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It was Thursday, around 12 in the afternoon at the Fazbenders location in Colorado. Surprisingly, Dave and Jack were still there, and unsurprisingly, they were up to no good.
"As a reward for helping me out, I'm letting you decide which of these we're activating" Dave told Jack, looking back at the two old springlock suits. They smelled like rotten corpses, but it was Fazbenders, what would you expect? Them not to smell like someone died in them and/or was murdered by someone wearing them?
Jack took a long look at the both of them. They looked equally like frightening and disgusting piles of garbage. They looked like they were rotting. If metal and cheap fabric could rot. Jack decided after a while.
"Can I choose both?" Jack asked him, which certainly took Dave by surprise. It was very evident from his facial expression. He almost looked like a cartoon character, which was amusing to Jack.
"That- That's... unwise. I won't be able to guarantee this will work in our favor" Dave informed Jack, though he seemed completely unswayed. He'd made his decision, and he'd stick to it.
"I don't care. Do it." Jack ordered, though taking a second and reprocessing his words. "How about I help you?" He asked, realizing he'd come off too harsh.
"Are you sure you can do that, Sportsy?" Dave teased him, though Jack looked completely unamused, maybe even a bit annoyed.
"I'm a trained technician, actually, Dave" He told him, in a rather matter-of-factly tone.
"If you say so, Old Sport!" Dave hummed, "Well, how about you get started? I've got blueprints... somewhere in here. I'll get some booze, be back, sooner then you can find 'em probably." He was already halfway out the door before Jack spoke up.
"Are you sure it's safe to handle these things while drunk?" He asked, giving a suspicious glance to the suits.
"Eh, probably not, but you work at Fazbenders, how concerned with safety could you possibly be?"
"That's fair."
And with that, Dave left the room, off to rob some poor convenience store. Meanwhile, Jack practically tore apart the room looking for the blueprints. It didn't seem to matter where he looked in the room, they weren't in there.
Dave took at least an hour to return, and at that point Jack had given up, sitting against the door to the room. However that changed when Dave opened the door, causing Jack to yelp as he hit the back of his head on the floor. At least his frontal lobe was safe. He glared up at a snickering Dave.
"Sorry Sportsy!" He chuckled, stepping over Jack, "Guess you shouldn't have laid there!" Jack didn't seem to find this humorous at all, sitting up and closing the door. Dave placed two six packs of beer on thee floor, which was... a lot, but hey they didn't have anything better to do.
"I couldn't find the blueprints." Jack told him, sounding at least a little annoyed.
"Oh right! Yeah, I left those at home on accident. Luckily I remembered and picked them up on my way back here!" Dave told him, which explained why he took so long. He set the blueprints in Jack's lap, who looked both relived that he wasn't absolutely stupid and mad that he had spent so long looking for something that wasn't there.
"They were at your house. The entire hour I spent looking for them?" Jack asked rhetorically, sounding very irritated.
"Mhm.." Dave hummed, apparently not hearing the annoyance in his tone as he opened a beer bottle with his teeth. Which, by the way, is not a good idea. Don't try this at home. Though, Dave did get it off, handing it to Jack. Jack gave him a small nod as a kind of thank you before taking a long drink. Dave had already opened another bottle, taking a sip.
"Alright Old Sport, let's get to work" He told Jack, who nodded and got up, holding the blueprints.
"How about you take the Rat and I take Breadbear? We're gonna make some extra special additions to these babies" Dave told him, mischief in his tone. Oh and there was defiantly mischief in that little grin he gave Jack. Jack nodded though, giving Dave the blueprints to Breadbear and heading over to the Rat's side, spreading out the blueprints for it. Likewise, Dave went over to Breadbear, unrolling his blueprints. Jack stared at his instructions, utterly confused.
"Dave." He started, "Be honest. Why does the Rat catch on fire?" He asked. Dave had forgotten he even put there.
"Just shits and giggles, y'know. Can't arrest us if the building is on fire." Dave told him, which Jack sighed at but accepted as true. It certainly sounded like something Dave would do.
"Give me a wrench so I can beat you over the head with it." Jack requested, holding out his hand for Dave to give it to him. Dave did actually give him a wrench though, placing it in his hand. Though he wanted his hand to stay there just a little bit longer. His hand lingered for a moment, not really holding Jack's but far to close for too long to be considered normal. Unfortunately for Dave, Jack grasped the wrench and pulled his hand away from him.
......
After a few hours and many more bottles of beer, the two of them were almost finished with the robots. The key word was almost, as Dave had completely finished and Jack was only around halfway done.
"Shit, Dave! How the fuck am I supposed to fix this robot for you if I can't even read what I'm supposed to do!" Jack slurred, probably too drunk to read anything, even less so Dave's messy handwriting.
"I can read it just fine! Lemme see!" Dave huffed, kneeling behind Jack, wrapping his arms around him and putting his head on his shoulder. Dave was... very close to Jack, who would hate to admit he enjoyed it. At least, sober Jack wouldn't admit it. And being this close Jack could smell the alcohol and rotting corpses. Though that might just be himself. Either way, Jack pointed to what he couldn't read, and Dave read it out loud to him.
Shit. Was Dave's voice always that attractive to Jack? He couldn't remember right now, but it certainly sounded attractive now. He pointed at another section of text, just to hear Dave keep talking. And Dave did, though Jack didn't go any further with that.
"Is that it?" Dave asked, though not pulling away from Jack. Jack nodded, not entirely opposed to the fact he didn't pull away.
......
Eventually, all 12 beer bottles littered the ground of the room, and the animatronics were ready to go for tomorrow. The two of them did a good job for being drunk over half the time they were building these.
"Well, Sportsy, ready to go?" Dave asked Jack, who was still fiddling with the animatronic's joints.
"One last thing.." Jack hummed, getting up and turning to Dave. He put his finger on the other's lips, grinning a little.
"You have something there. Want me to get it for you?" Jack asked and Dave, who was too drunk to even realize where this was going, nodded.
And with that, Jack kissed him. It wasn't good in any way, but it had the emotion. It was exactly as you'd expect a drunk kiss to be. Dave blushed, surprised, but he reciprocated the kiss, no better then Jack was. At least not while he was drunk.
Jack soon pulled away, "See you at the party, Dave." He told him, smiling and waving goodbye. He left the room, leaving a flustered Dave just standing there. It was kind on funny, honestly.
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