I hope you die in a fire

by Thefemmefatale1

Summary:

Violet Lanes is the sole guardian of her younger sister Powder. Her dad Vander abandoned them after the death of their mom and left them stranded. Her "uncle" Silco is breathing down her neck about sharing custody of Powder. And she just got fired from her job as mall security for beating up some random dude. Her life is going great.

So, when Vi stumbles across a job offer for a night guard position, she doesn't really have any other choice but to take it.

But what the owner of the place doesn't prepare her for is a really hot sheriff who knows more than she lets on, her sister being able to talk to ghosts, and the animatronics coming to life each night. Only five more nights, then it's the weekend.

Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's pizza.

Chapter 1: Back for another bite - JT Music

It’s the same routine everyday for Violet Lanes. Or at least it was. Wake up once her alarm clock goes off. Get a quick workout made up of push ups, planks, and crunches. Shower but not for too long so she doesn’t rack up her water bill. Wake up her sister Powder. Make breakfast.

She cracks two eggs against the countertop, dumping the insides out into the plastic bowl and whisking. She adds a pinch of salt. She started doing that after Powder said she didn’t like salt on her eggs.

Powder walks out into the dining room, dressed in her school uniform. “Vi?” She rubs the remainder of sleep from her eyes while her sister pours the freshly whisked eggs into the oiled pan. The buttery smell of eggs cooking wafts into the air, making Powder’s stomach grumble.

“Yeah, Pow?” Vi looks up from scrambling the eggs in the pan, watching Powder begin to stuff crayons and paper into her school bag with pale blue eyes.

Powder zips her backpack shut, tossing it near the door. “How come you don’t have a job?” She walks over to the chair on the left side of the table, giving her a clear view of Vi stop cooking the eggs without having to crane her neck.

Vi turns around to face her sister, a clear frown on her face as she thinks up a response to her sister’s invasive question. “Ummm… how come you don’t have an A in gym?”

Powder shrugs. “Because I don’t try.” Vi scoffs.

“Uh, well I am trying to find a job so don’t worry about it.” She turns back to scrambling the eggs, adding a pinch more of salt.

Powder taps her nails against the wooden table, “Can you buy me crayons?” Vi stops herself from turning around to cuss out her little sister. Instead she settles for a petty chuckle.

“Get your grades up and I’ll think about it.” Powder scowls, tapping her nails more aggressively against the table while she watches her sister scoop the surprisingly not burnt eggs into two separate plates.

Vi rounds the corner with the plates in her hands, setting one down in front of Powder with a smirk. “Get a job and I’ll think about getting my grades up.” Powder stabs her fork into her eggs and stuffs some in her mouth.

Vi nearly drops her own plate of eggs. “Excuse me?” Powder hums.

“Uncle Silco says that you’re a good for nothing freeloader and if I lived with him, he’d buy me oil crayons.”

Vi’s jaw drops completely, eggs growing cold right in front of her while Powder happily feasts. “He said that?” Powder nods with her mouth once again full of eggs.

“Fucking piece of shit asshole… don’t repeat that.” She eats her eggs rather angrily, much to Powder’s content. She swallows her eggs and leans over the table.

“Okay, if I don’t, will you buy me oil crayons?” Vi smirks.

“I’ll kick you out if you repeat it.” Powder sulks back in her seat, arms crossed over her chest.

“Then you’ll never get oil crayons.” Vi glances at the grandfather clock right next to the front door. Oh shit. She scarfs down the rest of her eggs, grabbing her plate and Powder’s.

The younger girl shrieks. “Hey! I’m not finished!” Vi points to the clock while grabbing a sandwich from the fridge.

“We’re late!” Powder quickly gets up from her seat, pushing her chair in and grabs her coat. She struggles with the zipper a bit before Vi comes to her rescue. She tosses Powder the sandwich, grabs the car keys and practically rips the front door open. “Come on! We have to go!”

The drive to Powder’s fancy ass school is rather peaceful, only problem is Powder seems determined to let Vi know what Silco thinks of her. She nearly runs over another kid in the process of listening to Powder’s word vomit. Asshole thinks that just because he pays for half of her tuition, he’s completely responsible for her.

As it is now, he just might be if she doesn’t get her shit together. Damn it, she really needs a cigarette right now but she can’t smoke around Powder, the smoke will actually make her vomit all over her new uniform. Damn it, Powder! Why do you have to have a sensitive nose and gag reflex! She pulls into the parking lot, Silco waiting with the school counselor right outside the doors. Damn it!

Powder unbuckles herself easily while Vi checks to make sure her breath doesn’t smell like shit. Vi opens the door for Powder while she makes sure she has everything she needs in her backpack, Silco taps his foot against the pavement. She shoots him a nasty glare. He returns it with a smirk. Fucking bastard!

Once Powder rushes off to her classroom, Silco and Vi are led into the counselors office. She feels like a teenager again, waiting for Vander to pick her up after she got into another fight with some random kid during lunch.

She’s pretty sure she has had sex once or twice with the same counselor who’s office she’s sitting in. It was a one night stand that went from a shitty bar to her bedroom, Powder let her know later that morning who the lady actually was. That was the last of their conversations outside of school grounds.

