#FNaF Mama Nessa

[hexyz09]

Idea/scenario 14: The Pizzaplex collapses

Behold, a continuation of sorts from idea 3

It has been around 4 months since the 3 star ending and everything is going quite well. Vanessa is finally almost back to feeling like her old self again, her nightmares have been getting less severe and less frequent. In fact she has decided to start trying to do those old STEM style talks from before as a way to tackle her fear head on.

Gregory has gotten used to being cared for again and being part of a family again and has grown as close to Vanessa as he is Freddy. He has also been enrolled in a school and is already in the top 5 percent and is causing general chaos. Freddy is- (Gregory! I must inform you that I am… morbiuously obese :D) -...still Freddy. Luis and Vanessa are also in a healthy relationship and are a lot closer than before, much to Gregory's (joking) annoyance and teasing.

The 3 of them have also gotten closer to the other animatronics (on their first official meeting as a group after fixing everything, Luis wouldn't stop geeking out being close to them). They have races with Roxy, golf with Monty, and cook with Chica (Vanessa is especially good at the latter). Sun/Moon tells great stories during sleepovers, and also gives Vanessa advice on dealing with her nightmares. 

So everything is going well for the Found Faz Fam!

However, all is not well with the Mega Pizzaplex. You see, back when it was first constructed, Fazbear Entertainment didn't exactly have a lot of money. They had invested most of it into what would become their failed venture that was the Fazbear Funtime Service.  So they were tight on cash when they decided to try and build an entire mall and also began developing the VR game at the same time. As a result they have to cut corners, a LOT of corners. They don't install enough emergency exits, and the one that they do requires a VIP pass. They don't install a fire extinguishing system, or at least not an adequate one. They build over the remains of their old restaurant because they still own the land it is on (under?)

They also use structural members that can only just BARELY hold up the planned weight of the roof and ceiling. The truss members (these things) they end up using are also not rated for commercial civilian use, and aren't designed to handle the vibrations caused by the thousands of people walking through the mall. The ceiling also winds up being heavier than expected, but they don't change anything about the trusses. FE don't even have the trusses installed properly, they need to get the mall built quickly in order to reduce labor costs and try to start making money as fast as possible. They also want to open the mall and release the VR game at around the same time to maximize potential profits whilst reducing advertising costs since they can just advertise both for the same amount of time, further rushing the construction process.

This also isn't helped by the later edition of the DJMM which means the installation of a series of tubes going through the walls, further weakening the entire structure. Roxy Raceway is particularly at risk due to it being located on top of the actual sinkhole. This means that there isn't as much support from the foundation, bottom, because there is less surface area to put foundation on. So the roof of that section is holding up even MORE load.

So every structural member in the building is both pitifully ill-equipped and hilariously overstressed. It is not a matter of IF the mall will collapse but WHEN. 

This "when" was moved closer and further exacerbated by Gregory's actions during "that night"; not that anyone knew. Monty falling from the catwalks, Roxy getting hit by a go kart through a wall, and DJMM's chase only served to make the situation worse.

This is shown by visual signs over the next few months. There are more cracks in the walls, parts of the ceiling sag, and paint starts to chip as other parts of the mall start to deform. Some of the staff are concerned about this, but the general manager assures them that they will, "fix it". All they do is paint over the cracks each time they appear and hope no one notices.

The final breaking point is when Monty and Roxy try "aerial jousting". Basically Monty saw how the daycare attendant could fly on strings and he decided he wanted some of that action. So he tied some strong rope to the catwalks (the same ones he fell from) to try it out. Roxy saw this and wanted to try it out as well. So they both decided to turn it into a little competition. They would run towards each other before leaving off the catwalks and… ok they hadn't gotten to that part yet. They ended up breaking the catwalks under the strain, fell and had to get repaired, much to the chagrin of everyone else. This only further damaged the support structure.

So the stage is set for disaster.

It all starts on a seemingly normal day. This day is a special one for Gregory, he got a 100 on a really difficult test that no one else did well on. As a reward, Vanessa has decided to take him to an actual front row performance of the band, instead of their "special pass" (from idea 1) location. This consists of some folding chairs placed as far as possible from the stage with a sign that says "special pass performance viewing area, for our worst security guard ever". The front row tickets are ludicrously expensive, which is why Vanessa doesn't get them often.

