The Boy and his Robot Protector -Book 1-(FNAF: Security Breach)

Covert Intentions

  "Aww..." Gregory quietly moaned, having reached his hand into his bag of candy only to be met with nothing. He'd finished the last of it. Bill glanced the boy's direction briefly. "What's the problem?" Crumpling up the bag, Gregory answered, "I finished the last of these gummies." The older man smirked a little. Freddy chimed in with, "I am impressed you were able to make them last that long, superstar!"

"I guess." The boy still sounded a little disappointed. "How long?" Bill wondered, twisting open the gas cap of the van. "We got this at the gas station Kurtis works at, before we came here." Gregory answered. Bill whistled, seemingly impressed. "Most kids your age I know would've devoured a bag of candy that size in less than a day. Good for you!" That elicited a smile from Gregory as he shrugged the compliment off.

Shoving the empty candy bag in his pocket, Gregory watched as Bill poured gas from the jerry can and into the van. It seemed as though there was a lot of gas in the can—more than the last time he and Freddy got it filled up. "That's a lot of gas." He noted. Bill gave a nod, emptying out the jerry can. "Yep. This should fill the tank up just about all the way." He explained. "Oh." There was a curious look on Gregory's face, though the boy said nothing.

The van's side door—on the opposite side—was slid closed, as Freddy had finished emptying things out. Having nothing else to do, Gregory got up from the back step of the door and went around the other side to see what Freddy was doing. "What're you doing again, Freddy?" He wondered, mindlessly kicking small pebbles in the dirt. "I am removing anything of value from the van before we take it to be serviced." Freddy explained, picking up the box of things and carrying it to the house to be brought inside. "Why are we doing all this stuff?"

"Because," Freddy hesitated a little. "It never hurts to ensure the van is running smoothly." He answered with a small nod in Gregory's direction. The boy still looked a bit intrigued. Bill had gone to get a tank's worth of gas, Freddy was helping tidy things up, and they were going to get the van serviced. We're they about to take off again? Gregory didn't really want to leave the town, as he liked it here. Bill and Kurtis were super nice. Quietly, the boy sighed to himself.

Looking outside, Gregory watched as Bill put the jerry can away in the garage for the time being. He then heard a car pull into the driveway. Heading to the other side of the house, Gregory looked out the window to see Kurtis walking up. The man let himself in. "Hey, Gregory." He greeted, taking his coat off. "Hi." Gregory greeted in return. Freddy noticed Kurtis' arrival also, as he asked, "What did they say about the coins?"
"Well, Joe had to get a second opinion on them." Kurtis began, heading into the kitchen. "Some of the coins seemed more phony than others to him, so he wanted to be sure." Gregory looked a little disappointed. "Does that mean they're all fake?" He asked. Kurtis shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not." He answered, filling up his glass. "Some fake gold coins can be awfully convincing."

"Fake coins?" Bill asked, having just caught the tail end of the conversation. "So the coins weren't real?" Kurtis took a sip of his water before answering. "Joe's not sure, so he's getting a second opinion." Crossing his arms in a casual manner, Bill leaned against the kitchen counter. "By who?" He wondered. "He said the guy's name is Benjamin Thomas, and that you know him."

"Ben!" Bill nodded. "Yeah, I know the guy." He looked over to Gregory and Freddy. "No worries, you're 'treasure's in good hands." Freddy hummed in a satisfied manner. "Actually," Bill continued. "I could probably take you to meet the man. He lives on a small farm with his granddaughter—nicest people you'll meet." Gregory's eyes lit up a little. "What kind of farm?"
"They got a few animals, not many though." Bill answered. This seemed to really pique the boy's interest. "Though, I imagine the property's not the prettiest view at the moment, what with the leaves falling and cold weather coming up soon." The older man shrugged. "It's still something special." Freddy looked especially interested. Bill noticed this, and made a mental note to speak to the bear again later—probably after Gregory goes to bed.

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"I still don't understand why we can't just tell them to give us back that stupid animatronic!" Vanessa complained with an exasperated sigh. "He's company property, after all!" Drew gave a small shrug, while the man in the seat next to him rolled his eyes. "Look, I don't know. Can I just get my money and go? I found the dumb robot for you!" Vanessa shook her head a little, but pulled out her checkbook from the small desk. Taking out a pen, she began to write. "On one condition."

"What?"

"You'll still be available if we need your services further." Vanessa told, ripping off the cheque. "As long as I'm paid, I could care less how long you need my services for." The blonde hummed, though handed the cheque over. "Thanks." She said to him. The man gave a nod, pocketed the cheque, and stood up. He said nothing more before he left the room.

"'Ness?" Drew began. "Why are you so bent on getting Freddy back? I literally saw crates full of things to make a whole new Freddy with—the guests won't care!" Vanessa stared at Drew for a moment, expecting him to somehow magically know her reasoning. He didn't, of course, and she couldn't say directly why. "Why do you care? I'm told you I'll make sure you don't get fired for helping me."

"I know, but-"

"Unless," Vanessa began, a suggestive look on her face. "I stop?" Drew narrowed his eyes. "Seriously? You're going to blackmail me?" Vanessa shrugged, trying to act as though that weren't what she'd just said. Drew rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He mumbled, taking his leave also—leaving Vanessa to whatever she was doing before himself and the man arrived.

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A.N. 'Til next week~