In Bones' old au, she said Mike had crappy parents that obsessed with him being what they wanted, parents that said he wasn't good enough, and parents that gave him gifts instead of helping him with life problems. I'm confused bc in ur au he lives with his aunt and uncle growing up. Also, his parents seem to differ from that in the Happy '87 au (we don't know what they're like in the general au bc they ditch him)...So....what were his parents actually like (and his aunt and uncle)?
Ah yes! That’s one of the ways Bones’ original story and mine diverge!
I made changes to certain elements of backstory, mainly to help further differentiate my version of Mike Schmidt from Bones’, who was adapted into her Pilot story. I didn’t want there to be TOO much overlap so that people could tell the difference and give Bones a break from FNAF-related questions.
Mike’s parents, Carl and Lisa Schmidt, are very loving parents - buuuut they DO let him get away with a few things in his younger years, leading to his rambunctious behaviour and overconfident attitude. They are essentially the same in both the main story and in Happy 87, but when the Bite happens, it understandably shocks them...
His aunt and uncle, Hank and Cynthia Pearson, are definitely more strict, but still loving in their own way. You get a general ideya of their characterizations in the story New Years Past!
Hope this clarifies things a bit! And don’t worry, work is underway to help get these questions answered once and for all!
GRIEVING (Note: characters carl & Lisa Schmidt belongs to @ryukodragon
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It was a slow Sunday evening and Mrs. Lisa Schmidt was driving home after running her errands; she had the back seat filled with groceries and was already planning on what to cook for dinner tonight. As Lisa entered the house she felt a sudden chill; the house was stiffly quiet which she should have been use to by now but she felt that something was missing from this one bright laughter filled house. Seeing that her husband Carl wasn’t home yet, Lisa decided to get dinner started before his return. Lisa was just about done with dinner when her husband suddenly walked in; “Hi honey,” she said in a welcoming tone, “Dinner is almost ready” “That’s great sweetheart” Carl answered quickly as he walked up and kissed her on the cheeks. “Do you want desert? I can’t decide on whether to make apple cinnamon pie or double chocolate cake”. “No desert for me dearest, thanks” he answered walking up the stairs. Before Lisa could even ask if he was alright, Carl was already at the top of the stairs dragging his feet. She assumed that maybe he was just tired and needed rest. So Lisa decided to just go ahead and make both deserts anyway.
Finally dinner was prepared and the table was already set, now all she needed to do was to announce that dinner is ready. Lisa walked up to the stairs and shouted “Carl honey, dinner’s ready.” There was no answer. She called out again “Carl, did you hear me? I said dinner’s ready.” Still no answer; starting to get worried, she slowly goes up the stairs to check on Carl. Lisa was about to walk towards the bedroom which was straight down the hallway when she suddenly heard a sound of shuffling boxes in the middle room which was not very far from their bedroom. This room had never been disturbed in the last two years and the door was closed shut. Lisa placed her ears onto the wooden door trying to identify the sounds; all she could her was boxes shuffling and tumbling and….Carl’s voice? She slowly turned the knob on the door; as the door slowly opened she froze. Carl was surrounded by boxes upon boxes of old clothes, comic books, posters, and old toys neatly wrapped, packed and placed aside.
