Recovery Mission - Alternate Ending
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He’d say the Rockies are spectacular today, but they always are. Andrew glances at the peaks of Glacier National Park, kissed by the first rays of sunshine of the day. Though he’s still getting used to his right arm being a mechanical bundle of plastic and wood and cables, the man can proudly state he is able to hold his coffee mug after a few months of practice.
Looking back at Utah, he doesn’t know how he ever thought he was happy in a situation like that. Working under a company like Fazbear’s, as a dispatcher, and spending most of his evenings in an isolated home in the woods. Most of all, he doesn’t know how he managed to spend most of his life without Arnold.
Like clockwork, the object of his thoughts opens the door and walks on to the porch, groaning with sleep.
-“Why’d you always like to wake up so damn early?”-
-“I like the sunrise.”- he answers, waiting for Arnold’s arm to wrap around his waist. The technician hums as he rests his head on Andrew’s shoulder. -“And I have to be at work in… an hour, more or less. Takes thirty minutes just to get to town, so I’m not that early.”-
-“You could ask to go in later. You’re still recovering, my dear Elias.”- the man whispers the last word almost mockingly. He really doesn’t like the new name Andrew had chosen for himself when they’d escaped, but after what had happened he knows they could never be too careful, especially when it comes to Fazbear’s.
-“Doing the books at the mechanic’s shop is not exactly a two-handed job, you know?”-
-“You still hope they’ll let you work on the cars?”-
The older man shrugs. -“Give it a bit more time, I’m confident I’ll be able to do anything.”-
A chuckle comes from beside him, warm and raspy. A little while after, Arnold softly kisses his neck. -“I’m sure you will, honey. Gotta go feed the dogs now.”- another swift kiss, this time stolen from his lips, and Arnold walks back inside with a yawn. -“Love you.”- is the last he hears of him before the door closes with a creak.
Andrew takes another deep breath of crisp mountain air, rich with lichen and pine sap. Like every morning, he thanks his lucky star, or whatever it was that brought him and Arnold together. No matter how hard he tries, Andrew cannot imagine a better version of his life.
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