#but it will keep flagging your check engine light

[drygrasses]

Car repairs……….ASS

[37sommz]

❁ : reality check . . .

✼. masterlist — taglist — request. ✼. genre: angst angst angst. ✼. wc: 6k.

any signs of an improved positioning at mclaren are dashed to the wind during the second race of the season. the bright jeddah lights only further expose the cracks in the mclaren livery.

✼. warnings: language, mclaren team orders.

✼. notes: the start of a painful arc for michaela lmao, just know it gets significantly worse for her at mclaren <3

000.⠀⠀MARCH 25, 2022    ›    Jeddah, Saudi Arabia

Michaela tightened her grip on the steering wheel as she approached the final corner of the third practice session at the 2022 Saudi Arabian Grand Prix. The sun was a fiery ball in the cloudless sky, beating down on the asphalt and making the track sizzle. Sweat beaded on her forehead, but she remained focused, her eyes darting between the tachometer and the road ahead. The roar of the engine filled her ears, a familiar sound she had grown to crave.

As the session ended, she pulled into the pit lane, the tires screeching against the concrete. Her chief engineer, Rob, greeted her with a nod as she climbed out of the cockpit. His expression was a mix of satisfaction and concern. "Good job, Mick," he said, handing her a towel. "You're looking strong out there, but we need to find some more pace. The Bulls are looking really sharp today."

Michaela took the towel and wiped her face, her heart still racing from the adrenaline. "I know," she replied. "I'll push harder in qualifying."

000.⠀⠀MARCH 26, 2022    ›    Jeddah, Saudi Arabia

Qualifying the next day was a nail-biter. The track cooled down as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the circuit. The final moments approached, and she found herself in a fierce battle lodged in the timings between Ferrari and Alpine. As the checkered flag loomed closer, she pulled out an amazing lap, one that surprised even herself. Her McLaren shot up to second on the grid, just behind Sergio Perez's Red Bull. The team erupted in cheers as she pumped her fist in the air.

At the press conference, the atmosphere was charged. Journalists threw questions at the top three qualifiers: Sergio, Michaela, and Charles. Her heart raced as she fielded questions about tire strategy and her thoughts on the upcoming race. Then, the moment came. A journalist she didn't recognize leaned into the microphone and asked, "Michaela, can you tell us about your sister Courtney's relationship with Daniel Ricciardo? How does that affect your dynamic in the paddock?"

Courtney had accompanied Daniel to Jeddah for the first time since they began their relationship last year. Her presence alone had not been enough to catch the attention of the media and their drama-seeking journalists. Instead, it was the blue Alpine cap that rested upon her head that drew their attention. The blue was unmistakably different from Michaela's orange McLaren hats.

Michaela felt the temperature in the room shift as the journalist's question hung in the air. She took a deep breath, her eyes narrowing slightly. "I'd prefer to keep my focus on the race and my own performance," she said firmly. "Courtney's personal life is exactly that—personal. It doesn't affect my driving, and it shouldn't be a topic here." The journalist looked taken aback, but she held her ground, refusing to indulge in the gossip. "Let's focus on the race, shall we?"��

The room went quiet, and she felt the tension thicken. The journalist struggled to find his words as Michaela continued to stare him down from her place on the media couch.

After the press conference, her phone buzzed with messages from Daniel and Courtney. "Thanks for that," Daniel's text read. "Could've gone sideways real quick." Courtney's message was similar, expressing her gratitude for the protection. Despite the annoyance, a small smile played on her lips. It was moments like these that reminded her of the highlights of her career.

That night, as she lay in her hotel room, she heard a soft knock on the door. To her surprise, it was Jenson, his grin as wide as when he won his first championship. They had agreed to keep their relationship under wraps to avoid unnecessary distractions, but seeing him here made her heart skip a beat. "Couldn't stay away, huh, JB?" she teased, letting him in.

"I had to wish you luck in person," he said, his eyes twinkling. He leaned in for a kiss, and she melted into his embrace, feeling his warmth and the comfort of his presence. The weight of the race weekend lifted off her shoulders for a brief moment in his arms. "I'm feeling another win in the air," he murmured conspiratorially. Michaela, ever superstitious, could only scoff shyly at his words, choosing instead to draw his lips back to hers.

"I won't be able to stay for long," Jenson hummed into her hair. "Don't want to distract you from tomorrow."

Michaela pulled away with a nod, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "As if you could," she teased, taking in his disheveled, jetlagged appearance. Despite their efforts to keep their relationship a secret, they couldn't resist the occasional stolen moment together. "But, I guess you're right. I'm going to be fighting for my life between Checo and Charles."