“Carl…what are you doing?” Lisa asked in a very shocked and confused tone. Carl sighed as if he knows there was no way of hiding this now. “I’m getting rid of everything in this room.” Lisa’s eyes widen after he’s response; Carl could already see the tears about to roll down from her face. He felt a great big knot in his stomach. Lisa closed her hand heads with her mouth in disbelief, “W-wha- why would you” Carl placed a box he was holding on the bed. “Lisa…please…just listen to me, it has been two years; we can’t go on like this.” As Carl tries to get closer to hold his wife, Lisa slowly backs away as if he were a total stranger. She shook her head and looks deep into his eyes in tears “How can you even consider?” Again Carl responded with a hard sigh still feeling the knot deep inside his stomach. “Look I know you’re upset right now but we have to move on. Trust me, it’s best for the-” “Best for who Carl,” she snapped in the middle of Carl’s sentences “-and How Dare you make this kind of decision without even talking with me first!?” Carl responded “Because I knew you would react this way! These things are taking up space and we no longer have any use for them here!” The pupil in Lisa’s eyes shrunk by those words. “How can you even talk like that?” One deep shallow down her throat, and then she suddenly explodes. “These Things were “HIS”!!! THESE WERE HIS THINGS CARL AN-!!!” Then finally Carl snaps at her back “AND HE’S GONE LISA! ….HE’S GONE AND HE’S NEVER COMING BACK!!! You have to accept that….I have” Lisa’s face soon turned to disgusted.
As Carl reached for the box of toys on the bed, Lisa rushed only to grab hold of the opposite side. Both of them were at a tug of war with this big box back and forth until finally the box was ripped apart and out popped old toys and stuffed animals flying in the air landing on the carpet floor. On toy in participle was a dusty stained pirate foxy plushie, on the bottom of the left foot the name Mikey was label in black marker. As Lisa took one glace the plush toy she shoves Carl out of the way, grabs the toy and ran out of the room. Carl chased after Lisa from the hallway; but before he could even catch up to her, she quickly ran inside their bedroom and slammed the door. Carl banged on the door and turned the knob rapidly, it was locked tight. He could hear Lisa wailing from across the closed door. The knot in his stomach soon turned to nauseating guilty, Carl sunk down to the floor burying his head into his foiled arms. Lisa clutched onto the foxy plushie toy close where her heart was rocking back and forth as if it were a new born infant. Hot tears still leaking from her face like streams of running water.
*~*~*~
All was quiet and everything was dark, Lisa was sound asleep on the floor still holding onto the foxy plushie close to her. As she woke up, Lisa slowly opened the door to see if Carl was still sitting in the hallway. The hallway was dark and empty; she slowly stepped out of the bedroom to see where he was. Suddenly she heard something that sounded like a little boy laughing; “Mommy, mommy!! Lisa immediately recognized that voice. “Look at me mommy, Imma pirate ARRRRG!” Lisa eyes widen, tears falling, she knew that voice; it was her child’s voice. “Come play with me Mommy! Lisa once again clinched the foxy plush toy close to her heart, “Mi-Mikey…?” Her heart was racing, “I’m coming baby, mommy’s coming!” She rushed down the stair and everything was still dark except for the living room. When Lisa entered the room she saw a home movie being played; it was Mikey when he was five years old playing at the park with other kids. Lisa soon turned to the couch and saw Carl just watching the joyful smile on their beloved son’s face. Carl’s eyes were tired and bloodshot; Lisa could tell that he hadn’t had a good cry in a long time.
“May I join you?” she asked with a sad smile on her face. “O-Oh yes. O-Of course” He answered. They both sat together on the couch watching old home movies of their favorite times together with their son.
*~*~*~
It was around 1am and they had just finished watching the last home movie. Carl slowly turn towards Lisa and held onto both of her hands; “I am deeply sorry. I really thought I was doing the right in order for us to move on; but, I guess all I was trying to do was to forget what had happened.” Tears continued running down Carl’s face as he was apologizing to Lisa for his behavior earlier. Lisa wrapped her arms around Carl and kissed him on top of his head. “We both going through a lot of pain right now; but we can’t just rush and we certainly can’t force ourselves to forget what had happened…or forget him.” Carl and Lisa held each other closer, feeling one another’s heartbeat. “We’ll get through this together; Mikey would have wanted us to.”
So, you said that Mike is mixed, but not white and black....I think you said that he's half white, so what's the other half, out of curiosity?
Oooo good memory! Carl Schmidt is of English/Germanic descent, while Lisa Schmidt has Indian and mixed European descent. (By Indian I mean from India!)
