Reboot - A FNaF FanFic

Chapter 9 The Parents

Julie's POV

I walked up to the door after I heard the doorbell ring. I told Spring to stay in my room until I told him to come out. After I came home from work I found him reading every newspaper he could find, meaning nearly 200 newspapers. So I spent my whole afternoon cleaning up his mess and making him more presentable. I turned the doorknob to see an elderly couple standing there.

"Hi mom! Dad!" I said hugging them both and inviting them in.

"Hello sweetie! How have you been?" My mom answered.

"Great! I have lasagna in the dining room when you guys are ready."

"So where is this 'great invention' that you have?" My dad looked at me curiously.

"Just wait here and I'll go get him." I said walking off into my room while they started setting their things down on the coffee table. I walked into my room and shut the door behind me. Spring was sitting on my bed waiting.

"Are they here?" He asked me after I walked in.

"Yes, now do you remember what I said?" I said while walking over to him and adjusting his bow tie.

"Do not make a mess, don't do anything unless I'm told so, and be careful." He said tilting his head up for me.

"Great. Now come with me." I opened my door and walked out into the living room.

"I want you guys to meet my sort of invention, Spring." I announced as Spring walked out and looked at my parents with a friendly look as they studied him.

"Wow....." My mom remarked.

"You made it?" My dad said walking up to Spring and looking him in the robotic eye. Spring only looked back and tilting his head in confusion after about 2 minutes of staring.

"Have I done something wrong?" At those words, my parents looked at him with astonishment. I walked over and petted his soft head.

"No you haven't. They are just....."

"Amazed! This is amazing! How he can comprehend everything we say and respond with ease!" My dad said grabbing Springs' shoulders and looking at Spring more closely. Spring leaned back and looked at me as if asking what to do.

"Calm down, you rust bucket. You're as soft as a real bunny, and you couldn't harm a fly!" I told him as he relaxed. My mom looked curious at my statement and moved my dad and hugged Spring.

"You are right! He's so soft~" she said before she ended up hugging him for what seemed like lifetimes.

"How about dinner?" I said trying to get my mom from hugging Spring for much longer. She released Spring and looked at me.

"That sounds nice." She said and we all walked into the dining room and sat down as I went and grabbed silverware and plates. I walked out and set everything out on the table and sat down myself. Spring just stood in the corner staring at the opposite wall.

"He's something. And you made him out of only a couple things you got from the HD?" My dad said as he got a square of lasagna.

"Yep. Candy made the fur and I did everything else." I answered serving myself.

"Oh how is she anyway? Good I hope?" My mom started.

"Oh ye-" I was cut off by Spring making a whimpering sound and looking at me.

"What?" I asked him, confused for once.

"Err... I just got a transmission from someplace, and it was saying, 'help me, help me, I'm going to be scrapped. I change my mind.' It was so loud..." He said before whimpering again and trying to cover his large ears.

"Come here." I walked up to him and opened his back panel and turned his transmission receiver off. "Better?" He nodded and walked out of the room. "Not sure what that was."

"Probably some other robot somewhere. I have been hearing that they were gonna scrap one of the animatronics at the pizza place for kids. And you do only live a block away from that place." My dad informed me. He worked at Fazbear's Pizza as one of their engineers. "I think it's only gonna be there 2 more days until it gets scrapped unless someone buys it for something." I looked at him thoughtfully. I went back and sat down and continued to eat thinking about that animatronic. I went through which one they would want to scrap. There was only one that they would really want to get rid of. Mangle.