Hey you guys, just one quick thing to say:

LONG CHAPTER AHEAD! The longest chapter I've ever written for this story and also the longest chapter in a single story that wasn't a one shot series! XD (Chapters 4 and 17 of this tragic tale coinsidencely have the same number of words each: 2,621 to be exact)

And sorry for the delayed update. As for my reviewers:

kingspikerules23. Hopefully I did well.

GamerKidd 99: Glad you think that way. I'm planning to continue this until it's done.

Ariel-Mystic-Siren: Thanks so much. I know, I feel bad for Mike too.

Ok see you in the authors notes, enjoy! And once again, I apologize for the long wait.

Chapter 19 Revenge: A Dinner Best Served Cold

Mable and Vincent quickly scurried across the street tword Mable's house. "Thanks for taking me home."

"No problem, it was my pleasure." To Vincent, Mable was possibly the sweetest girl he had ever met. However there used to be another who was related to him. His mind started to wander slightly. But as soon as they stopped in front of a red two story house with flowers surrounding it, he snapped back into reality. "Here we are Mable, home safe and sound." The girl smiled at Vincent as she was led up the steps.

"I can't wait until the twelfth, and until then, I'll be over everyday to reassure Mike."

"Thank you, and if you could also smack some sense along with some manners into Jeremy, that'd be great." Vincent winked at her as he watched her go inside. "See you tomorrrow."

"Bye, see you then." She chirped before disappearing into the house.

'What a sweet girl.' The man thought as he headed back home. 'I'm glad that Mike has someone, other than his brother to talk to.' Opening the door, he stepped inside. "I'm back!"

"I made noodle cassorole for dinner!" Michelle called just as she heard the door close. Vincent slipped off his shoes and hung up his hat on a hook before joining the family. Jeremy dragged Mike out of his room and tword the table, picked him up and practically threw him into his chair before taking a seat himself. The younger brother whimpered slightly. 'Will you never change Jeremy?' Michelle thought. "Welcome back Vinny. I hadn't even noticed you left. Was that because of the yelling?" Her husband nodded. "Well don't worry, I've got it under control."

Vincent looked at Mike who simply smiled and waved before he looked tword Jeremy then back to his mother. "Yeah I took Mable back home to get her away from the fighting." Vinny paused for a second before asking, "So, how's work at the soup shop going?"

"It's going great, but I haven't seen Scott since this afternoon when he left with Fritz. I was shaking today cause the fear wouldn't leave my body after he had threatened to kill me the day before. But Steve, one of my regular customers simply told me to focus on my job and to push him and the Fitzgeralds out my mind."

"And did it work?'

"Actually it did, thank you for asking."

Just then Vincent remembered something. "Well dear, he won't be bothering you again cause I'm gonna go find Fritz and give him a what for! No one threatens my wife or my family and gets away with it!" After slamming his hands down on the table and pushing his chair back, Vincent stomped angrily tword the door, opened it, and marched out, slamming it shut behind him. Mere moments after that, he reopened the door, poked his head back in and asked, "Remind me again where he lives."

Michelle shook her head, "Near Central Park with his sister Frisk Smith. Two story house, their mailbox and walk way are painted in gold, actual gold."

"Thank you. Now I'm off! And put my dinner back in the oven will ya? Thanks."

Mike and Jeremy simply watched their dad slam the door shut again and proceed down the street. After closing the oven and setting it on warm, the woman turned to her sons. "Mike, Jeremy, did you two notice that..."

"Dad left and didn't even put his shoes on? He just marched straight out the door angry? Yeah I noticed." Jeremy said. "So I guess it's just the three of us for dinner then?"

"No, I'm sure he'll come back. He always does." Michelle only hoped that was true in this situation. Mike said nothing and continued to eat. He did keep his eyes on his brother while doing so.

Frisk came back into the living room carrying a silver tray covered with a lid. "Nice hot food guys, come and get it." She retreated back into the dining area with Scott and her brother trailing behind. She sat the tray down on the table and uncovered the food as they all sat down: A toasted Pastrami and Swiss sandwhich with a hot mustard dipping sauce for her brother, a bowl of tomato and basil soup with a garlic knot for Scott, and a Waldorf salad with a thousand Island dressing for herself. Scott's eyes widened when he saw the food. "Dinner is served!"

