"FNIA: What Am I Doing Working Here?" revamped

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3rd POV

August @$, 19_-. we were just performing on our stages, in a small diner making children laugh and smile as a group of teens were bullying a small child before dragging him to Freybear. they laughed as they put him in her mouth as he cried before everyone heard a loud SNAP!, the familiar sound of springlocks failing while blood pooled from his head as he dropped to the ground. everyone screamed, parents ran with their children in their arms as the owner, a Mr. Henry Emily, saw his son getting bitten as my sisters Foxy and Mangle ran up to him, crying as they had a crush on him. Mr. Emily walked up to the boy and grabbed him by her collar and lifted him up.

"WHAT HAVE U DONE BOY?" he asked her.

"it- it was supposed to be a funny joke-" the girl, i think Charlie, said in a paniced and scared voice.

"a joke? A JOKE?!?! U THJNK ITS FUNY FOR SOMEONE TO DIE?!"

"n- no, no one was supposed to get hurt dad, i- i promise-"

"Mr. Emily, pls, control ur temper-"

"dont tell me what to do, u springlock."

i felt my eyes turn into small white dots as Freybear, Springs, and i began to twitch as if we were glitching before everything went dark.

100 years later

JC's POV

i was playing Minecraft with some friends whem i got a call from my sister who wondered if i wanted to go to the Anime Convention that had been built a hundred years ago. Mom wouldnt let us go till she was 18 and me 16, but it was now my birthday, and i had just turned 16. as i got my jacket on with the words ggez, rip Technoblade, 1999-2022, i walked outside to see a 1957 Chevy Bel Air Sport Coupé that i had always wanted.

"is this really what i think it is sis?" i asked as she smiled brightly.

"of course, and its been fully restored to its original glory." she said as i gave her the biggest bear hug i could muster without popping her back wrong and loosing her brace that was secured to her spinal cord. "oh god ur killing me lil brother."

"sorry, but u knew i always wanted this kinda car sis." i ran my hand over the 1957 Chevy Bel Air Sport Coupé, the cool steel sending shivers down my spine before it was ruined by the rich neighbors kids who owned the latest and greatest car of the next fifty years drove up.

"sup loser- ooo is that ur car?"

"yeah, what of it?"

"its cool." he said as i felt suspicious of his comment.

"thx?"

"for a loser hahahahaha! yo Hanna, u want me to take u to the convention? i know u like me." he said, winking as my sister rolled her eyes.

"in ur dreams only." she said as he drove off, laughing at me as the girls in his car giggled.

"man, how do u put up with him?" i asked as she giggled.

"i pretend hes dad, and dont care what he says." she got me giggling even though it kinda hurt. dad had been murdered from a mad man in a bunny suit that was a golden yellowish colored as i saw it. as we drove to the convention everyone stared as most of the population had electric cars since gas was so freaking expensive now. but apparently she had made a deal with the restoration company to make it to were it didnt ever need gas or electricity, no idea how thry did it or how she afforded it, but i dont ask questions about her life.

"u ready for ur birthday little brother?" Hanna asked me as i nodded eagerly. first the car, then getting to go to a place i had dreamed of for years after dad took me last time since mom was on a business trip with Hanna.