All eyes turned to the teenager curled in an angry ball on the couch. She didn't know how long they'd been talking about her. Her mom sat closest to Mike's mom, who was in the big easy chair, while her dad slowly paced the living room, allowing his stormy expression to speak for him.
They listened to Mrs. Schmidt first. Then came the disbelief, the “what ifs” and “couldn't haves”. The banter went on and on, and Violet just let the noise wash over her. It wasn't her turn at that point, so she let her thoughts quietly stew and simmer.
Not that it really helped – she'd been stewing for days now, completely lost, swinging from self-righteous rage to gut-wrenching heartache and every grade of agony in between. Keeping herself calm was a chore; she'd avoided her parents at every opportunity, knowing they'd ask until she caved.
Well, she didn't have to cave now. The others had spilled their guts about the whole thing.
Jerks.
At least they kept that one part a secret... but they were still jerks.
“Violet, answer the question,” her father spoke into her stubborn silence.
With an annoyed scoff, Violet obliged... sort of. “What's the point? You got the same story from five kids at once! Whaddya need MY input for?”
“You know very well why we want to hear from you,” came Nancy's sharp reminder. “This isn't the first time someone lied to get you into trouble. We trust you to tell us the tr--”
“Mom, seriously. It's happened enough times, and they weren't ALL liars. You say you're gonna believe one kid against FIVE? Come on, even YOU know that's crazy!”
Nancy stopped her with a patient hand and stern look. “First of all, you are MY kid; you're my priority, and I believe you first. Always have, always will.” When Violet rolled her eyes, her father Jeff moved to reprimand the attitude, but Nancy stopped him.
“Secondly,” she continued, “well... I remember when Faith was visiting just a few days ago. You had... quite the argument.”
“Mom!! You were eavesdropping??” Violet screeched, immediately uncurled and seeing red.
“NO – you were both shouting so loud, I heard you from the upstairs bedroom,” came Nancy's cutting reply. “This wasn't some little fight! Now I didn't hear every little thing, but I DID hear you call her a liar and tell her to go away!”
“God, Mom, just – stop, okay?”
“And now here we are, with Faith and all of your friends accusing you of causing Mike's injuries!” Nancy pressed on, despite her daughter curling up again. “So I need to be sure, Vi, we need to be sure – are they lying? Would Faith convince everyone to do this to you because of your fight?”
“I don't f****ing know, okay?? Just leave me alone!!” the teen screamed into her folded arms.
“Violet Patricia, that is enough!” her father boomed, but she didn't react.
She felt childish, vulnerable, completely justified and more angry at herself than ever. This wasn't all her fault! They hurt her first! They betrayed her! But she couldn't explain what they did – what Faith did – because then they'd know and everything would be ruined and it wasn't fair!!
Faintly, she heard Mike's mother rise from her seat. “This might be easier if I go now,” she suggested softly. “Just give me a ring later and we'll--”
“No, Lisa,” Jeff shook his head, “this needs to be settled now. Please sit down.”
“Jeff, she's, Violet's overwhelmed, this could...” Nancy added, her voice wavering.
“It's important. For Violet. Trust me... please?”
The room absorbed another silent beat before Nancy sighed and nodded. Lisa took her acceptance as the cue to sit down. Finally, Jeff crouched in front of Violet; he rested one hand atop her shaking, white-knuckled fist.
“Vi. Look at me.”
She didn't budge or utter a sound. He tried again.
“Vi, we need the truth from you. It's a serious accusation here; Mrs. Schmidt's boy was in the hospital. Can't leave his own house until he's better. If you did do this, we need to know why. You've never hurt anyone like this before.
“And if it turns out these kids made this up just to get you in trouble, well... that's a whole 'nother story. But we can't do nothin' until you speak up. Get your fair say. So c'mon, Vi. Let's hear it.”