Jenson's eyes searched hers, a hint of worry flickering. "You've got this," he said with a firm nod. "Just remember, it's not just you out there. You've got a whole team backing you, and they want to see you on that top step more than anyone else."

"More than you?" She snicked as her fingers danced over the five-o-clock shadow dusting his jaw and spilling over onto his cheeks.

"Well, almost." His laugh was soft, a gentle rumble in his chest. "But I'll be watching from the Sky Box, cheering louder than anyone."

Michaela's eyes searched his, and she knew he meant it. His support had been unwavering, even if the world wasn't ready for their relationship to be in the spotlight. "Thank you, babe."

000.⠀⠀MARCH 27, 2022    ›    Jeddah, Saudi Arabia

The morning of the race dawned hot and dry, the air thick with anticipation. As she suited up in the garage, the smell of the city's surroundings filled her nostrils, a scent that she had come to associate with victory. The engineers made their final checks, and she took her place in the cockpit, feeling the car come alive around her.

The start of the race was clean, and she slotted into second place behind Sergio with ease. For the first stint, she held her position, her tires gripping the track like a vice. Her heart raced as the laps ticked by, the sound of the cars a harmony in her ears. But as the race progressed, the heat began to take its toll. The tire degradation was higher than expected, and she felt the car slipping away from her, especially under braking.

When Nicolas Latifi crashed and the safety car was deployed, her engineers told her to stay out on track. The pit wall was insistent, saying they were playing the long game. Her heart sank as she watched her rivals peel into the pit lane.

With a frustrated hiss, she questioned the decision of her team's strategy, "My tires are shot, and I'm losing time!"

Rob, her engineer, remained calm over the radio, "Mick, hold your position. We need to maximize your stint and we’ll pit you at the exact right time." When he was met with silence from the Australian, he added additional context. "If we play this right, you can win this race."

But as the safety car pulled away and the green lights signaled the restart, the truth of her situation hit her like a sledgehammer. The Mercedes of George Russell in front of her streaked away, the gap between them widening like a chasm with every passing corner. Her tires screamed in protest, the grip she once had now a distant memory. Each time she tried to push, the car would wobble, threatening to take her out of the race entirely.

Her engineer's voice grew more urgent in her ear. "Michaela, keep pushing! You're outside the pit window. Just a few more laps."

Michaela gritted her teeth, the car's handling deteriorating with every passing second. "I can't keep up like this," she replied through gritted teeth. "If we don't pit, I'll crash."

Her voice grew more desperate as she felt her grip on the race slipping away. "Tires are gone, Rob! I need to pit now."

The team's response was a tense silence, then, "Pit now, Mick. In and out. We're going for a fresh set of hards." Michaela nearly rolled her eyes at the defeat in Rob's voice, the weight of her pleas settling in as she rounded the last few corners before the pit entry.

In a flash of orange, she peeled into the pit lane, the crew springing into action around her. The tires were slapped onto her car with practiced accuracy, the milliseconds ticking by like hours. Her heart sank further as she saw her position drop down the order. When she re-joined the race, she had fallen to eighth. Only six laps remained, and she was nowhere near the podium she had been fighting for.

Her engineer's voice crackled over the radio. "Mick, we're issuing team orders. You're to overtake Esteban but keep behind Lando. You're the better defender. We need to protect our position."

Michaela's jaw clenched around the mouthpiece. "But I can pass Lando and chase Russell for 4th!"

"Negative," Rob responded firmly. "Prioritize passing Esteban and hold your position behind Lando."

Michaela's knuckles tightened further around the steering wheel. The injustice of the situation burned in her chest, but she knew arguing with the team was futile. With a deep breath, she begrudgingly accepted the order and focused back on the track. Esteban was in her sights, and she had to make a move. She waited for the right moment, then pounced, her car screaming as it flew past the Alpine.

Her eyes flicked to her mirrors, expecting to see Ocon falling behind. But instead, she saw his navy blue car approaching with alarming speed.

"What the hell?" she muttered under her breath. She knew the Alpines were fast in Jeddah, but she didn't anticipate Esteban to be so aggressive. "Keep it clean, Ocon," she warned, her voice tight as she muttered the words under her breath. Her warning went unheard. Esteban's car was all over hers, pushing her to the edge of the track. Her tires screeched as she fought to keep control, the heat from the asphalt rising like waves around her.

