Serial Saturday Updates
I’ve been struggling so hard to keep up with the updates on my fanfic, Everything Is All Right, Part IV: New Faces, Old Bones, and now here I am, after I said last week I was going to biweekly updates. It’s like I was cursed in infancy never to keep a promise, no matter what that promise is. Hmm, I feel like we should test this. I hereby publicly promise to gain weight and never win the lottery.
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Now we wait.
I was and am serious about going to biweekly updates. However, in light of the fact that I’ve ditched so often, I figured I’d make an effort to get one more update in, and this is a nice long read with a lot going on, so I feel better about it. As usual, you can check it out at archiveofourown.org or fanfiction.net, whichever you prefer, and I even have a snippet prepared so you can get an appetizer before the entree.
I know I’ve said this before, but it needs to be said again: Thank you all for supporting me while I play with this series. I’ve had a rough time lately and there were days when this book, and my commitment to finish it, was the one thing that got me through. It’s fanfiction for a video game that a lot of people think is over-rated in the first place, and I’m very much aware of the silliness inherent both in its original premise and my interpretation of it, let alone the silliness of assigning it so much importance in my life that I can lean on it in times when I can’t stand up on my own, but that’s the magic about a story. Even on the worst days, when I didn’t want to do much of anything, I still wanted to tell this story. I hope you still want to read it…and the one that comes next…and the one after that…and however many follow for as long as I’m around, because as long as I’m breathing, I’m writing and reading.
Okay, enough of that crap. Enjoy your snippet and see you in two weeks!
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Bonnie heard Ana’s truck pull in at the end of what should have been the six o’clock show, if anyone but the stupid Swampy animatronic and the speakers were putting on a show anymore. She let herself in a few minutes later, but gave him only a hurried greeting on her way down the East Hall. She went directly to the Quiet Room, where she kept her tools, and shut herself in.
Bonnie waited as long as he could bring himself to wait—about five minutes—and then went after her.
He couldn’t just go in. Rule Thirty-Five said none of them could be in the room when Ana was working and he could hear the shrill sound of a tiny motor, so she was working. It was a dumb rule, but Freddy hadn’t rescinded it, so Bonnie had to obey. He lurked in the hall, pacing back and forth as he turned the rule over in his mind, looking for loopholes, and finally approached the door and knocked.
The sound of the whatever-it-was shut off. Ana had stopped working.
Bonnie opened the door, but found to his extreme annoyance that she was wearing her headlamp, and the magnifying goggles she’d worn when reconstructing Bonnie’s face, and most of her attention was still on her hands, turning over a little piece of colored plastic or something while holding one of her many gadgets. Still working, in other words. His vision lit up red when he tried to go in. He nudged his toes up to the threshold and there had to stand, just outside the room.
“What’s up?” she asked distractedly.
“I just wanted to see you. Are you…Are you back? From…”
She shook her head. “Haven’t left yet. Gotta wait for dark if you’re gonna do crimes, my man.”
“What are you doing?” he asked as she shaved another micro-sliver of plastic from the thing in her hand.
“Just getting ready for the big event.”
“And that’s part of it?”
“Yeah.”
“What is it?”
“A key.” She showed it to him, and apart from the top of it being squared off and the whole thing being plastic, it did look like a key.
“You made that?”
“Yeah.”
“Out of a credit card?”
“Sort of, yeah.”
Bonnie shook his head with rueful admiration. “You know, you talk all the time about how you’re not a fabricator, but that’s pretty impressive. Did you use to work as a locksmith or what?”
“Naw, I just used to work with some shady individuals, and some skills are useful to have when you’re homeless and hungry as often as I am. I know, I know, not cool…but burglary is definitely the lesser evil most of the time.”
“You’ve been a burglar?”
“I’ve been a lot of things, Bon.”