"Woah, this actually looks pretty good. And you made all of this by yourself?"

"Yes, yes I did. I took a cooking class in high school and it definitly paid off in the end."

Fritz taste tested his sibling food, and within one bite he was in heaven. "Ah, just as good as ever."

Frisk looked at Scott giving a long stare at the plate in front of him, "Don't be shy Scott, there's plently. So please: eat till your heart's content."

Nodding yes, he dug into the mouthwatering food. "Wow. Fritz, you were right, I give your sister an a plus for her food. Wherever you went to school at, they taught you well Frisk. This is simply exquisite."

"Why thank you, that's means a lot. So what have you and my brother been up to since you guys left earlier?"

It took Scott about five minutes to anwser, he was focused on nothing but the girls cooking for the moment. "Well, I've found a way to make this grudge go away permently." Frisk's eyes widened and that peeked her curiosity.

"Really, and what would that be?"

"One word: revenge."

"Really Scott? What exactly will that solve?"

"Yes really. If it'll mend your brothers relationship with me, then I'm willing to take any risk."

Frisk didn't really know what to say. She had told her sweet and loving sibling that killing someone would not solve anything, but it probably wouldn't work on Scott. "Well, ok, if you insist Scott. Can I get you anything else to eat?"

"No, I'm good for now. Thank you. By the way, I'm loving the way your life turned out Fritz."

"Aren't you?"

"Yeah, what do your parents think of your new lifestyle?" The ginger gasped, Fritz hadn't even considered that since he had moved out with Frisk. Back then before he had gained a sister, young Frances Smith was living below the poverty line with his parents.

Fritz went silent for a moment before anwsering, "I'm not sure Scott. I haven't talked to them since I moved out six months ago." He let out an apprehensive laugh. "Maybe I should go pay them a visit tomorrow. After that is when we'll be back on the prowl for tracking down Dennis for 'Operation: Revenge'"

"Do you want me to come along with you? It'd be good to see mom and dad again." Please can I come?" The girl asked, knowing that Fritz would surely say yes. She poured herself a glass of sparkling cider for herself, Fritz and Scott while she awaited the anwser.

Fritz knew that he could't deny his loving sister anything, she had helped him through some rough patches and he had, very rarely reciprocated for any of them. "Of course you can come, tomorrow we'll set off."

Vincent was grumbling all the way tword Central Park. His arms were crossed over his chest in and his eyes were narrowed in anger. A huge whiff of the brisk November air swept tword him, but Vincent didn't mind. Instead he welcomed it. His anger was bubbling inside him, but he had no control over it. What he did know however, is he would feel much better after putting Fritz in his proper place. Vincent came to a stop when he spotted a walkway paved in gold, just like the wife had said. The setting sun practically set it on fire as he stopped to admire it. "Woah, Fritz lives in a nice place, a lot nicer than where we currently reside." The guard had to admit: he was quite in awe.

But the good feeling didn't last for too long, it immediatly transitioned back into anger. He curled his hand around a knife in his pocket as he marched on up the steps and pounded hard on the front door.

"Who comes to the door at this hour?" Frisk wondered. Fritz and Scott both shrugged and contiuned to eat, while she got up and headed tword the door to investigate. When Frisk anwsered it and saw Vincent, she was instantly puzzled, but gave a warm greeting anyway after pausing to read his gold plated nametag. "Hello...Vincent, is there somthing I can help you with?"

"You bet there is. Where's your brother at? I wanna talk to him."

"What do you want to talk to him about?"

"This is a matter between me and him."

Frisk gestured with her hand to come on in. Vincent, being in the mood he was in almost knocked the girl over as he stormed inside. Frisk thought it was only fair to give her sibling a heads up. "Fritz!"

"Yeah?! What is it sister?" He asked through mouthfuls of food.

"There's a guy here looking for you. His name's Vincent and he seems pretty pissed at whatever you've done!" Frisk closed the door and ran to get past him, anxity swelled up inside her as she did. Frisk didn't want anything to happen to her older brother. She would be heartbroken if that happened.

Scott knew exactly who she was talking about. What would Vincent say if he discovered that he was here palling around with Fritz? "Psst. Fritz?"

"Yeah?"

