Last Chance

CHAPTER TWO: New member of the family. Maybe.

-Thursday, October 31st, 2016, 6:00 P.M.-

As the trio walked home, Harry and Deliah seemed... uncomfortable around the little redhead boy. "We don't even know his name..." Harry whispered to Deliah. "So? He clearly needs help. But wait... where are his parents? Oh my god, I totally forgot about that!" Deliah started to freak out. "Does he even have any? Nevermind, we should just forget about that and get inside." Harry replied as they stepped into the house. The wind fought the door as they closed it, and safe inside the comfort of her home Deliah smiled awkwardly at the redhead, and couldn't help feeling as if he didn't belong here.

-3 minutes later: Home-

Nick busted through the door; "Oh god, Deliah?! Deliah, please tell me you're here, please tell me you're safe." "DAD!" Deliah ran into her father's arms. "Thank god you're okay. But why weren't you at the field?! I was worried about you, I couldn't call you, the service- I-It's... What the hell is going on?! And who is this??" Nick exclaimed and gestured towards the boy. "I-I don't know... We got into the school, he was the only one there— The bus wasn't there or anything. It was pitch black and pouring rain." Deliah and Springtrap made eye contact, she noticed he was blank in the eyes. Obviously nothing had seemed wrong to him. "We need to lock the doors, close the blinds, everything. Get blankets, food. It's going to be a rough night, but I'm sure it's nothing" Nick said. Deliah nodded and followed along. Nick gestured for Harry and the boy to stay for now.

Deliah walked into her bedroom then felt a sudden shock in her body. Nothing, just Springtrap. "Hey! You just gave me a heart attack!!" she yelled at the robot. "Oops!" He said while picking her up bridal style. "waaAHH-!" she said while being picked up, then giggled. She made serious eye contact with him. "This isn't a joke Springy. You need to help out. Please... For me?" "If I feel like it." He said as he flopped himself onto the bed. "Come onnn ya lazy heap!" Deliah heaved a pile of blankets from her closet onto the bed and looked outside.

The trees looked like they were about to blow over, and she was grateful none of them grew near her house. She shivered as it was already starting to get chilly since fall had been approaching, the cold wet rain pounding down on the roof of the house didn't exactly heighten the temperature either. "Springy I mean it— I need help getting the house ready for the storm, I'll freeze at this rate!" She rubbed her shoulders and could feel goosebumps on her arms. Suddenly she was swept up into a fuzzy hug, "Who needs blankets when you have a giant animatronic robot?" He nuzzled her head. She giggled, "I can't argue with that!" She looked up at him, no longer as cold and he sat her down, grabbed a blanket, and wrapped her in it. "Come on, let's go help Harry and the others." Nick tucked a towel under the doorway to keep the warmth in. The strange skinny redhead was sitting on the couch, looking very out of place and like he had no idea why he was here. Nick didn't either. "So, is it ok with your parents that you're here?" The kid jumped and looked over his shoulder at Nick. "I- no they don't. They don't care much for me though, they've never cared when I've gone missing before. I'm sure they won't be surprised when I come home after the storm." Nick stared at the kid and felt a little bad for him. He couldn't imagine how horrible it must feel for your parents to not love you, "Well you can stay here for as long as you need."

Nick started the kettle and made some hot chocolate. He stared at the pot as it started to whistle hot air, his mind wandered as he listened to the rain pounding on the roof, relaxing for the first time in a while.

The few moments of peace he had were shattered as he heard a loud scream and thud on the floor in the living room. "What the hell happened!?" yelled Nick running into the room. The first thing Nick saw was Deliah hugging onto Springtrap's arm as they both sat there wide-eyed and confused, then he turned his attention to the heap lying on the floor, messy red hair pooled around his face and he was still. "Oh my god! What did you do to him!?" He slumped down and checked to make sure he was breathing, then turned his cold glare at Springtrap "You hurt him didn't you!" "What the hell, man! I didn't do anything!" Springtrap said angrily. "Dad, it's true." Deliah agreed. Springtrap towered over Nick, glaring down at him. The old Springtrap would have snapped and made a scene, but he had changed; gotten control of his feelings. It was completely silent except for the whistle of the hot water on the stove, Springtrap looked from Nick to the kid lying dead still. "Well? Are you going to help the kid off the floor or what?" Nick glared at him, lately, he hasn't had anything to yell at Springtrap over or threaten to kick him out, it made him mad beyond words.