The team's voice crackled in her ear, "Michaela, hold your position." The warning came as if Rob had read her mind. If Esteban were to come even a hair closer to her under the breaking, the nose of his French car would be right under the tail of her McLaren.

Michaela's eyes flicked to her dashboard, the gap between her and Lando steadily closing. Her teeth ground together in frustration. The Englishman was making no effort to increase his pace, even if just to help her out.

"Why am I being held up?" she demanded.

"Michaela," Rob's voice came through, potentially as frustrated as she was. "We need you to hold onto your position," Rob replied, his tone straightforward but strained. "Concentrate on Esteban please."

Michaela bit back an objection, knowing the situation was already tense enough. Instead, she focused on the task at hand. Esteban was relentless, his car a constant presence in her mirrors. The tension grew palpable until she could almost feel the heat of his exhaust.

With four laps to go, she had had enough. "If Esteban lunges at me again, I'm going for it," she announced over the radio, her voice tight with determination. "Lando needs to get out of the way or we're both out of this race."

"Negative, Michaela," Rob's voice was stern. "Stay put."

Michaela's eyes flicked to the dashboard. The gap to Lando was practically nonexistent. Esteban's relentless pressure was getting to her. The Frenchman's impatience grew more apparent with each corner, his car nibbling at hers every chance he got. The tension mounted until it was almost unbearable, almost choking her with impatience.

As they approached the final corner of the 46th lap, Esteban made his move, darting to the inside. But he'd made a mistake. He'd overcooked it, and now he was too close for comfort. In a split second, her instincts took over. She jerked the wheel to the right, cutting him off, and took the corner with the precision of a fighter pilot. The crowd held their breaths as the two cars danced a dangerous dance, their paint almost touching.

"Michaela, what are you doing?" Rob's voice was sharp in her ear.

Her heart racing, she shot back, "Making sure I don't get taken out of this fucking race!" She glanced in her mirrors, expecting to see Esteban's car in a cloud of dust and gravel, but somehow he managed to stay on track. The move had been risky, but it was the only option she had.

The team was furious. "Michaela, that was unprofessional," Rob barked over the radio. "We need you to calm down and bring it home." 

At first, she could not comprehend why Rob was so angry with her. The move, though sudden, had kept her out of the barriers of the Jeddah Corniche Circuit. But as she glanced in her left mirror she realized the source of the engineer's anger. Lando's helmet stared back at her as his head whipped back and forth between the back of her car and the front of Esteban's. The three of them were now nose to tail with Michaela out in front, the podium a distant memory.

Her eyes narrowed as she focused on the straight ahead. "Tell Lando I apologize," she murmured into the microphone. But she didn't truly mean it. The fire in her belly had been lit and she wasn't about to let it die out now. "But if he can't keep up, I'm not waiting around."

Her radio crackled with Zak Brown's voice, the McLaren team principal's tone a mix of annoyance and disappointment. "Michaela, please give the position back to Lando."

Michaela clenched her jaw, the taste of a podium now replaced with the bitter taste of defeat. With gritted teeth, she responded, "But I've been faster this entire race."

"It's not about speed right now," Zak said, his voice firm. "It's about the team. We need those points. Do it, Mick." 

She gritted her teeth, trying to push aside the anger bubbling inside. The podium was lost, and now she was fighting for scraps. She carried on her race without responding to the team's CEO. She knew there would be hell to pay for her attitude during the race but as the laps remaining counted down, she couldn't help but heed the devil on her shoulder telling her to push it further.

She could hear the frustration in Rob's voice as he relayed her new position to her. "You're in sixth now, Mick. Just keep it clean please." The words stung like a slap.

The remaining laps were a blur of orange and blue. She pushed the McLaren to its limits, feeling the g-forces pressing her into the seat. The tires screeched in protest, but she was relentless. Esteban was now the one under pressure, his car visibly struggling with the wear from their intense battle. With each corner, she felt the gap between herself and Lando growing, but she knew it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough for her ego.

As they approached the straight for the final two laps, she could picture the checkered flag in the distance, taunting her. The crowd's roar grew louder, a song of engines and cheers that seemed to fuel her determination. The gap between her and Lando was now stable, but she couldn't help the burning in her chest, the desire to push ahead.

Her thoughts raced as the laps ticked down.

Michaela felt the pressure building in her chest, the taste of failure bitter on her tongue. But she couldn't let it get to her. Not now. She had to push through, had to keep her head in the game. Her eyes flicked to the pit board, the words blurring together as she took in the information. "Fuel level okay, tire degradation stable, no issues." The calmness of the team's voice was in stark contrast to the chaos in her mind.