The parents waited. The faint ticking of a tiny clock on the mantle was the only sound anyone could pick up. It dutifully counted a full minute of silence, and was approaching the next half-minute, when Violet shifted.
She looked up enough to meet Jeff's steady gaze. Her fist flexed beneath his warm palm; he reached up to rub her shoulder, encouraging her again.
At last, she sighed. “I... yeah. S'true,” she nodded. “I did it.”
The room released its held breath. Lisa closed her eyes tight, feeling her own fists clench in her lap. Nancy leaned back, one hand covering her mouth as she processed this.
Jeff allowed himself a moment to take a deep breath. “Right then... an' why did you do it?”
“Cuz...” Violet nearly curled up again, but her father stopped her, now gently holding her chin up to keep her eyes on his own. She blinked hard. “... cuz he... made fun. About me and.. losing... losing friends.”
“Hmm... an' he called you names?”
Violet nodded.
“Like what?”
“Like... 'psycho”, and 'sourpuss'...”
“And what else? Be honest, Vi.”
“No Dad, nothin' else,” she insisted, knowing the kind of names he was worried about.
“Right...” He shifted to a more comfortable crouch, then called Violet's attention once more. “Very important... did he do anything else to you? Or the other kids? Have they been mistreatin’ you over time? Any little thing at all, you tell us--”
“Nothin',” she repeated with certainty, and some annoyance. “It was just a stupid fight... n' it got outta hand.”
Jeff studied her for a long moment. “... okay. Now, c'mere.” Father and daughter stood together. He ushered her to the easy chair, and had her stand before Mike's mother. Lisa looked up at them with mild confusion and glassy eyes.
Then Jeff explained, “Violet, you're my daughter, whom I love very much. If anyone dared lay hands on you an' have you sent to the hospital, you know I'd go after that punk an' set 'em straight.” He sighed.
“My girl, to this woman here... you are that punk. You've caused her, and her boy Michael, more pain than was ever called for. Your actions put him in serious, serious danger; you gave him a scar and a concussion, and it was not in self-defense. You are lucky that he wasn't hurt any worse than that. Now, Mike ain't here, but you can at least apologize to his mother for what you did.”
Fists tight and angry tears trickling down her cheeks, Violet nodded and told Mrs. Schmidt, “Mmm... I'm sorry.”
Lisa managed a nod and tired smile. “Thank you, Violet.”
*~*~*
The rest of the day was understandably tense. After Lisa left, Violet's parents sent the teen to her room to discuss what they would do next. Even if it meant that the rest of her spring break would be filled with chores and “family meetings”, Violet was relieved to have some time to herself again.
It gave her time to think.
Later, when Nancy retrieved Violet to talk again, she noticed something different about Violet's room, but couldn't put her finger on it.
She would eventually realize that the Captain Foxy prize doll, part of the shared set she’d collected with her friends, had vanished from Violet's shelf.
“Mike, sweetheart... be more careful in the future, okay? I’m glad you stood up to those strange boys, but when it turns violent like this, and you haven’t learned proper self-defense--”
“Mooooommm...”
“I mean it! They could have done so much worse... if your friends hadn’t found you when they did, I-- I don’t know what we would have done!”
“... I know. M’sorry. I’ll be more careful, I promise.”
Quick question, we know a little about Doll & Jermey's parents, but we don't know anything about Mikes'? What is his family life like?
Actually, I’m showing them more and more in Happy 87! They’re tagged as Carl Schmidt and Lisa Schmidt!
Their family is a loving one, and one that seems to roll with the punches. Lisa and Carl try to balance “Mike’s just having fun” with “okay Mike time out for you now”. They would drive Mike crazy, and vice versa, but still managed to work things out for the most part.
Carl tends to bring out Mike’s mischief more often than not, while Lisa is usually the grounding, compassionate teacher. Hopefully I’ll get to show you more about them soon, as well as all the other parents!
