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Chapter IV: Catching the Eggplant In Action

It was now 6 a.m in the FnaF universe, Claire and Jeanne outside with the rest.

"Do you idiots know a place we can stay at? Like maybe a hotel or motel or whatever..."

"You can stay at one of our—"

Jeremy was cut off by Jeanne who looked irritated. "Yeah no. Me and my sister aren't staying in any of your non-existent homes," she said bitterly.

Oddly enough, Claire agreed, not wanting to spend the night in a guy's house, especially after seeing what Dr. Martin's office looked like—she just assumed every man was as messy as the short, short-tempered scientist she called a friend.

"There's a cheap hotel nearby, you could crash there while you're trying to fix your little Anomaly C-13 shit," Mike suggested, pointing to a large cement building. It didn't look very eye-catching for a hotel. It looked more like an abandoned property, from the stains on the cement and the fact it looked like it was leaning further than the Tower of Pisa.

But the two didn't have a choice, it was the cheapest and closest hotel to the pizzeria where Dr. Martin had supposedly detected C-13 in.

"I mean, it's not the worst?" Claire said, looking at the stanky building trying to make it better for herself. Jeanne could only groan. She was tired and annoyed—it didn't help the fact she was surrounded by stupid people... God, she hated stupid people, mindlessly walking around like they knew what they were doing.

Claire didn't really mind stupid people, she was one. In all honesty she thought the brainless shitbags were cute in their own special way, thinking of them as pigeons waddling around New York city pecking anything, even non-edible shit.

"Okay! Well, we're going now! Cya guys tomorrow!" Claire cheered, waving at the men as they all walked off to their cars or sidewalks to head home.

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The hotel room was surprisingly clean despite the outside looking like a typical building you'd find in Da Hood. It wasn't anything fancy—no gold or silver—but it was modern. The bed sheets were clean, the bathroom was spotless, and the cabinets lacked dust.

Jeanne sighed in content, laying down on the mattress. Finally, after a long day of working, getting informed about a stupid mission, and getting thrown into another universe with the most annoying person she could think of Jeanne could finally rest.

Claire didn't seem to be happy with the thought of laying down and resting like Jeanne. She was hungry, hungry for excitement—adventure! And maybe some adobo, too. Man, was she already missing home? Their mother's oh-so delicious cooking?

Oh and yes, Jeanne and Claire indeed still lived with their mother—like 34 year old discord mods cramped up in their 89 year old mother's basement. This doesn't mean the two didn't plan on moving out. When they were younger Claire and Jeanne would fantasize about buying an apartment somewhere, having their own rooms, their own kitchen... But hey, their dreams were just dreams.

"Why don't we go shopping!? Get new clothes—see what kinda style people in this universe have," Claire suggested. She was so bored she didn't even think about where they were gonna get money to go shopping! What a dumbass, am I right?

"Look, shopping and treating this mission like it's a vacation isn't what we're supposed to be doing. Our job is to look for and terminate C-13," Jeanne said, crossing her arms at Claire whose cheerful grin flattened just a little.

"How exactly are we gonna find C-13? I mean, come on, she's a smart bitch; ability to take on any form she desires, extremely smart; act like a totally normal person... We have nothing against her and, Jeanne, you know it," Claire replied lazily, playing with the wooden spoon the hotel provided in the rooms.