"Michaela, we will have a conversation after the race," Andreas Seidl's voice was clear, completely devoid of the emotion held in Zak and Rob's voices. Again, she left the message hanging in the air, giving no indication she heard the promise.

Michaela could feel the tension in the air as she took the final corner and crossed the finish line in sixth place. The cheers from the crowd were muffled in her ears as she pulled into the pit lane, her thoughts racing as she killed the engine. She knew she had let her emotions get the better of her, but she couldn't help the feeling of injustice that weighed on her.

As she climbed out of the car, the heat of the day enveloped her in a sticky embrace. The cameras flashed, and the journalists clamored for her attention. She offered them a forced smile, her heart still racing from the adrenaline of the race.

Her team's debrief was short and tense. The engineers avoided eye contact, and she could feel the disapproval radiating from them. "We'll discuss this in Surrey," was all that was said before she was ushered into a quiet corner of the garage.

Zak Brown, her team principal, approached her with a look that could make a seasoned racer quake in their boots. Michaela stood tall against the American, the top of her head a handful of centimeters above his own even without the added height of her loose curls.

"Michaela, in my office, now," he said curtly, his voice cutting through the din of the garage like a knife.

Her heart sank as she followed him, the weight of her McLaren cap feeling heavier than usual. She knew she had crossed a line, but the anger still burned in her chest. They entered the small, air-conditioned space, and the door slammed shut behind them. The coolness of the room was a stark contrast to the heated tension that had built up between her and the team.

"Michaela," Zak began, his voice tight with repressed emotion. "What was that out there?"

Michaela's jaw set as she stared him down. "I was racing. What did you expect?"

Zak's eyes flashed with anger, but he took a deep breath before responding. "I expect a team player, Michaela. Someone who follows orders, not a loose cannon endangering our strategy and our drivers' positions."

Michaela's eyes narrowed. "My tires were gone. The strategy was already ruined when you kept me out under the safety car. I was fighting for what I had left."

"And in doing so, you compromised Lando's race," he fired back. "We had a plan, and you threw it out the window."

Michaela's hands flailed at her sides. "A plan that was flawed from the start!" she retorted. "My tires were shot. You knew that. And yet, you made me stay out, and for what? Sixth place?" She huffed as her arms crossed over her chest. "I was in a podium position before you threw it all away!"

Zak leaned forward, his palms flat on the desk. "You know the politics of this sport, Mick. Sometimes, you have to make sacrifices for the greater good. For the team."

Michaela felt the anger bubbling up again, refusing to understand his point. "I'm aware," she said through gritted teeth. "But you don't sacrifice your faster driver to play tag with the others."

Zak's eyes searched hers, trying to read the emotions behind her brown eyes. "You need to learn to trust us, Mick. We're all in this together."

Michaela took a deep breath, the adrenaline of the race still coursing through her veins. "I do trust you," she said, her voice strained. "But I'm not going to be the sacrificial lamb every time the strategy doesn't play out perfectly. You know what I’m capable of doing completely on my own in the car. You keep sacrificing my race knowing that I’ll pull points out of my arse every time."

"This isn't about strategy," Zak's voice was firm. "It's about following orders. You had a direct order to hold position, and you disobeyed."

Michaela felt the heat rising to her cheeks. "I was fighting for a podium," she said, her voice low. "You took that away from me and parked me behind Lando. Meanwhile, Ocon's up my arse for 10 laps." She paused, her eyes boring into Zak's. "What would you have done?"

Zak leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. "What I expect from you is to be a professional, to respect the team's decisions, and to bring home the points we need." He paused, his gaze never wavering. "If you can't do that, then maybe McLaren isn't the right place for you."

The words hung in the air, a silent bomb that exploded in her chest. The room felt smaller, the air thicker with each beat of her racing heart. "Is that a threat?" she asked, her voice steady despite the turmoil within.

Zak's gaze was unwavering. "It's a reality check," he said firmly. "We need drivers who are willing to work as part of the team. If you can't do that, then we'll have to consider other options for next season."

Michaela's eyes narrowed, her mind racing. She knew her value in the sport. Her talent had taken her to the pinnacle of motorsport, and she wasn't about to let a bad strategy call and a poorly-handled team order ruin her career. "Other options?" she repeated, her voice like a coiled spring ready to snap. "Like who? Latifi?" She scoffed with a roll of her eyes.

