Five Nights at Cafe Hetaloid

Chapter 10 Epilogue Part One

~ 8 AM - Opening Day~

        The streets around Cafe Hetaloid were packed with not only cars but people as well. Everyone was crowded around the entrance of the rather large cafe, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the owner. Inside the building stood all four 2p! Hetaloids. Oliver and François smoothed out their clothing as they both listened to the sounds of the excited people outside. The Brit smiled widely while the Frenchman, though a rare action, couldn't help but have the corners of his mouth pull up into a small, barely noticeable smile. Allen stood on his stage in the Dugout, neatly rolling his sleeves up to just above his elbow and chuckling lightly at his step-brother. Matthieu stood just in front of the show stage. Anastasia knelt on the oak wood planks of the large stage right behind him. She gently stroked a brush through his blond hair to get ride of any knots. Once she finished Matt gathered up most of his hair and put it up into a ponytail with a black ribbon that Anastasia supplied for him. The shorter parts of it were left hanging at the sides of his face.

        "Today's the big day guys! Can you believe it?" Anastasia asked excitedly.

        "I'm sure none of us can believe it poppet! I never thought that we would get this place back into tip top shape!" Oliver chirped while running over to the girl. He grabbed her hands and proceeded to dance with her in a childish manor. "We finally get to work~! We finally get to work~!" he sung. Soon enough Allen came over and joined in, taking his father's hand in his left and Anastasia's in his right. Matt and François facepalmed, wondering how on Earth they were even remotely related to Oliver and Al.

        The three stopped dancing and singing after a few minutes. Anastasia took a seat on the edge of the show stage to take a breather. François came over and leaned his back against the stage. He stared at Anastasia for a moment.

        "What?" she questioned.

        "Nozing. Can't I just lean against my stage and not get interrogated?"

        "Yes, you can. It's just that you're kind of close to me, and that is so unlike you." François said nothing but instead leaned over and gave her a hug. As soon as he rapped his arms around her, he removed them and walked away calmly as if the transaction never happened. Anastasia smiled knowing that it was his awkward way of saying thank you to her.

        The platinum blond female looked through the tinted windows of the cafe. She could see that Vincent was standing in front of the doors, giving a speech for the people and news crews. Anastasia snapped her head to face the direction of the West Hall. The sound of loud footsteps had caught her attention. Out came Matt with a very large 2p! Kumajiro Hetaloid trailing faithfully behind him. Anastasia's smile grew bigger as the giant bear caught sight of her. His small poofy tail wagged excitedly behind him. Kuma ran around the outskirts of the tables and to the show stage. He jumped up and nearly tackled the now standing Anastasia. She petted him affectionately, loving the feeling of his soft false fur. Anastasia knelt down and rubbed her nose against Kuma's leather one. He licked her face with his pink, felt tongue. Despite the metal under the felt being covered in the soft fabric, Anastasia could still feel the coldness of the metal. A shiver rippled down her spine from it. The platinum blond scratched the animatronic polar bear's chin after she stood up.

        "Alright guys, Vincent should be finishing up soon so it's time to get into places. I want to do one last look over you all to make sure you didn't rip your clothes already," Anastasia said. The 2p! Hetaloids lined up in front of her. She was happy that Vincent let her have the honor of picking out a knew waiter uniform for the boys.

        They all had on a white cotton button down shirt with a black vest over it. A black tie hung from their necks and was neatly tucked into the vest. Black dress pants covered their legs and black dress shoes adorned their feet. A black half apron was tied to each of their waists, each ending just below mid calf. Each of the apron's had three pockets to hold various items. It may seen like a lot of black clothing articles, but it looked nice on all of the hetaloids.