"You do remember that Vincent is Michelle Schmidts husband right? I've heard that if you mess with one member of the Schmidt family, you mess with them all. Plus the Schmidt's and Fitzgerald's have an infamous rivalry ever since they first met each other." A thought sunk into Scott's head. "Hey,by the way, are you the manager of the Fitzgeralds bakery?"

"Yes I am and you're the one who manages the Schmidts, am I correct?"

"Yup. Wait a minute..." Scott and Fritz both came to the same realization.

"We're the managers of two feuding families and yet we're together."

"Yeah, if Michelle or Jennifer find out about us then we'll be in big trouble. You know how those two go at it." In the infamous Schmidt/Fitzgerald rivarly, Vincent and Craig were the family members in good terms with one another, but they learned not to come in between their wives or things would get real ugly real quick. If those two even made eye contact, it was Hell on earth. "Please Fritz, don't let Vincent know that I'm here." Scott begged. "If he finds out then he'll tell the wife and then I will be screwed. Then where would "we" be?"

Fritz knew that he had made a good point. He couldn't let them be driven apart again. "Don't worry, just duck down underneath the table. I won't say a word about you. Ok?"

"Alright. Don't...say...anything." Scott jumped out of his chair and gave a quick thumbs up, before ducking down just as he friend had instructed.

Fritz hauled himself up and headed tword the sound of his frightened sister, "coming Frisk!" He dashed out of the dining room and entered the living room. As soon as his eyes met Vincent's, the guards uncontrolable anger got the better of him. As he lunged forward, Fritz jumped to the side out of the way. Vincent hit the wall and toppled backward in pain. Losing his footing, he fell to the floor with a hard thud. "What's your deal Vincent?!" Lavender eyes were spinning as he stood back up and lashed out an arm, wrapping Fritz around the neck and shoving him up against the wall. Fritz stepped right on Vincent's toe. He gritted his teeth in pain but continued hold his ground.

"My deal? My reason for being here?! My reason for being here is that anyone who harrasses or threatens my family will have to anwser to me." Fritz moved his hands up and curled around his wrist, before pushing with all his strength in an attempt to free himself. But it didn't seem to work. The taller man didn't move an inch.

"What are you...implying? Who the hell have I...threatened?" When it came to getting the facts straight from their primary source, Vincent Schmidt was not one for playing games. He spun Fritz around and flung him backward right into a picture frame, splintering the glass everywhere. A few shards embetted themselves on the back of his head, resulting in blood dripping down the back and onto his neck. The guard pulled out his knife while his other hand grabbed him again and pressed him back up against the wall.

After wittnessing that, Frisk yelped in fear and then disappeared under the same table as Scott. "Hey."

"Hi. Things seem pretty serious."

"You got that right."

"Hey Frisk there's something I've been meaning to ask you. You wouldn't mind if I..."

"Dated my older brother?" Frisk asked, cutting Scott off halfway through his sentence. The shocked expression of the red heads face told the whole story. "Not at all, he doesen't seem to be enraged at you anymore, and I hold nothing against the two of you being together. Plus I overheard your conversation before you guys left earlier."

Scott was releived at hearing that. "Thank you." The sudden outburst from Vincent made the two of them cringe.

"Fritz, don't play innocent with me! You threatened to kill my wife! Why did you do it?" Vincent demanded. There was acid in his voice as he raged, "Tell me right now, or I'll slit your throat wide open!"

Bones started to crack from the pressure that Vincent was putting on his throat along with the cold steel blade stinging the skin. But Fritz gazed up into his eyes and spoke with a strained voice as he gasped for air, "It wasn't my fault...Jennifer's been...suspiscious of you and Michelle ever since day one when you...moved in right next door and opened your little shop up on the opposite side of Main Street...Since then, the Fitzeralds have noticed a huge drop in customers. Jennifer wanted me to go to your shop and do a little investagating, but you were't there, only your wife was." Vincent loosened his grip, but not by much. "Soon after, I ran into Scott your manager whom I hadn't seen since a beating in high school nineteen years were friends back then, we met in middle school. And in high school I thought he flaked out on me, but he didn't, and I didn't know that until a few hours ago when he explained. But before that, my anger and hate was directed tword him, and not Michelle. I held an almost twenty year old grudge against Scott. But now, thanks to my sister, we're in good terms."

