What I Want

A Non-Needed Introduction and Deep Thoughts.

"..Okay! Let's start the tour." Will exclaimed less cheerfully, but, regardless, tightened his grip on Jack's hand and looked old sport in the eyes. Jack felt uneasy looking into the Aubergine's eyes. They were dark and hollowed out, but two small white digits, which seemed to be glowing, were centered in the middle of the black circles.

Jack sighed before being dragged to god knows where by said Aubergine.

Whilst being carried away to certain areas around the Diner, Jack couldn't help but resume his train of thought.

So. He was at Fredbear's. The suits were designed and the place looked fresh, as if it had only opened a minute ago. Jack eventually figured that this Diner hadn't even actually opened yet, and they were probably still building it.

Old sport could only presume based on the half-painted walls which, for some reason, he hadn't noticed when he first walked in. Probably because those unreasonably bright ass lights (they weren't even pointing at the stage. Just at the floor when you walked in). A few stray yellow paint cans were littered within the whereabouts of the diner, as well.

Some props and unused animatronic parts (maybe? Jack wasn't too sure. These looked like animatronic parts, but more complex and a different exterior design than the ones at the Colorado or Bakersfield location.

Odd. He was honestly glad they changed the designs, to be frank. Trying to wind up those looking springlocks with a hand crank would probably make Old Sport pass out from the stress. Maybe this was why Dave was so fucking good at winding the springlocks.

Or..

Was..

Jack, being crestfallen, was forced to end that train of thought before he made himself start crying. He quietly cleared his throat so William wouldn't notice. To his delight, he didn't.

Old sport had taken note of a few different things about his appearance from here to when he met him when he started working at Fredbear's, god knows how long ago.

William appeared taller, somehow, than the time he met him that fateful day. His skin was barren of any kind of scars, aside from Jack cringed. -(link!)

His tail appeared to be more expressive than when he first met him, at Fazbender's, too. Aside from that, his purple hair was styled as it usually was, long and beautiful, Jack though with a faint smile. He was wearing a light blue uniform with a white tie and navy blue slacks, as well as.. Eugh.. Jack made a face as he looked at William's dirty ass shoes. They looked like he fished them out of a dumpster (which, honestly, Jack didn't doubt.)

Also, Henry was wearing a very similar outfit, except his was yellow with dark yellow slacks, and much, /much/ nicer shoes.

Old sport suddenly had a thought. He remembered these certain outfits.

Jack remembered seeing a, in the bear. era, with Harry, (god how much he fucking missed that stupid black rotary phone), picture of Henry and Will with these identical outfits (not to mention, Jack was in the background [pre-tangerine]. He cringed when he remembered that.) with the date [REDACTED] engraved poorly with what it looked to be a sharp tool in the picture frame.

That meant the year was about.. [REDACTED]? Yeah, somewhere around there. Fredbear's would open in a week or so, maybe, from what he remembered.

He shivered. That meant he didn't have much time until he was.. Hang on..

..Hired?

Jack felt dizzy. He tried hard to think about what that word could possibly mean. Why was it so foreign to him..? He had seen that word before.. He thought..

Old sport blinked dramatically. What the fuck was that about?

Anyways.

[REDACTED] was the year Jack would be.. hired. That meant his..

He rubbed his temples.

Little sister-

..What?

Why was this word coming to him..?

..Jack didn't have a little sister.

He didn't recall having any family members, actually.

All he remembers from his alive life time was Henry, Dave, a dude named..

PETER..

AND A LITTLE GIRL NAMED..

DEE, MAYBE..?..

THAT WASN'T RIGHT.

THIS ISN'T RIGHT.

JACK NEVER HAD A FAMILY.

HE WAS AN ORPHAN.

HE HAD NO PARENTS.

NO SIBLINGS.

WHY WAS HE REMEMBERING- NO, HE WASN'T "REMEMBERING" JACK SHIT.

WHY WAS HE THINKING ABOUT THIS?

JACK KENNEDY DID NOT HAVE ANY SIBLINGS.

NO FAMILY.

JUST HIMSELF.

W A S A L L H E H A D .

J A C K K E N N E D Y D O E S N O T H A V E A F A M I L Y.

J A C K K E N N E D Y D O E S N O T H A V E A F A M I L Y.

J A C K K E N N E D Y D O E S N O T H A V E A F A M I L Y.

J A C K K E N N E D Y D O E S N O T H A V E A F A M I L Y.

J A C K K E N N E D Y D O E S N O T H A V E A F A M I L Y.

and he never will.

Jack gave a yelp as a dagger of pain shot through his head.

What the shit?!

Ow, he thought bitterly, putting a hand to his head. Jack hardly noticed Will jump at the sudden noise, putting an end to his rambling (Jack honestly didn't know nor care what he was talking about because, at some point, he heard the name "Henry".)

"Old sport?! What happened? Are ya okay?!" William spoke frantically, his voice sprinkled with worry.

What the fuck was that?!

It was like his brain didn't want him to let him think about something.

He couldn't think for a hot minute and all of a sudden a piercing headache shot through his head.

Old sport took a deep breath, looking Will in the eyes.

Caught off guard by whatever the fuck that was, he stumbled over his words. "I-I'm good, just a h-headache, these lights are n-not okay," Jack murmured angrily, gesturing around the building. Will rocked on his heels sheepishly.

"Ah. Yyyyeeaahh, I'll talk ta Henry bout that real soon!"

Jack gave a small nod as the two continued walking.

He honestly didn't want to think about what just happened. His head was throbbing with pain and it was hard to think straight.

Jack would eventually ponder about it in the future. For now, William Afton was giving him a tour of Fredbear's Family Diner. Said tangerine took a shaky, deep breath, composing himself with a smile.

Everything was okay right now.

*

oh!
well that certainly happened!
dont ask bout it in the comments or else itll spoil the whole fanfic 4 u :rage: /lh
also oopsies 3000 words that is a new record. wow