Chapter 8 Laney's real father

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Foxy's pov

T.B walked into the service room with a laptop a few minutes after the pizzeria closed.

"You know the password?" I asked.

"I'm smart. Leave this stuff to me!" He replied.

He hacked into the computer.

"Do you know where she was born?" I asked.

"I think it was called, "monarch hospital"."

He type it in. He then typed the name. Laney qurell. He pressed enter, but nothing came up.

"That's weird," T.B said," it says that there is nobody with that name."

"You sure you typed in the right hospital? Or name?"

"I'm positive. Oh! I know. I'll just look up the name on goggle."

He did that, but nothing came up as well.

"That proves it," I started," you spelled the name wrong!"

"I did not!"

T.B scrolled down until he came to an adoption center website. He clicked on it.

"Why didn't I think of this," he started," she could've been adopted by the qurell's."

"Let's see."

We scrolled down the name of people that have been adopted. We stopped when we saw her name. We clicked on it. We stared at the screen.

"It can't be." I said.

"It is." T.B said.

"Laney's name is..."

"Laney schimt."

Toy chica's pov

"Where's Bonnie?" Freddy asked me.

"Don't worry, he's just checking on foxy."

"Why?"

I looked at him.

"What do you mean why? Foxy has been uncomfortable ever since that girl came last night!"

"Ugh, please. That foxy has caused so much trouble. No wonder they replaced him."

"Don't say that, Freddy. Yes, foxy might have caused some problems in the past, but this is different. Bonnie and foxy think that the girl seems like someone the old ones knew from a while back at the old place."

Freddy looked down.

"*sigh* I'm sorry chica. Yes, foxy did caused trouble, but I guess he still has good in him."

Just then, the door to the service room slammed open, and Bonnie and foxy came out.

"Been awhile since I was out here." Foxy said.

"Foxy," I started," why did you come out? You aren't supposed to be out here."

"Sorry chica," Bonnie said," but we have to tell you something."

"Is it about the girl."

"Yes. Her name is Laney qurell. But..."

"What."

Foxy took over.

"She was adopted by the qurell's."

"What's her real name then?"

Foxy and Bonnie looked at each other.

"Laney schimt."

Freddy and I gasped.

"L-Laney schimt?" I asked.

"Aye, lass." Foxy said.

"So that means..." I started.

"Mike might be her real father."

"Does Mike know?"

Bonnie looked at me.

"How am I supposed to know that?" He asked.

"Shouldn't the site say who dropped her off?" Freddy asked.

"No, it says that she was found at the front door of the orphanage, and was adopted three weeks later. And she was only a month old!"

"Oh my god," I said," that means that she doesn't even know."

"Hey we have worse problems!" Foxy said.

"How?" I asked.

"You see, since it was Mike's fault that the original pizzeria closed down, my old friends hate him for that. Now that they know, they do anything to get back at Mike!"

"That's means even using Laney."

"Exactly. That's means we must protect her!"

"Hold on." I said. I started to walk to another room.

"Where are you going?" Freddy asked.

"We need more help. I'm getting some more help."

Freddy's pov

" we need more help. I'm getting some more help."

And she walked away.

"Who does she think will give some more help?" Bonnie asked.

"I don't know..." I started.

Just then, chica came came out of a hallway. Along with BB, mangle, and marionette.

"Hi!" BB said, waving at us.

"Chica told us everything," mangle started," and we're willing to help as much as we can!"

"So," chica started," what now?"

I thought, with everyone staring at me.

"We need to patrol the building. Especially the hallway to the office." I said.

"That's a good idea, mate." Foxy replied.

"Yeah." Everyone else said, other than marionette. He can't talk. He just nodded.

"Ok, then it's settled." I said.

"Will you help, foxy?" BB asked.

"Of course I will, BB. I still like Mike. And I don't want anything to happen."

"Ok."

Then, we all went back to our places. And waited.

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