Deliah sat on the floor, knitting on her own personal Bonnie when Mickey and Springtrap finally made a reappearance. Springtrap was dismayed to see that that boy was sitting with her.
“Did you have a nice talk?” She asked. They both muttered a little but didn’t admit to much.
“Why is there a boy in the house?” Mickey asked, more curious than angry. Deliah smiled.
“This is Harry, he’s my second best friend. After Springtrap of course.” She said brightly and Mickey gave his father a bit of a look. Springtrap shrugged.
“I’m good with kids… mostly.” He said and Mickey rubbed his temples.
“Great…” He muttered. “Okay, well no hanky panky. Nothing I wouldn’t do.”
“That doesn’t exclude anything.” Springtrap said and Mickey coughed.
“Anyway, let’s watch a movie or something.” He said, sitting back on the couch. Vixen was sniffing around the now e