Zak's expression remained stoic. "Don't push me, Michaela," he warned. "You're not the only one with offers on the table."

Michaela's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and defiance. "Is that right?" she retorted. "Well, maybe it's time we had a real conversation about my ‘offers’."

The room grew tense as the unspoken words hung in the air. She knew her worth and wasn't about to let them push her around. McLaren was not Ferrari and she was two years removed from the conversation that haunted her every moment of every day. The stakes were high, but so was her pride.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she glanced down to see a call from Jenson. She quickly silenced it, knowing she couldn't deal with him right now. The urge to throw something across the room was strong, but she had to keep her cool. Instead, she turned her focus back to the stern face of Zak Brown.

"Look, I know I screwed up," she admitted, her voice tight with tension. "But I had to do something. If you can't see that, then I'm not sure why you keep me here."

Zak's expression didn't soften. "You're here because you're fast, Mick. But speed alone doesn't win championships. You need to learn to work with the team. We're not at the top yet, and to get there you and Lando will need each other."

Michaela took a moment to digest his words. The truth stung, but she knew he wasn't wrong. "Fine," she said, her voice tight. "But you can't expect me to just accept being held back like that. It's not right for either of us."

"We're a team, Mick," Zak's tone had softened slightly. "We win together, we lose together. Sometimes that means making tough calls. But you have to trust that we're making them for the greater good."

Michaela took a deep breath, the fight draining from her. "I get it," she said, though her voice was filled with the weight of her disappointment. "But you have to understand how it feels when you're out there, fighting for something that you know you could have easily had."

Zak's eyes searched hers, and for a moment, she thought she saw a glimmer of understanding. "We all want the same thing," he said, his voice softer now. "We want to win. But we can't do it alone."

Michaela nodded, the anger subsiding into a dull ache. "I know," she said, her voice a whisper. "But sometimes it feels like I'm fighting Lando's battles and not my own."

Zak leaned back in his chair, his face etched with concern. "You're both important to this team, Mick. We need both of you firing on all cylinders. But you're right, we can't keep playing this game of musical chairs with you two. We'll sit down after the season, review what happened today, and make sure it doesn't happen again."

"After the season?" She whispered, eyes shining in disbelief. With a steadying breath, she chose her next words carefully. "My contract expires in Abu Dhabi. If you can't make up your mind, like I said, I have options."

Zak's gaze sharpened. "Your contract is our top concern. Focus on the races ahead, and we'll talk about priorities before the season’s over." His tone was final, but the flicker of doubt in his eyes was not lost on her.

Michaela nodded, swiping a stray curl from her forehead. "Fine," she said, her voice tight. "But if I'm going to be fighting for the team, I need the team to fight for me."

Zak nodded, his gaze still doubtful. "I understand," he said. "Now go cool off, and we'll talk more after the race weekend."

Michaela turned and left the office, her heart racing as she walked through the garage. The sounds of the team working on the cars echoed around her, but she was in her own world, lost in thought. Her relationship with McLaren had always been complicated, but she had never felt so at odds with them before. She knew her disobedience was a risk, but she couldn't just sit back and watch her chances slip away without a fight.

The paddock was a blur of sponsor banners and team personnel as she made her way back to her motorhome. She needed to be alone, to think. The door clicked shut behind her, and she leaned against it, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She felt the weight of the team's disappointment and the fear of what her future might hold.

Her phone buzzed again, this time with a message from Lando.

What the fuck was that???

His anger was palpable through the screen. She rolled her eyes, typing a quick response.

Piss off.

But she didn't hit send. Instead, she tossed the phone on the couch and stalked to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water. The cool liquid did little to ease the heat of anger and frustration burning within her. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to center herself. When she opened them again, she saw her reflection in the chrome of the fridge door, the fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows across her face.

Her thoughts were a tumultuous storm, swirling with the memories of the race, the team's betrayal, and the looming conversation with Jenson she hadn't had the guts to take. She knew he would understand her anger, her need to push back. But she also knew he'd be worried about her, about her being distracted.

Michaela took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. Her heart was racing, adrenaline still coursing through her veins. She had to call him back, had to explain. She couldn't ignore his messages forever. She picked up the phone and dialed his number, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly as the promise of his warm British accent eased her racing mind.

"Hey," she began, her voice softer than she had intended.

"Hey," Jenson's voice was filled with concern. "What happened out there? I watched the whole thing. That podium was right there."

