF you aren't part of the tarangine aurger-gine duo!"
"..okay, sure, I'll accept that you are bigger bad boye than me. You won this one. Go and pick that fucking lock. I'll watch out for cops. They aren't necessary to our mission (yet..)"

As he acted offended just for the joke, and making sure Dave won't get that suspicious, he tried not to get so suspicious around the lockpicking Dave. A few minutes passed and Jack was getting a little stressed.
He a little impatently turns to the squating Dave infront of the door.
"Well?"
"Something isn't right. This is such an easy lock to pick, the brand sucks! I'm not getting something.."
Dave pulls the bended clip out of the keyhole and tries to think. While the thinking he was fidgeting, bugging eith the doorknob. Then he suddenly heared a click from the door. He let the doorknob go in suprise and the door opened a little.
They both looked at the with widened eyes. Sportsy hold his head and groaned.
"..."
"..uh-"
"I-..I don't even know which one of us is the dumber.."
Jack tried not to get his bottled up anger a frustration out.
"You know what sportsy? Imma take this one."
Jack signed.
"let's just...get in already."
They stepped in a looked around. It wasn't a big house, but it wasn't a smol one eighter.
"What a home sweet home vibe. Heh.. gross." Jack said as closing the door.
"Can agree, I've never seen a house this big from the insides. Too unusual.."
Jack felt a strange familiarity in the house, looking at the walls and the pictures. He wasn't sure why he felt odd by the place, he was hoping he wasn't senceing someone familiar.
"What's up old sport?"
"Huh?"
"Come on! We still have an entire house to fuck up!"
"S-sure Dave."
"Hmm. I think I will start with his bedroom. In case he has anything nasty to..fuck up." He chuckled at his own joke, and Jack seemed to appreciate it too.
"I'll be right back, don't get too bored."
Jack wanted to ask Dave to stay, but he choose not to. No matter how he afraid he got by his thought of freadbear returning.
"He's right. I still have my goal. I shouldn't get bored, I should do something about it..I mean I kinda can't, this wasn't the best "finding myself some regret" plan...gosh I'm dumb..maybe I can achive something with being more dumber? Like, full random? Unlocking all possibillities...to get the cops..?"

"Sportsy! You cannot belive how much kinky foxy related stuff I- OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU'RE NAKED!?" He said as walking down the stairs and noticing his dear dear sporty, laying on the livingroom sofa, butt nakedly and smoking a cigarett.
"..and?" He chuckles acts it off like something usual on purpose.
Dave covering his eyes with his hands, tryna stay polite with his sporto and also because of his embaressment.
"Also I'm not naked tho. Look at my feet."
Dave slightly opening his hand to peek outside to see what he's talking about.
Jack was wearing a pair of Foxy slippers, probably phoney's.
"Ok. Fair enough" Dave blushingly took his hands away from his face and rolled his eyes.
"So what were you about?" Asked Jack while exhaling some smoke and bugging with something.
"First off I found a- is that a camera?"
"A polaroid camera. I wanna take some pictures for Phoney."
"While you're butt naked.."
"Butt naked on his sofa, wearing his foxy slippers and smoking in his house."
"Uh-...Why?"
"So uh- Phoney will know?? Man, I wish I could see his dumb phone face being somehow mad, he would sure throw a tantrum seein all that. I guess I won at the freaking Phoney out competition from last week! Ha!" He tried to come off with an excuse. Of course he was trying to make reportable evidence of him commiting a crime. And making it so uningnorable for Phoney that he'll DEFINETLY will report Jack in.
"Hm! How badass of you! Daamnn sportsy, I thought my chaotic was too much for you, but looks like the tables are kinda flipped now. I guess you just needed a week rest by all that and now you are back at business with yo old pal! I don't know if I can say this but I'm sorta proud of you."
"Heh, thanks.."
He said, even if the reason of his behavior was something Dave shouldn't be proud of. He was still tryna get caught by the police or some shit (which something Dave wouldn't like).
He didn't weanted Dave to worry about him being soulless, Freadbear and eighter the cops. If he needed to do anything about those he must do those by himself..or at least that's what he thought he needed to do.
"Letting him see me being a hollow through four whole workshifts was already too much." He thought.
He was just tryna give the last piece of motivations go get back at least the smallest piece out of that big pile he lost. If that wouldn't work, why would anything else?..
"But hey, even if you're so badass, please, put down the pics, PUT ON SOME PANTS, and let's fuck the house up with all the kinky shit." Dave was still tryna look away so it wouldn't be weird, he even put his hand in his eyesight from time to time.
"Sure sure, sounds fun."