Trauma (DSaF Fanfiction [Angst])

Chapter 5 - Fire

TW - Swearing (?)

Jack steps outside of the room with his plan cemented in his mind. Dave sits out in the dining area contemplating what to do. Jack walks into the arcade with his lighter in his hand, he stands in the doorway of the desolate room. He kicks over one of the machines and the screen smashes on the ground. Sparks fly from the machine and Jack sets in alight. The flames begin to catch onto the machine's casing, dancing along it with grace. They spread to the floor and begin burning the rest of the room. Jack stands there admiring the patterns in the smoke when suddenly the smoke alarm goes off. The beeping stops after the first couple beeps, Freddy's didn't change the batteries in those things so they were about as useful as a moth-ridden hazmat suit. Harry comes running down the hall in a panic.

"EMPLOYEE WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!?" He shouts at Jack with fury and tries to put out the flames. Jack just stands there as Harry calls the fire department with his head. "You are so lucky I have the fire department on speed dial after Dave's last attempt at cooking!" Harry seems pissed as the fire department arrive to put out the blaze that had then spread down the hallway. Jack looks frustrated and walks away from Harry.

"I'm going home...." Jack says as he walks off. Harry trails close behind.

"Now listen here, employee! I want you to tell me exactly what the heck you thought you were doing?!" Harry is fuming and grabs Jacks shoulder as he tries to leave. Jack turns to face him but doesn't utter a word. Harry sighs angrily and goes back to the main dining area. Jack goes outside to see Peter waiting for him next to the car.

"What was that all about Jack?" Peter asks as they both get in. Jack looks at him considering telling him but decides against it.

"Nothing. Some kid blew up an arcade machine." Jack lies as they get out of the parking lot. Peter knew this was a lie but accepts it, he knew when Jack didn't want to talk about something and didn't want to force him to talk. They drive home and go inside, Jack remains silent. Peter goes up to bed while Jack stays downstairs, planning his next attempt. He sits at the table writing out his plan, Jack's obscene tangerine scheme.

"Jack! Jack! Wake up!" Peter shakes Jack awake, he'd fallen asleep at the table. Jack jolts awake and looks up at Peter.

"Whoops..." He gets up and realises he never got out his work clothes. Peter is all ready to go and was waiting for Jack.

"You look like you didn't get much sleep last night. Did you stay up all night Jack?" Peter asks concerned. Jack laughs it off and gets up.

"Well we should go, shouldn't we?" Jack smiles as he heads to the car. Peter stops him and looks Jack dead in the metaphorical eye.

"You look like a heckin zombie, go have a shower." Peter points upstairs and Jack begrudgingly goes upstairs to shower. He comes back down looking less zombie-like and they both get in the car. Jack drives into the parking lot and they both get out, Peter looks worried because Harry appeared to wait for them at the door.

"Jack. I need to have a word with you." Harry speaks harshly as they reach the doors. "Peter get to work. Now, Jack come with me." Harry leads Jack into the office while Peter goes to the dining area. Harry sighs and looks at Jack.

"Is this about Foxy yesterday?" Jack jokes. Harry gets embarrassed by this and blushes.

"N-NO!" Harry recovers from this joke and returns to his neutral state. "Jack this is about the fire yesterday and all the incidence before. I reported this to Fazbenders HQ and they decided it's time for you to get replaced." Harry pokes his head out of the office and shouts into the corridor. Another Red phoney walks in, looking a lot like Peter but definitely a newer model. He seems a bit shaken and stands next to Harry.

"H-hi..." He splutters waving to Jack. Jack looks at Harry with frustration.

"This is your replacement, David." Harry motions to the red-headed phoney.

"Uh, yeah my name is actually Dave, Harry told me there's already a Dave here so you can just call me David to avoid confusion......" David appears really shy like a child among adults. Jack looks at Harry very upset.

"And what am I going to do? Work at the factory?" Jack shouts and David slinks back to get out of the way of the argument.

"I'm afraid you're getting scraped employee," Harry speaks mournfully. "It's not my decision Jack. You've been around for a long time now Jack, the company thinks it's best if we use a newer model to avoid incidences." Jack stares at Harry with disbelief.

"You're the highest up in the company! YOU make the decisions! How is it not your fucking decision?!" Jack storms out. Harry talks to David about working in the restaurant as Jack leaves. Dave is waiting for Jack in the dining area.

"Hey, Sportsy! What's with the long face?" Dave looks at Jack worried. Jack leans on him, feeling defeated. Dave hugs him and looks at him realising that Jack was feeling terrible. "Jack do you...want to talk about it...?" Dave asks and Jack shakes his head.

"It's not important...." Jack hugs Dave back and they stand there for a minute before Peter walks past.

"Soo...what are you two lovebirds up to?" Peter jokes. Jack and Dave both look up not amused. Peter gets the hint and nervously laughs. "You two should get back to work." Peter goes to talk to Matt. Jack looks up at Dave and sighs, letting go of Dave.

"Dave, I-" Jack swallows. "I've been fired, Dave..." Dave looks at Jack with sympathy.

"Well Sportsy, I'll just come with ya to whatever location they're movin ya to!" Dave tries to lift Jacks spirits and smiles.

"Dave, you don't get it....I'm getting scraped..." Jack looks down. Dave realises and hugs him really hard, tears begin to stream down his face.

"Sportsy, I-i can't lose you...Jack...I..." Dave holds onto Jack. Jack stands there unable to speak, looking at Dave with sorrow.

Authors note: So here is the reason I mentioned Dave's last name, ANOTHER DAVE! But a Phoney. Oh no Jack is gonna get scraped! Sad Dave and Jack moments. Is everything gonna be ok? I have no idea yet and I'm the one writing it.... Well catch you on the flipside : D