"And..."

"That's all, sorry for threating your wife Vincent I didn't realize that you'd be this ticked off at me, I won't do it again. Jennifer just thought that you and your wife were the cause behind the large drop in people at their cafe. So really it's Jennifer Fitzgerald you want, not me ." Vincent nodded and retracted his grip, letting the other gentelman hit the floor as a small smile with a gleam of satisfaction came over him.

"Thank you." He slipped his knife back into his pocket and set a course for home.

"Fritz!" Frisk dashed out from under the table, ran tword him, threw her arms her brother, and embraced him in a comforting hug. "Are you alright?" She wondered,helping him to his feet.

Fritz's legs wobbled as he stood up, "Aside from the shards of glass embetted in the back of my head and my sore neck, I'm fine."

"Well, lets get you to bed anyway, after we get these shard out. Alright?"

"Oh...alright." Scott followed behind them, concerned for his friend. He followed the Smith siblings into the bathroom. Frisk eased her brother down on the edge of a platinum bathtub, before going to the medicine cabnet and plucking up a pair of tweezers. "Be gentle."

"Oh, don't be a baby, do you want these out, or do you want to suffer?" Fritz didn't say anything, he just gave a simple thumbs up.

Gently grabbing the first piece between the two metal tips, the girl carefully pulled it out, but earned a sherik from her brother. "Ow! I'd hate to know how many got lodged in there." He complained. Scott gently grasped his hand making Fritz look straight up at him.

"It's alright, I'm right here, and like I said, I won't leave you. We'll all get through this together." Both Frisk and Fritz looked to each other and then to Scott.

"Right."

It was a tricky and delicate procedure, but soon they were finished. After removing the last shard, the girl wrapped a bandage around her siblings head and patted him on the back. "Alright. Let's go, you'll feel much better in the morning." With Frisk on one side and Scott on the other, they carefully helped him upstairs and gently laid him in bed. "Goodnight dear brother. I'm going to go finish dinner and let you rest." Frisk said. "You coming with me Scott?"

"Yeah. Night Fritz, after you get a well deserved rest, it's back on track for our little mission." Fritz saw Scott wink and turn out the light before heading out the door with his sibling, closling it behind them.

The ginger gave a sigh, "They're right. Things will all get better." He shut his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

A/N

Hello all. I know it's been forever and like 5 months since I've updated, but the only excuses I have are: writers block,work, chores, trying to write a new story, and crafting props and outfits for cosplaying. Plus, I'm also currently hooked on Milo Murphys Law. Not to worry though, for I'm still alive! But my brain is dead. Of ideas that is. :P

I also got a PS2 and I'm finally playing Crash Twinsanity. I already had my Dr. Neo Cortex cosplay outfit prepared months before. I must say, I really love the game, it's frustrating at times, but the humor and music both make up for it. I never got into Crash Bandicoot as a kid, but now I have. Hey, better late than never am I right? Spyro, Pac man, you ruined my childhood! Just kidding! XD

Crash Mind Over Mutant was my first game XD And I just recently got Crash Tag Team Racing and the original version of Crash Bandicoot: Warped. In the author's note back in chapter 17, I said that somebody was going to be in a world of trouble. And I was right, but that will happen further into the story. I know something bad already happened in this chapter, but just roll with me here people. As for the spin off I said I was going to do, well I tried to remake Fritz's backstory, but I just couldn't go through it again. I've just given up on so much. But I'm going to try and come up with a different idea. And that mention of another girl who's related to Vincent, that may be foreshadowing the new story. ;) But I'm not 100% sure yet. Until next time, R&R and keep smiling!

And I just remembered that I was going to find a co host to do these authors note damnit, but I never found one.

What about me?

Right, ladies and gentlemen, Dr Neo Periwinkle Cortex.

Thank you for using my full name

You're welcome.

This story's coming along nicely. But I thought Vincent would have killed Fritz.

Yeah...no. I need Fritz alive for the upcoming chapters.

Alright, it's your story and it only took you twenty chapters to finally get a co host for your authors notes. And it took you almost 20 years to finally play Crash Bandicoot.

True...ok, until next time R&R and keep smiling!

You also said you needed a new sign off.

Right, I'll think on it.