So Gregory, Vanessa and Luis arrive early and have some time to kill before the show starts. Gregory goes off to harass the staff bots since Freddy and the others are busy entertaining other children. He makes sure to promise to meet back up with Vanessa at a specified time. Luis and Vanessa, meanwhile sit down at El Chips and talk about…idk whatever friends/couples talk about. Maybe a new video game? Actually that makes sense, we'll go with that. 

Then, it happens. After only 11 months, one of the overburdened truss members holding up the roof of the mall over Roxy Raceway finally fails. The massive load redistributes to the remaining truss members. Initially they are able to handle it for a few seconds as designed, but they cannot handle even a slight increase in load at this point and they also start to fail one by one.

With a massive roaring sound and shaking that fills the entire mall, the entire section of roof over the Raceway collapses. It crashes to the floor with an even louder BANG! and causes the building to shake even more. Concrete dust fills the room and begins to disperse throughout the mall.

By some miracle, no one is injured. All of the people in Roxy Raceway were undergoing a safety brief by Roxy near the entrance ("You know what's just as cool as me? Safety."), so they were spared. Amazingly, everything has stabilized, it would seem that the loss of the roof over the raceway has reduced the overall load on the structure so the poor trusses finally get a bit of a reprieve. Unfortunately the shaking has also caused the truss members to get more damaged as well, so it's a net loss. 

For a few seconds after the collapse, there is total silence. People are still trying to process what has just happened, some think it is an earthquake before dust and the sight of the sunlight being visible where it shouldn't be clues them in. Then the screaming starts and everyone starts making a break for the only obvious exit, causing severe crowding and even more panic. The animatronics and staff try their best to organize an orderly evacuation 

Vanessa, meanwhile, goes into panic mode and starts frantically attempting to call Gregory on her phone whilst running to where he was last located. She is trying her best not to assume the worst, but there is still that little voice of doubt. One she still has after all this time, one that sounds like HER but isn't, one that says, "I knew you wouldn't be able to keep him alive, you failure".

Vanessa steadfastly ignores the doubt and continues running, Luis following closely behind with a determined look on his face.

They find Gregory near Roxy Raceway, looking quite perturbed and staring at the hole where the ceiling used to be. Vanessa nearly faints out of sheer relief. She lowers herself to her knees and pulls him into a massive hug. Luis joins in after a bit of persuasion, before the 3 of them make their way to the exits.

The next hour passes quickly, all the animatronics are removed from the building at management's request to keep them safe. (despite not ordering an official evacuation for the patrons at all) The bots reconvene with the 3 peeps and just sort of stare and talk as ambulances, police cars and news crews fill the parking lot. After an hour police have moved everyone around a mile away from the building and are just starting to make a plan on what to do next when there is a large rumble.

Everyone can only watch as the remaining bit of the pizzaplex collapses, the damage being simply too much for the rest of the structure to handle. With a boom and a cloud of dust, the Freddy Fazbear Mega PizzaPlex is destroyed.

Fazbear Entertainment is quickly sued but isn't even able to afford a lawyer so are forced to pay for everything. They don't have the money for this and file for bankruptcy, finally killing the company and ending a terrible legacy of darkness. 

"But what happened to the robots?" you may be wondering. Well, Vanessa, out of the pureness of her heart, would likely try and figure out where to temporarily keep them until she can find a more permanent solution. Maybe they can stay at her place, if it is big enough. Or she could convince her workplace, Silver Parasol, to have them roam the workspace. (This could provide a great opportunity for writers to make a "FNAF but its The Office" thing)

You could do anything you want! After all, I am not the artist. All I do is simply provide the clay. 

I'm pretty sure when Fazbear Entertainment had Roxy and Monty designed for the Teenage/Young Adult Audience to be party goer types, and the "Bring the Roof Down" vibe, they didn't mean it literally. XD But alas, that is what happened. Granted, they aren't at fault what so ever, but still. XD Unlike Gregory, they have fall damage. XP

But back to the idea. This just goes to show that for those who like having the child live in the Pizzaplex after everything, steps gotta be taken on account that the mall is very much not structurally sound.

How it's managed to keep standing for around five years, I have no clue, though granted, I can at least excuse that most of the damage in game can be attributed to Vanny and 46's efforts in maybe the past two years at most.

But. It's an interesting idea that the company was almost broke when they decided to build the Pizzaplex. As in, the Plex itself may have been it's last chance to pull itself out of the metaphorical gutter. But alas. They screwed up. They should have just filed for Bankruptcy from the beginning and tried to start the company again a new, away from the previous location and not build it over a former restaurant. That looked like it hadn't surprisingly been in a horrible fire.

