Fazbear Frights #2: Fetch

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Oscar, ever the miniature grown-up his mom needs him to be, decides to take something he wants... even though he knows it's wrong

It was just like Oscar to be on the losing end of the deal.

It had always been that way, from the time his dad went to the hospital for a tonsillectomy and contracted a fatal infection, to the time that they had to move to the cheaper end of town, to all the times Oscar had to help his mom at the Royal Oaks Nursing Home while the rest of his friends spent their allowances at the mall.

So it was no surprise to Oscar when he learned that the Plushtrap Chaser—a light-activated chomping green rabbit, and by far Oscar's favorite character from the Freddy Fazbear world—would go on sale on the most ridiculous day, at the most ridiculous time imaginable.

"Friday morning. Friday morning! " Oscar steamed.

"Man, you've gotta get over it," said Raj, kicking the same stone down the sidewalk he'd been torturing the entire way to school.

"But the injustice of it!" Oscar said. "It's a kids' toy. Why would it go on sale when every kid in the known universe is in school?"

Oscar swatted at a low-hanging tree branch like it wronged him.

"Did you hear Dwight already got one?" Isaac asked, bringing up the rear.

"What?" Raj stopped for a minute, now adequately outraged. "He hadn't even heard of Freddy Fazbear before last year!"

"Apparently his dad 'made a call.' His dad's always 'making a call,' " pouted Isaac.

"Dwight's a jerk," said Raj, and on this, the boys all agreed. It was so much easier to hate Dwight than to admit they weren't the types who had dads who could make calls to get ugly green rabbits that stood the height of a toddler and maintained the speed of an actual rabbit.

"We'll never get it, not if we have to wait until four o'clock," Isaac said.

"We could—" Oscar started, but Raj cut him off.

"No, we can't," he said.

"How do you—?"

"We can't ditch."

"Maybe I—"

"It's not possible. I have two strikes already. One more, and my mom's going to send me to boot camp."

"C'mon, she wasn't serious about that," Oscar said.

"You don't know my mom," said Raj. "One time, my sister talked back to her, and my mom wouldn't let her talk for a week."

"That didn't actually happen," Isaac chuckled.

"Oh no? Ask Avni. She says by the sixth day, it's like she forgot how to talk at all."

Raj looked in the distance, haunted by the specter of his mother while Oscar turned to Isaac.

"Don't look at me. I have to walk Jordan home."

Oscar knew he couldn't argue with that one. Even as little brothers go, Jordan was okay, and Oscar knew for a fact that Isaac's mom would go nuclear if he even thought about leaving Jordan alone until she got home from work at three o'clock.

There was no getting around it. Despite all of Oscar's big ideas, he knew he was too afraid to actually go through with it. Ditching school was like a mortal sin to his mom, who'd fought hard for her own education while raising Oscar by herself.

Oscar and his friends would have to wait until four o'clock.

The day was agonizingly long. Mr. Tallis made the entire class recite the preamble of the Constitution over and over until they got it right. Ms. Davni popped a completely unfair quiz on isotopes. Coach Riggins made them run laps around the field even though it was still muddy from the last rain. Oscar thought maybe he'd never faced a more miserable day.