Anyway, there was something wrong with the Fizzy animatronic, and tonight he was going to go down there to see if there is a reason she refuses to go even a foot near it. But he was going to need some help. His son, Fizzy's manager, was working today. Perfect.
As he looked around the Emporium for a while, he eventually saw Daniel sitting on the other side of the room. A pretty young woman was talking to him, well more like flirting really, and Daniel as always, was not into it AT ALL.
Daniel looked around, a clear distaste for the person talking to him written all over his face. His hands were gripping the seat tightly in anger, as words began rushing through his head...
M̸̤͎͙̥͎̬̀͌̍͋͆͌̂̏̒̎̓̉͌͠a̷̢̢̡͉̭̺͈̰̭̝̖̣̙̯̋ͅl̶̨̧̨͍̦͈̭̲̱̟͙̫͙̦͋̊̋͑̐̾͗̅͗̉̕̕͝a̸̡̡̡͍̝̲͖̪̘͂̈́̃̇̊̆̀̽̂̽͝m̴̢̨̛͕̮̻̰͓̺̝̤̊̏̕͜ ̴̛̦̯̹͓̈̆̆̒̅͌̋͒͝t̵̺̫̝͇̓̅ư̸̢̪͇̫͎̩̘͆́̄͊̏̉̀̅̃̈́͝à̸͙̦̹̫̭̪̔͛͛́͊͝m̵̧̦͈̫̬̯͔̑͗̇͌͆̎̇̍̋͊̓͑̄̑ ̶͍̩̯̺̗͚̻́̾̓̈́̎̍̋̉͊̚a̶̞̟̬̭̘͉̪̹̖͇̐̓ͅṅ̵̘̫̟͐̂̾́͝ȋ̶͚̠͓͓̬̈́̉̐̄̈́͋̔m̶̯̞͚͉̟̖̟̠̟͉̼͕̱̦̪̎͂̂̇͂a̵͓̓͌̂́͊̔͂́͂̇͌͊̕͝m̸̧͙͖̖̠̞̭̟̩͓̓̑̃̇̍̊̑͠͠ ̵̠̞͈̬̻̠̦͙̙̖̞̟͕̪͌͋̂͐͒̎ą̵̖͓̝͎͚͔͕͊̿͒̃̂̎̒͊̐͗̕͜ͅ ̵̪̬̖̞̗͚̮̬̦̞̚ͅm̴̻̹̽̋͑̄̋̃͗͒̍͋̉̋͘͜͠͠ő̶̬̹͚͔̳͇̹̣̙̭̲͈͑̄̎̈́̍̌̃͐r̵̮͉̤͉̳̠̻̺̗͑͒͜͝ţ̴̺̤̦̮̙͍̥̟̲͌͜ą̶̲͖̪̻̟̻̈͌́̾̄̀ļ̵̯͓̦͇̫̤̙͕̳̟͈͍̩̬͙͛̔̋͊́́̊̎̃̐̏͘̚͠i̸̦͓̙̘̭͕̝̼͉̙̩͔̻̝̘͗̆̎͌͌͛͝ ̴̛̛͖̈́̇͗͛̋͌̂̃́͑͘͝ç̸̇̿͛̑̀͂́̂̔͗͗̉ǭ̷̺̮̝͍̋̑̓͒r̵͕̠͕̙͎̐̇̽̅p̷̢̨̪̗̘̹̥͇͈͍̖̳͔̆̋̎͛̈́̓̄̌̏̏͐͛̈́͘͘ǒ̶̠̱̖̲̔̔̎̈́̀̆͑̎̓̋r̵̳͓͕͎̲̖͈̭͍̥̭͓͔͐͌ͅë̴͕̭̉͂͂̿̓͋͆ ̵̨͛̑͑̈́͛̓̔̊̽̚͠͠ạ̵̪̠̻̩̮̼͈̚͝b̴̛̰̎̋̕͠r̷̡̦̫̠̘̲̞͕̘̖͇̆̅̓͋̏̈́̃̄̀̇͘͠i̵̢̥͚͖̫͊͆̅̇̾͗̕͝p̵̱̪͙͍̥͕̓ͅi̶̛͎͇̬̹̦͈̫͈̼a̷̭̣̻̯̯͌͒̾̇̓̽̏͆̕͝ḿ̷̨̛͖̻̠͖̗͍̣̤̱͗͗́́̌,̴͓̮͖͋͑͆́̉͋͆̿̋͒̓̏̾ ̵̧͔̞̥̣͖̼͔̠̬̯̫̝͗̓͛͑̓̋͂̾̈̂̆͘͝û̶̡̘̦̫̋͗̆̆̚͠ͅt̸̯̤̜͇̻̰̖̄͌͑̆̀͛̓̋̚͝ ̷̢͍͕̩̺̿̋͆̍͒̓̆̈͊͆͑̃̓̕͝m̸̨̨̡̨̛̤̪̗̣̼͉̣̠͔̻̥̝͒̈́͒̈́̇͌́͆͊̉̃̒͘͝u̵̥͉̥̦̤̦̪͖͇̎̇͗̋̐̊͑̋̾͘͘͝ň̶̢̩̳̟̳̻̫͓̳͋̽͂̾̔̋̈͌̒͒̔͑̂̇̚d̵̨̹̭̼̩̟̣̤͎̝̗̮̿̈́̀̀̇̂͋̾̃̎̿̕͜͝u̸̢̡͇̭̤̤̹͙̯͙͛͑͆̂͋͝s̷̯̩̫̰̯̤̱̥̽̆̄͊̚͠ ̶̖̘̗͎͇̘̜̱͙̙͒̀͆̉͆̈̂̊́̀̽̚͠͝͝ḁ̸̲̮̩͇͚̠͉͛̍̉͋̑́̇̌̀̌̚͝l̵̥͍͙͖̹̞̝̰̖͎͍̉͒̌͘i̶͖̘͖͋́͑̅̈́̊̓͆̾̍̿̚ờ̸̡̜̫͓͙̲͎͈͙͎͐̈́͜͜ ̷̞̲̙̣̖͈̗̜͕̤͈̈́̒̅̐͌̑̀͗̊̐́͑̅͋͘͜p̷̧̹͕̜̞̮̲̦̹̪͚̮̅̓͂͘ͅā̸̫̞͈͕̲̯̞͈̻̥͌̓̈́̓̓͌͝͝ͅr̶̟͚̣̀̓̇́̐à̴͈̖̱̪͓̠̺͉̣̩͔̗̤̝̰͊͋͊ͅŝ̸̨̢̡̥̭̣̪̙͇͖̤̑ǐ̵̘̞̜͍̘͓̠͖̻t̸̤͙̰͂͋͐͗́̒̏́͌̔͠o̷̳͙̣̫͍̗̊́̈̓ ̶̢̨̪̠̩̺̳̖̘͂͜i̴̢̭̬̘̣̞̰̼̅̃̽̿̈́͒̽͋̿́̽̌̚n̴̢̨̖͖͎̳͚̣̞͒́f̸͓̤̝̣̫̱͑̑̉̐͒͜͠į̸̡̻̖͖̫̰̜͎͉̩̯̦͚̅̀͑̎̈́͊̌̎̓̉̄̑̑͌̉c̶̢̳̮̗̖̱̦̲̫͔̼̭͈̋̉̀͂̒͆͌̄̾̿̈́͊̀̈i̸̡̦̺̣͔̞̣̼̣͉̹͓͚̞͂̋̉͗̐̕t̷͇̻̘̪̟͓̊̍͆͛͆
But luckily, his father was around, saving the woman from Daniel after noticing his behavior.
"Excuse me miss, may I take a moment to speak to my employee? He's my son you see~" He politely interrupted.
A blush spread across her face as she glanced at the older man.
"I can see that~" She giggled before blowing a kiss at Daniel before strutting away. "Talk to you later handsome~" She bid farewell.
Once she was out of earshot, Mr. Grayson turned around to see what was up with his son.
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FanfictionDo you know what lies beneath? Beneath the ground, or even beneath those around you? You never think about it much, until it comes to the surface... And sometimes, it's too late. So come along with me... And learn about the tale of multiple families...
Chapter 26: 'Fizzy's Lament'
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