Though as interesting as this whole making an Animatronic version of "The Office" sounds, and it really does, I'm more staring at the Gregory and Vanessa fluff scenes. Especially how the latter just downright pulls him into a bear hug and lightly doesn't let go for a bit. XP You missed a moment to have him calling Vanessa mom in this ask go to waste~!!!

P.S: Freddy. You were always Fat. It's time you accepted it.

#FNaF Gregory #FNaF Vanessa #FNaF Luis #FNaF SB #FNaF SB Glamrock Freddy #FNaF SB Roxanne Wolf #FNaF SB Montgomery Gator #FNaF SB Chica Chicken #FNaF Mama Nessa #Halogenrobotics #ask

[riahlynn101]

"Of Headaches and Heartaches" (18).

Big thank you to @halogenrobotics for editing and helping with the plot!

Trigger warnings: blood, implied/referenced child abuse, kidnapping, and minor character death.

Fair warning, this chapter does get a little bit heavy. If you would like a TL;DR I'd be more than happy to provide one for you, as this chapter also contains some plot-relevant tidbits. Take care of your mental health first!

Chapter 18

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Vanessa yawned. Her back and neck ached - a surefire sign that she fell asleep on her couch again. Opening her eyes, she’s proven right. Her body is half-slumped over the armrest, head laying on her arm. 

Ah, that explained why she can’t feel her arm. 

Idly, she shook it.

A pins and needles sensation shot up and down her arm. The sound of paper being crumpled up got her attention. Gregory sat in front of her coffee table. 

“Ow,” she muttered, internally cursing her past self for choosing one of the worst sleeping positions ever. When it passed, she reached out to pat Gregory’s messy bedhead. “Goodmorning, Greg.”

He said nothing, just crumpled up and uncrumpled the paper. Taking his time, smoothing it out, before using both hands to ball it up. 

“Uh…Gregory?” Vanessa poked him.

The crackling noise of the paper seemed impossibly loud in the quiet of early morning. 

For a second, Vanessa feared she hadn't really woken up. It wouldn’t be the first time the rug has been pulled out from underneath her. 

If not for Luis’ soft snoring next to her, and a general lack of impending doom and sense of foreboding, she might have believed that. But-at least for now-she felt safe. Until Vanny, herself, popped out from some dark corner, she was going to hold onto that hope. 

“Greg,” she said again. “Everything alright?”

Gregory hummed. 

Vanessa breathed a sigh of relief. It was odd he still hadn’t looked at her, but she chalked it up to him being tired. They had kept Gregory out late last night after all. “I’ll get breakfast ready, okay?”

He hummed again, little hands crumpling and uncrumpling the newspaper on the table. She made a mental note to clean it up after breakfast.

Her kitchen was a mess. Pans and mixing bowls they used to make cookies sat in an untidy stack next to her sink. 

Vanessa sighed, reaching for a box of lucky charms. Yet another thing added to her bucket-list. Usually, having tasks pile up caused her to go into-what she has fondly started calling-“shutdown mode.” The term, she thought, was very on-brand for someone that worked day-in and day-out with robots. 

Robots aside, when she shuts down, it’s hard to get anything done. 

But today was different. 

She could just feel it. 

Vanessa poured three bowls of cereal. She balanced the three bowls in her arms, somehow managing not to slosh milk or cereal on the ground.

Back in the living room, Luis was awake, watching Gregory continue to play with the newspaper. She placed a bowl of cereal on the table in front of him, patting him on the head. 

She joined her boyfriend on the couch. “Well, goodmorning.” She handed him a bowl.

“What’s this?” He asked, voice still groggy with sleep. 

She giggled. “Cereal.”

Luis side-eyed her. 

“Okay, okay, Lucky Charms. There was a sale at the supermarket.”

“Thank you,” he murmured. 

They ate in silence, the only sounds were the occasional clang from a spoon hitting the sides of a nearly-empty bowl. It was not the oppressive quiet that preluded all her worst nightmares, nor the kind she had gotten used to. The sort that follows you around, hanging over you. Never leaving your side, even in a crowded room. Self-imposed isolation.

Loneliness. 

The crinkling sounds returned as soon as Gregory finished off his cereal. They were louder this time, and Gregory’s movements were more aggressive. 

Luis and her exchanged a glance. “Gregory,” he started, coming over to kneel down next to him, “Is everything okay?”

He uncrumpled the paper (again), using his hands to smooth it out. 

