Freddy and the Glamrocks (FNAF Security Breach AU)

Unwanted Penpal - Chapter 28

    

     Michael walked with Ford into his garage, Freddy following in behind them. The echo of the kids getting along well in the background helped soothe his nerves for the oncoming conversation. He didn't like confrontation, but as he fiddled with the envelope in his hand, it only emboldened him. They all sat down on odd chairs and stools that Ford had lying around the garage for his convenience. He had gotten comfortable and familiar with the garage. Ford had called him over a few times over the months to help him on Gregory's repairs. He had tried to get Freddy to help, but the poor guy was hopeless when it came to these more delicate matters. So the redhead had taken the young mechanic under his wing as an apprentice of sorts. The garage was like a second home to him now, but he wouldn't admit that out loud.

He sighed as he ran his hand through his dark brown hair and began to talk, a little awkward at first but his tone gradually strengthening as he found his resolve to tackle his first issue, "Listen, Freddy... I really appreciate the letters and the money you've been sending over, but it's getting to be a bit much. You don't need to be sending two letters a month-"

"What? I only sent one letter this month... and I didn't even include any money this time... you watched me send it, right Foxy?" Freddy seemed very confused as he turned to Ford who only shrugged with an equally confused expression. They all turned and looked at each other as Michael's brows slowly furrowed.

"So then..." he paused what he was saying as he pulled the envelope out of his pocket. It had been opened already, and inside was a decent stack of money. He set it on the table so the two of them could see it before continuing, "This... it wasn't from either of you?"

Freddy picked up the envelope to look at the writing and stamp on the front. There was no return address, and the stamp was actually pretty old and worn. The writing on it was very neat and straight. He definitely recognized that it was addressed to where Michael and Evan were staying. Freddy showed it to Ford who also looked confused.

"This ain't my handwriting Freddy... and I know it ain't yours either," Ford mumbled as he scratched his head.

They watched as Freddy inspected the envelope a little closer. Freddy even took the money out of it and flipped through the bills to see if there was anything amiss. Suddenly, a yellow sticky note fell out from between them. They all turned to look at each other before Michael picked it up to look at it.

It was a note this time, and the edges were slightly dogeared and there was even a coffee stain on it. He looked it over and read it out loud for the other two, "Michael. I know it's not my place to send this to you, but you can't convince me otherwise. Even if you figure out it's me sending these letters. I hope that this can at least help you and your brother. I do not deserve to be forgiven for what I ultimately had a hand in. But please, I-" Michael paused briefly as his face turned more confused, and even a little alarmed. However, he quickly recovered and continued, "I know therapy isn't cheap these days. So I hope this helps your brother. Don't tell him it's from me. I won't interfere with your lives any more than this, I know you all want nothing to do with me. Best wishes..."

Ford looked creeped out, and Freddy's reaction wasn't much better. The three sat in silence before Michael broke it. He set the note down on the table with a sigh.

"Really? That's all? No dumb Pen Pall moniker or anything?" Ford asked with mild concern.

Michael held the note again and flipped it over. He was surprised to see a small note written on the back, along with a doodle of a bunny head. It felt eerily familiar. He felt like he was pulling at a thread that just kept going and going. He was desperate to find what was at the end of this thread, and it suddenly clicked as he remembered a slender white arm. At their wrist was a stick and poke tattoo, clearly very poorly done. It was old, and faded, and what's even worse was that there was faint scaring from a cigarette burn over it. But he knew what it meant. He remembered that wrist and it all clicked in his head. He read the PS note that accompanied it. He set the yellow sticky note down on the table and rested his head in his hands.