Bad Business Owner | TFF

Chapter 1

Btw, Springy is A.I Afton's nickname.

\Springy/

Bryan was acting strangely yesterday. He was quiet, he didn't really talk to anyone, he didn't want to play mini-games, and he left without telling anyone.

~FlashBack~

I was sitting on the Rockstar Stage, tinkering with a spare part that I could possibly use to fix Rockstar Freddy.

"Afton~" I heard Lefty wine beside me.

I looked up, "Yes?"

"When can you fix my eye?" He pouted.

I can understand where he's coming from, but Bryan and I haven't had much time to look at any replacement eyes. I've been focused on Rockstar Freddy, and Bryan was called away to some out-of-state business recently.

"I'll get around to it soon, Lefty. But right now I'm busy trying to fix these spare parts." I answered.

"But, Afton~" He wined again. "I still can't see properly! And you can fix Freddy whenever! I'm forced to just stay behind my curtain while all the kids play with all the others." He pouted, looking pretty sad.

"Sorry, Lefty." I apologised. "I promise, I'll buy a new eye for you soon."

He walked off, looking really bummed out...

I turned my attention back to the parts in my animatronic hands. Over time, oil soaked into my fur as I continued working on the gears.

"Dang it." I muttered to myself. Oil is pretty hard to remove from an animatronic's fur; especially mine, since I'm one of the original suits.

I placed the parts and tools back onto the stage and dusted myself off. I was about to walk to the Parts and Services Room to find my oil remover, because not surprisingly I get oil stains pretty often, but I heard the front door open.

I looked to the front door and saw Bryan walking it, folders in his crossed arms and bags under his eyes. "Good morning, Bryan."

"Oh, uh. Morning, Afton." He replied before speed-walking into his office.

"Huh." Bryan would usually stroll into the pizzeria with a bright smile on his face, and would greet us with his usual, 'Hey, guys!'

"I know he doesn't like me but... Did he even notice I was here?" Molten asked from beside the front door.

"Seems like he didn't..." I replied. "Wait, you didn't scare him like usual?!"

"I did! But it was like he didn't even notice I was there!" Molten yelled in frustration.

"Huh. I-I'll go check it out." I walked over to his office, completely forgetting about my oil-stained fur, and knocked on his door. "Hey, Bryan?"

No response.

"Bryan?~"

Still no response.

"Bryan!" I yelled through the door. At this point, even Molten was standing at the sidelines.

"Busy~!" He answered through the door.

I decided to leave him and go find that damn Oil Remover.

~End Of FlashBack~

I wonder what he was doing all day...

"Hey, Afton?" A voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked up and saw Orville looking kinda scared.

"Yes, Orville?" I asked him.

"I need your help. Foxy and Chica are at each other's throats for some stupid reason, and you're the only one here with common sense."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. I'll settle this petty argument."

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"AND THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS!" Funtime Chica yelled at Rockstar Foxy.

"AND WHY THAT BE, LASS?!"

"WELL, WHY DO YOU THINK?!"

"Why can't this happen every day?" Molten seemed to be enjoying this.

"YOU TWO IMBECILES ARE THE REASON BRYAN NEVER GETS ANY WORK DONE!" Helpy 'tried' to help.

"No, he's just a bad business owner." Happy Frog butted in.

"Yeah, no wonder this place had to be closed down a while ago." Funtime Chica added.

"Guys!"

All attention was turned to me.

"WHAT is this fight about?!"

"..."

"Okay, then. How about who started it?!"

"FOXY!" Funtime Chica instantly pointed at said animatronic.

"WHAT?! I'M GONNA CARVE YOUR EYES OUT!"

And so Rockstar Foxy chased Funtime Chica around the whole pizzeria.

I sighed, "Ugh." I turned to everyone else, "Anyone mind telling me what started this mess?"

"Bryan's fault! He's never here!" Happy Frog shouted.

"You can't just blame Bryan for everything that goes wrong here!"

"Yes we can." I heard everyone except Molten and Lefty reply with.

"Why is it always Bryan's fault?" I asked them.

"Because he's a bad business owner."

"He's never working."

"He goofs off all the time."

"He's the reason the pizzeria closed down."

"Are you guys serious?!" I snapped at them all, "Bryan has been spending 90% of his time here, just so he can make sure none of you guys are breaking anything! He has dozens of paperwork he needs to sort through, along with him and I trying our best to fix Rockstar Freddy!" Everyone was shocked by my outburst.

"Thanks, Afton..."

I turned around and saw Bryan walking through the front door.

"Bryan! Afton still won't fix my eye!" Lefty complained again.

"Maybe if you stopped complaining, he might have a reason too."

"Shut it, Molten." We all went wide-eyed at Bryan's comment.

"Hey, Bryan!" I ran up to him as everyone all divided into their own social groups. "How are you going?"

"Yeah, I-I'm good..." He looked distracted.

"You okay, Bryan?" I asked worriedly.

"I'm great!" He put on a bright smile, but I could tell it was forced...

"Okay, then."

"See you." He then ran back to the Parts & Services Room.

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