“It’s fine if you don’t want-”

“I hate her,” Gregory interrupted, glowering at the newspaper in front of him. It was so different from his usual cheerful attitude that Vanessa looked around to make double-sure this wasn’t some cruel joke her tormentors are playing on her. 

Even Luis leaned away from him, eyes widening a bit. But he quickly recovered, pointing at something on the paper that Vanessa couldn’t see. 

“Who?” He asked. “Her?” 

Gregory bowed his head. “She’s a liar.”

“Greg, wha-”

He turned to Vanessa. “Mommy promised I’d see her after daycare.” His bottom lip quivered. She reached out for him. The revelation that he may have solved his own missing person’s case hadn’t registered to her. The only thing that mattered was the child on the verge of tears in front of her. 

“She promised,” he cried, looking over his shoulder at the newspaper clipping. “But Miss Cheyenne picked me up instead.”

“...Miss Cheyenne?” Luis asked, voice soft. 

“Miss Cheyenne is mommy’s person.” 

“Person?” Vanessa tilted her head to the side. 

“Uh, huh, person. She has this big, huge book that she writes in. And she writes a lot, especially when she talks to mommy. She also cleans a lot and drived me to daycare.”

Luis’ brows furrowed. “And what happened to Miss Cheyenne?”

“She picked me up from daycare, like she always did. But….” Gregory’s shoulders shook. He threw himself at Vanessa, clinging to her. “She….Miss Cheyenne didn’t take me home.”

Her stomach twisted. 

“I asked-ed her too, but she wouldn’t. She said mommy didn’t want me no more.” He sobbed, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “And she was soooo mean to me. Miss Cheyenne was nice. I don’t understand why she turned mean? Why? Why didn’t my mommy want me no more, Mama ‘Nessa?”

He cried harder, tiny hands gripping her shirt, as if trying to ground himself. 

Vanessa stroked his hair. She fought the urge to track Gregory’s mother down. All this time they’d been searching for a woman that gave up her own son without telling him why. And if he was old enough to remember this then it had to have been somewhat recently. No, the title of mother wasn’t befitting of someone so…vile. 

Monster was more like it. 

“You’re safe now,” she murmured into his hair. “Your mama and papa got you.” 

Luis laid a gentle hand on his back. 

It felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, like she could finally breathe again. Gregory recognizing his mom in the paper meant they had a name to work with. 

Eventually, Gregory’s cries tapered off. His breathing evened out, and it was not long before he fell asleep. 

“Poor guy,” Luis said, frowning. 

Vanessa hummed. “Can you hand me the newspaper he was looking at?”

“Sure.”

The newspaper was a mess of wrinkles and creases, making it a little hard to read. She sighed, doing her best to read it around Gregory’s sleeping form. The article itself seemed standard enough. 

It was about the dangers of ignoring your mental health. Something she knew all too well. She chuckled a little at her own joke, ignoring the concerned glance Luis sent her. 

She scanned the article, looking for a sign of what set Gregory off. Because surely a block of text hadn’t done it. 

Vanessa had to reread it again, not seeing anything out of the ordinary. She was just about to ask Luis if he grabbed the right one when her eyes saw the name of the writer of the article. One, Dr. Maria Torrez (pictured with her assistant, Cheyenne Michaels in her office, on page nine).

Amber eyes flashed into her mind’s eye. A kind smile and a soft laugh. 

Blood.

Everywhere. 

Screaming. 

Vanessa shook her head, forcing down the unwelcome thoughts. Before she could think better of it, she flipped the piece over to page nine. 

Two women stood in front of a cozy-looking office. There were bookshelves full of familiar books and a child-size table sat in the corner of the room. One of the women had bottle-blonde hair and a smug smile on her face. The other one……

The other one had dark brown hair and…Vanessa threw the paper away from her. Luis made a startled sound. 

“‘Ness, are you okay?”

She shook her head. 

-x-x-x-

Luis was shoved out of the apartment so fast his head spun. Vanessa was rambling, which was usually not a great sign. But she told him to leave her be for a few hours, muttering something about needing to be alone. 

He hesitated, trying to reason with her. His attempt failed, if the door in his face and the squirming toddler in his arms was anything to go by. 

Luis got closer to the door. “‘Ness, I’m taking Gregory to the mall for a little bit.” When he got no response, Luis added, “Just know, I’m here for you. Whatever it is you’re going through, you’re not alone.”

