Chapter 41: Too Much To Handle
"What? What do you mean?"
Fritz was in denial. The puppet stepped back into his box, refusing to explain himself any more to the sixteen year old. He picked up the lid of the box, his thin, feeble arms shaking at its weight. Fritz ran towards the box, stopping him.
"What do I restore? Come on, this isn't fair! Tell me before I (kill you) lose my mind!" he ordered.
The puppet chuckled.
"Look around. Search for the answer. I'm surprised you haven't killed me, I would kill you if I wasn't in this state. Get out".
His last words stabbed the quiet atmosphere like a dagger as he closed himself in on his world of pain and destruction. Fritz didn't stop him, it was his choice. But, he felt anger boil up inside him, burning his fingertips as he closed them into a fist. He couldn't even escape the pain that the puppet clearly knew how to fix. He couldn't take away the pain of missing the old times, with his father, and even with his family unbroken. He arched his eyebrows, baring his teeth, and punched the nearest wall. The impact rumbled the room and the hall outside, but he wasn't satisfied.
He tore through a few crates, growling as he did. Punching the wall again and again, he cursed and shrieked, his fury reigning supreme. After a while, after the last punch, he stopped and stared at the large dent in the wall. He sighed and sunk down against the wall, his head in his hands. What did he do to deserve this? He heard shouting from outside the room, most likely from his father and his sister. They didn't deserve this either. He shouldn't have come in and scared them like this, and after hearing the commotion, they probably thought the puppet was beating him up. But he didn't want to open the door, he wanted to sit like an introvert and listen to his mind replay events of the past, allow his torturing memories to absorb him. He perked up; he heard a noise from the door...
The noise kept on going, the noise of a key. They must've found a spare key, or crafted a new one. He began to panic, what kinds of trouble would he be in now? The door swung open to reveal Sparky, wide eyed and panting. He tilted his head; he expected to see his father.
"Oh Fritz, what have you done?"
She ran up to him and threw her arms round him, her claws digging into the wall. She seemed angered too. He was too built up in backwards emotions to even speak, or compute what was going on. He just sat, staring at nothing, with his head bowed and blue eyes dulled and sad.
"Don't scare us like that. We thought the puppet had attacked you from the noise. Seems that you've just... Had enough..." she warned, studying the wreckage.
"Yes, I have had enough. I've had enough of us all being in pain. Why can't we just be like normal families? Like our old friends' families" he sighed, barely above a whisper.
"We've never really... Had a family like them... We've always been different, and we've always been apart. But we need to keep going Fritz, for Dad, for each other" she encouraged, trying to get through to him.
"I've always wondered how you survived all those years, trapped, alone, afraid. I couldn't do it. I'm struggling Sparky, I can't go on with us always being haunted by our pasts, literally. He was our last hope, and now he's gone. Why don't we just turn ourselves off, escape from it all".
Sparky shook her head, tears forming in her eyes.
"You want to know the truth? I tried to do that once, when I was in that nightmare. I took a knife and held it to my heart, telling myself I could leave if I wanted to, if the pain was too much for me to handle. Springtrap stopped me, and I'm glad he did. Why take your own life when things could get better?"
Fritz swallowed a lump in his throat, tears trailing down his cheeks.
"No... You're right. I should keep going, no matter how painful it is..."
He wrapped his arms round his sister, hoping she wouldn't see the expression on his face. He was angry, angry that she'd been at the point where she'd consider doing it. But Sparky had been through hell for five years, and the least she deserved was this.
"Come on, lets get out of here. But, we'll need to come back if we want this sorted".
The two got up, brushing their fur and heading for the door. Sparky shut it quietly, searching for the familiar face of their father. She heard muffled chattering from Pirate's Cove, beckoning Fritz to follow her. As they reached the door, Fritz stopped her briefly from opening it.
"He's going to kill me isn't he?" he admitted.
Sparky nodded, smiling. He rolled his eyes as he opened the door. Heads turned as the siblings wandered into the room, most of them sighing. Their father was in the middle of the robots, with Goldie talking to him. He tapped him on the shoulder, pointing at the bear standing sheepishly in front of him. Jeremy looked up, his dark green eyes locking with him. Fritz looked to the floor, his hands behind his back. He braced himself for a lecture, but was met with a tight hug and smiles all round. As he looked around at his friends, all watching and looking at him, he realised that he had a family right in front of him.
Perhaps not biologically...
But in his heart, they were the people who mattered to him the most...