Fnia: Brothers In Arms (read desc.)

The Third Night (Pt. 1) - Chicken Trouble

Trevor walked down the road, walking to the Pizza Palace. He had been walking for about 35 minutes, thinking about the fight.

Trevor (thinking): Stupid Travis. How could he say they aren't alive? He's just like... just like...

The image of their father flashed into Trevor's mind.

Trevor (thinking): Dad was the one who got tired of Travis... yet they're the same. Heh, kind of makes sense.

Trevor continued to walk down the road, until he could see the Pizza Palace, quickly running to it. Trevor walked through the door, just as Carlos was about to leave.

Carlos: Trevor! Nice to see you decided to come to work.
Trevor: Heh... s-sorry, Carlos. T-Travis and I had a fight, and...
Carlos: Oh, I understand. I have a younger brother, and we usually get along great. But then, there's that one argument. Well, see you tomorrow.
Trevor: Heh... yea.

Carlos walked out of the Pizza Palace, and Trevor locked it. Trevor sighed, and sat in one of the seats. Trevor felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked, seeing Fredderina and Bonnie.

Bonnie: You had a fight?
Trevor: Yea... Travis was drunk and mad about last night, so...

Fredderina and Bonnie looked at each other, and smiled.

Trevor: What?
Fredderina: Come with us.
Trevor: Uh... okay?

Trevor followed Fredderina and Bonnie to the Parts and Service room.

Trevor: Uh... what are we doing here?

Fredderina opened the door, and the yellow bunny was there.

Yellow rabbit: So... uh... yea, about last night...

Trevor held a hand up.

Trevor: You don't need to be sorry for getting a little scared. Honestly, Travis would do the same, and I would respect it on both ends. Just... try not to kill people next time.

The yellow bunny was shocked by Trevor's sudden understanding and overall kindness.

Trevor: By the way, I'm Trevor. What's your name?
Yellow bunny: Um... SpringTrap. Others call me SpringBonnie. I answer to both, really.
Trevor: Well, SpringBonnie, it's nice to meet you. Um... I hope you all don't mind, but I really just feel like-

Trevor stopped himself, seeing Chica was nowhere to be found.

Trevor: Hey, uh, where's Chica?
Fredderina: She's been in the kitchen cooking all day, and hasn't come out. She doesn't want anyone else in there either.
Trevor: Think I can try talking to her, see what's going on?
Bonnie: You can try.

Trevor walked to the kitchen doors. As soon as he looked in the circular windows, the memory of the fight flashed into his mind. Trevor could feel his heart pumping, he can feel his blood pulsing just by looking at the door. Trevor took a deep breath, and was about to knock on the door, until he heard something. Trevor pressed his ear against the door, and heard... crying? Why was Chica crying? Trevor knocked on the door.

Trevor: Chica? It's Trevor, can I come in?

There was no answer. Trevor slowly opened the kitchen door and saw... nothing. Everything was normal. Trevor looked to his right, nothing. He looked to his left, and saw a familiar yellow chicken, facing away from him, crouched down. Trevor put his hand on Chicas shoulder, Chica slowly turning around, a slice of pizza in her mouth and tears coming out of her eyes, slightly sniffling. Trevor tried to give a warm smile, trying to make Chica feel a little more comfort. Trevor quickly realized Chica was covered in pieces of dough, shredded cheese, pepperoni slices, and all kinds of things you'd put on pizza.

Trevor: Hey, Chica. You okay? I heard you crying, and came to see what was going on.
Chica: Am I okay? Am I okay!? Look at me! This is the messiest I've ever been, and all I can do to make myself feel better is.. to eat? Foxy was right, I am a food-whore.

Slowly, Trevor began to laugh, starting light, then busting his gut and wheezing.

Chica: What's so funny?
Trevor: Nothing, nothing. It's just... you're like me when I was a kid.
Chica: Really? And how is that supposed to make me feel better?
Trevor: Because it reminded me of something. Travis once told me, people only say things to offend you if it's true, they just make it sound worse than it is.
Chica: Elaborate...
Trevor: Listen, Chica, in a way, Foxy was right, but she made it sound worse than how it actually is. Remember when you ate half of Foxys pizza? Well... a cook needs to taste their dish... right? And, you're only covered in food right now because you were hard at work cooking all day. And that pizza in your mouth, well, that's just you treating yourself.

Chica giggled.

Chica: Thanks, Trevor. You have a full heart.

Suddenly, Trevor remembered what PlushTrap said in his dream, and smiled.

Travis: Well, this kitchen is in for a full clean. I'll help you.

Travis held out a hand, wanting to help Chica stand up. Chica took Travis's hand, and stood up, her sudden weight making her almost fall on Trevor. Both Chica and Trevor blushed at the sudden closeness. Chica backed up slightly, trying to make distance. They both laughed lightly, and began to clean the kitchen. About an hour goes by, and they both walked out of the newly cleaned kitchen, seeing everyone but the golden bear sitting just outside. Foxy quickly jumped up and hugged Chica.

Foxy: Chica, I'm so sorry! I know you were in there because of me, I'm so sorry!
Chica: Foxy, it's okay. People sometimes say things that are true, and just make it sound worse than what it is.
Foxy: Oh... wow... did you make that up?
Chica: No. I got that from Trevor.

Everyone looked at Trevor, everyone having slight smiles.

Trevor: Yea, and I got it... from...

Trevor looked at the floor.

Trevor: ... got it from Travis.

Everyone's smiles slowly faded. Trevor put his hands in his pockets, and slowly walked into the office. Everyone looked at each other, murmuring, as Mangle watched Trevor walked to the office, and finally did something.

Trevor sat in the office, his head in his arms, thinking about the fight, the things said, the way it ended.

Trevor: It was all wrong. Why did it happen the way it did?

Suddenly, Trevor could see something in the right doorframe. Something pink and white.

Trevor: M-... Mangle?
Mangle: Um, Trevor? C-Can I come in?
Trevor: Um... sure.