Defeated (for now), Luis made his way to the entrance of the apartment building. Gregory tugged on his shirt, making desperate gestures towards Vanessa’s apartment. “Mama ‘Nessa,” he whined. 

“I know, bud. ‘Ness just needs a while to cool down. Everything will be alright.”

-x-x-x-

Everything was not alright. 

There’s scratch marks on her arms from where she dug her nails in, trying to distract from memories she’d rather forget. She lays curled up on her bed, covers over her head.

The terrifying panic that had previously gripped her felt less severe now. It wasn't gone, just…Vanessa was too exhausted to continue freaking out. A detached-numbness took its place. 

She closed her eyes, pleading with whatever entity thought it funny enough to put her through all that she had, to let her drift off. To let her forget, for an hour at least. Please, please let her sleep…

-x-x-x-

Luis carried Gregory around the store. He tried to use a cart, but Gregory refused to stop clinging to him. Probably uneasy about ‘Ness’ outburst. Not that Luis could blame him. It was like a switch had been flipped. One second they had been on the cusp of solving a missing person’s case, excited but solemn. The next…

….the next, Gregory was shoved into his arms, and Vanessa begged him to leave her alone for awhile. 

“Papa Luis, look!” Gregory shouted, pointing at the window of a petstore. A couple of large fish tanks sat in the window, clusters of colorful fish swam around inside. He wriggled in Luis’ arms. “Please.”

Luis chuckled, letting him down. Instantly, Gregory was gone, staring in rapt fascination at the different fish. 

He started to follow after the runaway child, but he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. “Hey!” He called out, waving at the man who had helped him out. 

The man smiled at Luis, coming over to join him. 

“Hello,” he said, in the same somber tone of voice. 

“How are you doing?” Luis watched Gregory in his peripheral vision, making sure he stayed put. The last thing he needed was for him to go missing. (Though, he’s sure his uncle would love the company. Wherever he is.)

“I’ve…been better. You must really like this mall. I mean I’ve seen you here this week, what? Three times?” 

Luis laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, this week has been….chaotic.”

“Story of my life,” the man said. 

“Papa Luis!” Gregory yells. Both of them turn to look at him. His back was to them, and he’s pointing at one of the fish in the tanks. “This one’s blue!” 

Luis goes to introduce Gregory to the man, but he was already sprinting towards the preschooler. Immediately, he was on the man’s tail, trying to prevent him from reaching Gregory. His heart thundered in his chest. 

“Stop!” He hollered, hoping someone will do something. “Gregory! Run!” 

But despite his best efforts, the man reached Gregory first. Luis was a second too late. The man scooped Gregory into a hug. He squirmed in the man’s grasp. 

“Let me go!” He slapped at the man’s back. “Papa Luis, help!”

“Gregory, baby, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” The man hugged him tighter, crying. 

Gregory froze, eyes widening. “Daddy?” 

-x-x-x-

The last two weeks had been hell for Vanessa. Time management had never been her strong suit, but surely she’d remember getting groceries? But whenever she tried to think about it, she couldn’t recall getting them. 

And it didn’t stop at shopping.

Other things, like beating a video game she was ecstatic about, making dinner, or even polishing her silverware (which she had never done before in her life, but hey, her knives and forks have never looked better), were done without her having any memory of doing them. 

Ever since she played that stupid video game…..

She groaned, feeling a headache come on. 

“Vanessa, sweetheart, are you alright?” A woman-her therapist at the moment, though now that she was between jobs with no insurance, that was bound to change soon-asked. She had dark brown hair and small, almond eyes the color of honey. Her voice was soft, and hearing her speak put Vanessa at ease. Even if she didn’t show it. 

“Yeah…yeah, I’m fine. Sorry.” She cleared her throat, shifting in the chair.

“It’s quite alright.”

Vanessa nodded.

She’d been seeing this therapist for a few sessions now, but the fog clouding her thoughts hasn't gotten any better. If anything it’s just gotten worse, and maybe that was her fault. For one, she hadn’t done any of the exercises recommended to help manage her anxiety. 

But…still, something didn’t feel right. A puzzle piece that refused to click into place. 

“Now, have you started journaling?”

She shook her head. 

Her therapist sighed. “I really think it would help. There’s been countless….”

Vanessa tuned her out. Something was very, very wrong. She gripped the armrests, trying to refocus on the person in front of her. 

This started after she finished that game. The one that Faz-Entertainment forced the company she worked for to make.

