The Golden Freddy

Family Reunion

"Reservation for 'Schmidt'," Macey told the man at the front.

"Ah, yes, Schmidt!" He replied after looking through the reservation book. "Back room, east corner."

"Thanks! Let's go, Mike!"

I cautiously walked behind her. I was a bit nervous after I heard him say 'Back Room'.

"Mike! Macey!" I suddenly heard a familiar voice call out.

I looked up and saw my mom sitting at a table, waving her hand in the air. I could see Dad staring blankly at us right next to her.

I gave a small smile as me and Macey sat at the table.

"Oh, my goodness, Mikey!" My mother gasped as she stared at my face.

It had been a while since she's seen me, and she knows I've been through a lot since then.

"Are you okay?" She finally asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine now," I replied. "Just got the casts off recently. Slight pain in my arms, but no big deal."

"No big deal?! You broke both your arms and a leg!!"

"Sweetie," my dad suddenly said calmly, "don't overwork yourself."

Mom took a deep breath of relaxation.

"You're right," she told him. "My apologies."

"I'm just grateful he's OK," Dad continued. "I guess the Schmidt tradition of fast and painless recovery lives on!"

I gave a small chuckle. I wanted to tell him that it wasn't exactly a painless recovery, but I didn't want to ruin the moment.

The waiter then came to take our orders. After a quick look at the menu, I ordered smoked salmon with lemon. There was the option of a pizza burger, but I managed to pass.

"So, what exactly happened?" Mom asked.

"Hmm?" I replied.

"The injuries," she explained. "How did you get them? I thought you said you were a night watchmen!"

"I was," I replied. "Somebody broke in the place and they managed to take me out."

"I told him he should've worked out more in school," Dad mumbled to Mom, thinking I couldn't hear him.

"Anyway, it's no big deal," I told them. "Nothing was stolen or broken in the restaurant, so it was all good."

"Did they arrest the guy?" Mom asked.

"No, he got away..."

We all then just sat quietly.

"So, Macey," Mom asked with a smile, "how's everything with you?"

"Great!" She replied. "I got a job at Barnes & Noble yesterday, so there's a good income coming!"

"That's wonderful!" Dad said with a smile.

"I thought you still worked at Target," I told my sister with confusion.

"Naw, I gave up on that place," she replied. "I thought I told you that!"

"When?"

"Today, I thought. When you were on the computer looking up directions for somewhere."

"Directions?" Mom asked. "To where?"

They were all staring at me now. I wasn't good at lying under pressure.

"Wisconsin," I blurted out.

"Wisconsin?" Dad asked. "Why?"

"Um... For vacation!"

"Vacation?" Macey asked.

"Yeah! I was thinking of us going to Wisconsin Dells this summer!"

"How were you planning to pay for that?"

"I was going to get another job."

"Where?"

"Anywhere!"

Everyone at the table was silent. The waiter then arrived with our food and we began eating. I could feel myself sweating through my suit.

Finally, it was time to order dessert. I got key lime pie. It's always been my favorite dessert.

There wasn't much talk between me and my parents for the rest of the meal. It was basically Macey asking how London was and Mom and Dad telling how great everything was.

Finally, we were done with our meal and we got up to leave.

"We head back to England in about a week," Dad told us. "I'd like to spend more time together before we go!"

"I'd like that, too!" Macey said with a smile. "Just give us a call soon!"

"Great!" Mom said with a cheerful smile.

We said our goodbyes and went on our way. As soon as me and Macey got in her car, she turned to me with a suspicious face.

"What?" I asked.

"There's no way in hell you'd get another job willingly, even for a vacation," she told me.

I just sighed.

"You got me," I told her. "I wasn't looking for a vacation."

"What WERE you looking for?" She asked.

"For... another Freddy Fazbear's Pizza."

She stared at me for a few seconds.

"Is that one being torn down, too?" She asked.

"I hope not," I replied.

I then explained everything to her. The drawing. The memo. The poster. The Wisconsin Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. The visions.

When I was done, she slowly nodded her head.

"Okay," she said. "You gotta do what you gotta do."

"Thanks," I replied with a smile.

"Just don't do anything stupid," she told me as she started the car.

When will she learn that I may never be able to keep that promise?