A Child Smile - FNaF Fanfic [+14]

Chapter 4

  – Fritz, sweetie, are you sure you want to go back there? – said a young woman, kneeling in front of her son.
  – Yes, mom. Don't worry, I won't get hurt – Fritz replied in a somewhat bored tone of voice, rolling his eyes. – Let's go, I don't want to be late! – the boy ran to the car, waiting for his parents to arrive.
  – Don't you think you're worrying too much? – a man approached the woman as he drank water from a bottle.
  – I just want him to be careful, Tom. I always had a bad feeling coming from that place. Watching our son go blind in one eye was the worst! I only let him still go there because I don't want him to be sad – the woman sighed and closed her eyes, her head down.
  – He'll be fine, he's a tough boy – the man said, hugging her and then giving his wife a quick kiss – just like his mother.

 

 

  Arriving at the location, Fritz ran inside, talking to a friend of his who was celebrating his birthday. Tom and his wife sat at a table away from the main stage and kept watching their son.
  Before long, a familiar face passed by the couple's table, stopping in front of upon recognizing them.

  – Camille? Tom? – the woman spoke, approaching the table. – Long time no see, huh? How are you?
  – Margie! We're fine, everything's great. But what about you? – Camille asked, while her husband just stayed there cracking his knuckles.
  – Overall, we're fine too, but... Will seems to be getting more and more distant – she looked back, seeing the mentioned man leave the bathroom with a serious face and enter an old room. – A-anyway...
  – Oh, don't worry. He must just be trying to get over what happened to the little ones. It really was a tragedy – she said, giving her husband a light nudge to get him to say something about it.
  – Yes, and you can count on us for anything – Tom finally said something to Margie, who smiled sadly.
  – Thank you so much, really. Now I think I better go. See you later – she walked away, waving to both of them.
  – I don't like her husband – Camille's tone of voice quickly changed to a serious, even irritated one.
  – Millie, you need to understand their side – the man adjusted his posture and approached her, taking one of the woman's hands. – You would also act that strangely to others if something like that happened to Fritz, wouldn't you?
  – Yes, dear. But don't you remember what almost happened? I didn't act that way, and Margie isn't acting like that now. I know that man even more than she does, I know he's not just getting over what happened. Both incidents happened a long time ago! I told her that because she was feeling bad about his behavior – Camille crossed her arms and stared at Foxy's stage, then spoke again, more quietly than before. – That's why I left him... William is far from a normal man.
  – Honey, – Tom put his hand on her shoulder – let's forget about this for a little while? I'll call Fritz, the pizza should be here soon.

  The woman smiled, watching her husband get up and walk over to where the boy was.
  A while later, Tom returned to the table, feeling apprehensive and agitated. Camille soon stood up, with a crippling anxiety that was struggling to get out.

  – What's wrong? Did something happen? – Millie asked.
  – He's not there. I spoke to his friends' parents and the staff who were nearby, but no one saw anything.

  The woman felt a mix of bad emotions and her heart almost jumped out of her mouth, not knowing what to do. On the other hand, Tom tried to think of a way to find his son.
  The man tried to talk to other employees about his son, while his wife ran to a room where one of the founders of the pizzeria, Henry Morgon, was.

  – Henry, you need to do something! – the woman opened the door with all the strength she had and spoke to the man in a tone of voice that mixed her sadness with her frustration.
  – What happened?! – Henry got up quickly. – Why are you so nervous? – He noticed her hands, which were pale and trembling. Her face was already a little red from the sudden heat.
  – My son is gone!

  The businessman approached, starting to get worried about his friends.

  – Have you tried talking to any of the staff??
  – Of course! He’s not here! – Camille replied, as she tried to wipe away her tears.

  Before Henry could say anything, a slightly muffled scream could be heard in the office, but it was unclear where it came from.
  Searching the nearby rooms, Henry found one that had the door locked.

  – Who's there?! – he shouted, struggling to open the door.

  The man stopped for a few moments and searched his pockets for the key, but could not find it.
  Soon he started knocking and pushing the door again, turning the handle aggressively.

  – Open this door! – he exclaimed again.
  – Henry, this isn't going to work! – said Millie, who had followed him.

  Looking back, he saw the woman more worried and restless than before, in addition to now having some employees and even customers curious about what was happening, and Camille's husband having moved closer. He decided to ignore everyone watching him, thus he pushed the door again, this time with more force. He felt it give in a little, so he put as much force as he could until the door finally opened.

  – ...Oh, heavens – Henry murmured, seeing the whole scene in the room.

  He stood still, tired from all the hard work he had just done.
  Meanwhile, Tom walked into the room, feeling a knot forming in his throat. The man tried not to step on the multiple pools of blood, also trying not to move anything.

  – Thomas, don't go in there! – asked Camille.

  Ignoring his wife's request, Thomas walked over to a shiny object that was next to a table. He bent down and picked up the item, seeing that it was a pendant, but without the string.

  – Fritz.
  – What? – Henry asked.
  – This pendant... I gave it to him, his name is written here.
  – So that means... our son...

  Already crying, Thomas nodded. He then went to his wife and hugged her tightly, burying his face in her shoulder in an attempt to muffle his tears.

  – What happened here? – a boy with clear violet eyes, just like his father's, entered the pizzeria.
  – Ouch! – a teenager came in following the other, trying to avoid the groups and groups of people who were starting to be removed from the pizzeria. – Why is everyone leaving in such a hurry?
  – Michael, – Henry approached the two – you can't stay here, we're trying to resolve something serious and... maybe dangerous.
  – What? Why? And where is my father?
  – It's complicated, and I don't know where your father is. You'd better go now.
  – But-
  – Don't argue, Mike. Let him take care of it. Maybe your father will tell you one day – the girl said, winking at Michael.
  – Okay – he turned back to face Henry. – But well, I came here to look for my keychain. Can you check with my father if you have it, when you sort all this out?
  – Yes, of course – Henry smiled at him, then went back to where he was and started talking to the couple from before.

  Meanwhile, the two young people left the pizzeria and headed home, talking as they walked.

  – Hey, Marla... Did you see that those were Fritz's parents?
  – I knew they were familiar!
  – We haven't seen him in a while. Did something happen to Fritz?
  – Hm... Maybe. We're going to find out what it is anyway, so there's no need to question it now.
  – Oh, yeah... Wait to see if my dad tells us anything-
  – No, no. That will take a long time and we are not even sure if he will tell – she walked a little faster and turned her back, walking backwards just so she could talk better with her friend. – We're going to ask Charlie to get into Henry's office when he's not there, so she tries to look for something.
  – Yeah... It's a plan.
  – Yes! Anyway, let's do it?

  Mike laughed at his friend's plan, all for something they weren't even sure if they should really know.

  – Okay, but if it goes wrong you owe me something.
– It won't go wrong – this time it was she who laughed, walking normally again. – We'll do all of this tomorrow, okay?
  – Okay.