Vanessa bit at her bottom lip, eyes fixated on her lap. She felt awful for ignoring Dr. Torrez, but her thoughts were speeding by her at a million miles per minute. It was hard to pay attention. 

“Vanessa,” a voice hissed. But when she looked around, no one was near her.

Her therapist said something, forehead wrinkling and mouth pressing into a tight line. She motions to something, but Vanessa can’t pay attention to her. 

“Vanessa,” the voice says again. “Listen to me.” 

She blinked back tears, fighting the urge to freak out. This…this wasn’t her inner monologue. This voice was different. Grizzled and old and had an accent Vanessa couldn’t imitate in her wildest dreams. 

“There, there, don’t cry.” 

Vanessa wanted so badly to open her mouth, but she couldn't. It won’t let her. 

“I’m sure you’re confused.”

She did her best to focus on Dr. Torrez, who was going over another exercise to manage her anxiety. 

“Here, let me show you.”

The things she couldn’t remember came rushing back to her. She saw herself racing through levels on the video game she’d been waiting for, cleaning her kitchen, and buying groceries. 

She saw herself at the grocery store, examining kitchen utensils. Vanessa settled on a large kitchen knife.

She saw herself back in her apartment, getting ready for her therapy appointment, sticking the knife in her bag. 

Vanessa gasped, or at least tried too. But the thing, whatever it was, had a vice-grip on her throat. Preventing her from calling out for help. 

“Now, now, don’t be like that. We can do this the easy way, or…”

She shook her head, Maria saw this and assumed Vanessa was talking to her because she turned around to rummage around in a bin behind her desk. A candy bin for anxious patients, to give her something to focus on. Which usually worked wonders. 

Usually. 

Her body tensed up. 

“The hard way it is.”

Vanessa tried to scream. The sound didn’t reach beyond herself. 

A hand-her own hand, though she wasn’t moving it-slipped into her bag. It rifled around, finally wrapping around a handle of some sort. It was small and almost felt like a-

Vanessa felt her face stretch into a wide, almost uncomfortable grin. 

Her therapist turned back, placing a few bubblegum suckers on her desk. Vanessa’s favorite. 

“Vanessa, what…are you alright?” 

Vanessa watched on in horror, trapped in her own body, as she lunged at Dr. Torrez. Knife out and aimed at her heart. 

She screamed. 

It did no good. 

The attack was over quickly. But not quickly enough. Blood covered the walls, desk, and even the ceiling. 

The last thing she saw before she woke up was a framed photo on her desk. A little boy, no older than two or three, with chocolate brown hair and big eyes the color of honey. He was smiling, holding a raggedy-looking bear plushie to his chest. 

…Gregory…

-x-x-x-

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” The man glared at him, looking two seconds away from pummeling Luis right then and there. He probably already would have if not for Gregory.

“I can explain,” Luis said, waving his arms around frantically. “We didn’t kidnap him.”

“Oh. Well, did he just waltz out of the daycare by himself, drive all the way to Hurricane, and force you to take him in?”

“No, my girlfriend found him in an alley. He was in rough shape.”

The man relaxed a little. “Gregory, is this true?” 

Gregory nodded, resting his forehead against his father’s shoulder. “Uh, huh.”

“Then who took you?”

“Miss Cheyenne.”

The man scowled, patting his son’s back. “God, I’ve always despised that woman.” Looking down at Gregory his expression softened just a little. “I suppose I should thank you then, for looking after my son.”

Luis nodded, unable to conjure up words. 

“Though, I do need to meet your girlfriend. You said she was the one that found him, right?”

Again, he nodded. 

“Well, I’m not doing anything right now. So, how about I follow you back to your place. We can clear up any misunderstanding, and me and Gregory can be on our way.”

“...Okay…” 

Luis turned towards the entrance of the mall, feeling weirdly numb. Shouldn’t he be happier? This was what they’ve wanted this whole time… Wasn’t it?

“Oh,” the man started, walking side-by-side with Luis, “I’ve never introduced myself, have I?”

Luis can’t bring himself to respond, but the man continued on anyway. 

“Evan Afton,” he said, happier than before. 

The name felt familiar, but Luis couldn’t focus on anything besides getting back to Vanessa’s apartment, and trying to explain what just went down. Hopefully she’s calmed down enough.

“Luis Cabrera,” he muttered back.

#cross posted on ao3 #fnaf gregory #fnaf au #fnaf fanfic #fnaf vanessa #fnaf security breach #fnaf evan and gregory #fnaf evan #mama nessa