Remorseless

Chapter Thirty Five

A couple weeks had passed since discovered Marty's true identity. Though it didn't change our view of him, it did open our eyes to even worse deeds committed by Vincent,  who we now referred to as Springtrap. After all, he wasn't human.

We had fun building the safe room I would be staying in, or atleast where they thought I would be staying in. In reality, there was no way I would be hiding out when they did all the work. Also I wanted to see Uncle kick the crap outta Springtrap.  It was just satisfying.

All fun aside, we needed to take down Springtrap. I knew that in doing so, my friends, my love, and now my Uncle, would be able to move on. But where would that leave me?

I thought about it, the way they had already left me once, and how heartbroken I was then. My Uncle was barely enough to console me. And now, he would be leaving as Well. I didn't want to think about how lonely I would have been once this house we had-- now filled with you, laughter, great cooking and good times-- would be filled with belongings but would be empty. How would I walk through that empty house alone, no one to smile with?

I knew that we had to focus on the task at hand, and that was finding Springtrap. What came later, I guess I would have to cross that bridge when I came to it.

"Are you okay, (Y/N)?" Freddy asked, as I was just staring ahead, lost in my thoughts. I just looked at him, and forced a smile on my face.

"I'm fine." I replied, trying my hardest to push those thoughts to the back of my mind. I had to focus on the fact that everyone will have found peace,  not on what I wanted.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." I smiled wider.

"Good. Gordon has a plan to catch Springtrap. He wanted to talk to us about it over breakfast. Care to join?" He held his hand out for me to take.

"Yes, of course. I need to know what's going on too." I chuckled. He led me to the table, where I took a seat between him and Uncle. Everyone had plates of food in front if them and in the middle was a pile of blueprints.

"So glad you could join us, (Y/N)." Gordon smirked. There was a white board in there too.  He had prepared a whole presentation. 

I felt like I was in one of those pep talk meetings right before an important football game. I looked around at everyone, and they were smiling, like there was nothing wrong.  I envied that. Knowing that things would soon come to an end, I wasn't sure I would be able to smile truthfully anymore.

Gordon had one of those pointers to gesture to the different parts of the board when he drew it. Was this a plan meeting, or was it a war meeting? I wasn't sure at the moment.

"First things first, we need to hunt Springtrap down. Although we built a security system and safe room, the plan is not to lure Springtrap here." Gordon explained.

"That's good. He doesn't need to know where we live. Then he will have the advantage if he escapes, and we will have to have someone on lookout every night." Uncle explained, crossing his arms. Then a moment later he took a bite of the pancakes Chica had made.  "Mmmmm where have these things been all my life!"

It was funny how he reacted to the fluffy delicious pancakes. Well, in his defense they were pretty great.

Gordon doodled something on the white board that looked like they were supposed to be buildings, though they were just scribbled boxes.

"First," he began, and slapped the pointer to the board. He was having way too much fun with this. "We clear the warehouse.  That is the last time we have seen him, so it is a possibility that he hangs out there. Let's look there and take him out if we see him."

"Simple enough." Bonnie shrugged.

"Yes. Then,  if he isn't there,  we clear the area that our old house was burned in. He paid a visit there to communicate with us, knowing we would return there. He may do it again." Gordon continued to explain.

"Would we be sticking together,  or in groups?" Foxy asked.

"Uncle needs to be the one who destroys him. So we need to stick together. The third place," he whipped the pointer on the  board again. "Is our establishment. He was behind the animatronics in the facility,  so maybe he is hidining in the basement somehow. "

"Uh problem?" Freddy raised his hand slightly. "We sealed that place. And we have guests there in the restaurant, so it isn't like we can just tear it down."

"You're right. So we need to look harder to find any possible entrance. That way, we won't risk the guests. Also, should something happen while we're there, Uncle can get to Rockstar Bonnie. Everyone else will follow behind, with weapons of course, so we have eyes in every direction."

"Hey, that's good thinking. " Uncle complimented. "So enjoy the rest of the day kids. It may be the last we have together."

I knew it may have been, but still, he didn't have to remind me.