“From my understanding Mr. Silco, you wish to file for sole custody of Powder Lanes?” The counselor - Mel, I think - opens up a file with Powder’s school picture on the front.

Silco coughs into a handkerchief. “Yes, that’s correct.”

“As I’m sure you both know, I am no judge, I cannot grant any transfer of legal guardianship.” Mel smiles politely, leaning on her elbows.

“Yes, I’m quite aware however I would like to use this time to reason with you, Vi.” Vi quirks an eyebrow at him, eyes shifting from Mel to Silco. “Powder is a mentally unstable child who needs someone that is able to provide her mental help.”

Vi scoffs at him, “My sister isn’t crazy. She just needs time to adjust to a new school.”

“She’s been here for two months and hasn’t made any friends,” Silco reaches into his briefcase. “Not only that but she has been drawing little characters and claims they are her friends.” He hands Vi papers she recognizes instantly, Powder had obviously drawn pictures of her and five other punks holding hands. She looks up at him.

Mel quickly steps in, “That doesn’t prove she’s mentally ill however, Mr. Silco. If anything, it just shows her acting her age rather than maturing faster than we would like her to.” Vi hands Mel the papers, despite her helpful words, it doesn’t erase the deep frown on Vi’s face. “There is no guidebook on helping students adjust to new schools, if there was, my job would be much easier.” Mel chuckles.

“I do have a cause for concern.” Vi straightens in her seat. “The both of you constantly at odds will not create a healthy environment for Powder, and she will feel as though she has to choose between the both of you.”

Mel closes Powder’s file. “That would raise grounds for legal guardianship and I’m sure no judge would look at the two of you and think you will create a healthier environment for her than you have now.”

Chapter 2: I putta in alot of time here; so I recorded a warning for ya

Summary:

vi takes the job offer; only one more chapter till a certain sheriff shows up~

“He doesn’t care about her,” Vi clenches her fists in the pockets of her hoodie. “He just wants the check we get from the government which isn’t even much to begin with.” 

 

Her eyes trail away from Mel to gaze at Powder, sitting all by herself, drawing at a table underneath the cool shade provided by the trees of the playground. “She would be miserable with him.” 

 

“He thinks having money is enough to raise her but the moment she doesn’t want to eat her greens or-” She takes in a deep breath, eyes growing watery. “Or gets into an argument, he’ll toss her out or treat her like shit or-” 

 

Mel places a hand on her shoulder, using the touch of her skin to bring her back down. “Violet, none of those things are going to happen.” 

 

Mel looks between Violet and Powder, a smile growing on her lips. “That little girl adores you, and I know you love her too. But you can’t leave yourself open like this, right now in the face of a judge, they would likely choose Silco over you.” Violet huffs bitterly. 

 

“Yeah, that makes me feel better.” Mel releases a sigh, withdrawing her hand from Violet’s shoulder. 

 

“Just start small.” Mel looks back at Powder. “She needs you now more than ever.” 

 

Vi smiles at her statement, “I’m looking for a job. It’s just difficult.” 

 

Mel nods, looking at Violet. “I get it, but that needs to take importance. Start with a job then work your way from there. Soon Silco won’t be able to say anything about it.”

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“Shit,” Violet mumbles into her lit cigarette. She shouldn’t be smoking inside the house, Powder will throw a fit when she gets home. She’ll just spray some Febreeze and hope for the best. The telephone stares at Violet, tauntingly almost, daring her to pick up the receiver and dial his number. The gig doesn’t pay much, like all jobs do in the fucking 80’s but it’ll be enough to pay rent and buy Powder some crayons. “Damn it.” 

 

She picks up the receiver with one hand, balancing her cigarette while she presses each digit from the business card that the man gave her. 

 

She holds the receiver to her ear, hearing it ring nonstop while she lets the smoke from her cigarette fill her once-pink lungs.

 

‘So you decided to take the job?’ His voice grates against her ear, but she simply hums into the end of the telephone. 

 

“Didn’t have much of a choice but it doesn’t matter,” She sighs, fingers clutching the bridge of her nose. “Is the job still available?” 

 

‘The night guard shift? Of course, I’m glad you changed your mind.’ It’s hard not to curse when she hears him chuckle so obnoxiously into the phone but she manages somehow. 

 

‘Let me give you a bit of the rundown~’ She writes down the address, it’s not far from her house, probably a twenty-minute drive at best. It’s not accessible by any of the highways which makes sense since it’s a family place. 

 

She smokes on the way to Powder’s school, tossing the cigarette out of the window as she pulls into the parent pickup lane. Powder gets in the backseat with her usual frown and glassed-over eyes. Vi’s questions about how her day was are only answered by short hums and one-worded replies. 

 

“I got a job.” Powder perks up, gaze brightening in the rearview mirror. “It’s at this old family diner place, but the job means I have to work at night.” 

 

Powder nods, “Can Ran babysit me again?” Vi chuckles at her enthusiasm. 

 

They pull into the driveway, Powder dashes out of the car and into the house, locking herself away in her room to hang up her new drawings. Violet takes her phone out and dials Ran, using the sticky note on the fridge with various numbers as her guide. 

 

“Hey, what’s up?” Violet lets out a sigh after the third ring. 

 

“It’s me, Vi. I need someone to watch Powder for tonight, can you help me out?”