Michaela sighed, leaning against the cool metal of the fridge. "You know how it goes," she said, trying to keep the anger from her voice. "Team orders. Fucked strategy."

"They're not always right, love," Jenson said gently. "But you've got to play the game."

Michaela scoffed. "I know," she said, the frustration clear in her voice. "But when you're out there, and you know you can win, it's hard to hold back."

"I get it," Jenson said, his voice soothing. "But you're smarter than that. You know you can't win them all."

Michaela took a sip of water, the cold liquid barely quenching the venom in her voice. "This one was so close," she said, the anger still raw. "Until they decided to throw it away so I could help Lando out."

"You know it's not personal, Mick," Jenson said, his voice a gentle reminder of the harsh reality of the sport. "It's just business."

Michaela nodded, though he couldn't see her. "Yeah, I know," she replied, her voice tight. "But it feels personal when I'm the one left holding all the blame."

"They're just trying to manage the situation, love," Jenson's voice was calm and rational, a learned approach to the storm of emotions swirling within her. "You know how it is. Sometimes you have to make the tough calls."

Michaela's grip on the water bottle tightened. "But why me?" she demanded, the frustration bubbling over. "Why am I always the one who has to make the sacrifice?"

"Because you're the strongest, Michaela," Jenson's voice was firm. "You can handle it. You're the one who can bring home the points they need."

Michaela let out a frustrated sigh, her grip on the water bottle loosening slightly. "It just doesn't feel fair," she murmured.

"I know," Jenson said sympathetically. "But you're in a tough position. You're fighting for yourself and for the team. Sometimes those goals don't align."

Michaela nodded, her reflection in the fridge door looking tired and defeated. "I just don't know if I can keep doing this," she whispered. "The season's barely started and I'm already fighting the team just to do the things I know I can."

Jenson's voice grew more serious. "You're not alone in this, Mick. You've got me, you've got Guido, and you've got options. Don't let them push you around."

Michaela felt a glimmer of hope in the pit of her stomach. Options. She had options. And she wasn't going to let McLaren bully her into second place behind Lando. She took a deep breath, feeling the coolness of the motorhome's air-conditioning on her flushed cheeks. "I know," she said, her voice stronger. "I'll talk to Guido, and see what he thinks."

Guido was her loyal manager, a shrewd Italian with a keen sense of Formula 1 politics. He'd been her rock since the early days, navigating her through the treacherous waters of contract negotiations and political games. If anyone could help her figure this out, it was him.

Michaela took a moment to compose herself before calling him. "Guido," she began, her voice a mix of frustration and determination. "We need to talk."

Guido's response was measured. "Hello to you too, Michaela."

"You watched the race," she stated, not bothering with pleasantries. "Where do I go from here?"

Guido's sigh was audible over the line. "You've got two choices, cara. You either suck it up and deal with it, or you start looking elsewhere."

Michaela's eyes narrowed as she paced the small space of the motorhome. "Looking elsewhere isn't exactly ideal, is it?" she asked, her voice laced with sarcasm.

"Ideal is relative in this business," Guido said, his tone unwavering. "But if you're not happy, you can't perform. And if you're not performing, the team won't be happy either. It's a delicate balance."

Michaela stopped pacing, her eyes focused on a point in the middle of the floor. "I know," she said, her voice tight. "But what do I do now?"

Guido was silent for a moment, the crackle of the line the only sound between them. "You've got a good relationship with the team," he said finally. "But you can't let them push you around like this. You need to sit down with Zak, with the team, and lay out your expectations. Make it clear that you're here to win, not just to make up the numbers."

Michaela nodded, her mind racing. "And if they don't listen?" She asked, the fire of defiance burning in her eyes.

Guido's response was swift and firm. "Then we explore those other options," he said. "But for now, focus on the next race. Show them that you're not just defiant to be defiant. Prove your worth, and the power will shift back in your favor."

Michaela nodded, the gravity of the situation settling in her bones. "Alright," she said, her voice a mix of frustration and resolve. "I'll talk to them, lay it out. But if it doesn't change, then we're looking elsewhere."

Guido's response was swift and firm. "Good," he said. "I'm tired of the dreadful UK weather, to be honest, this might be a good change for us." He chuckled with an air of mischief to his words.

Michaela managed a small smile. "Don't get ahead of yourself," she cautioned, though the thought of a change was tempting. "First, I need to have that talk with Zak. And then we'll see where it goes from there."

Guido's chuckle turned serious. "Just remember, you're the asset here, not them. Don't let them forget it."

Michaela took another deep breath, feeling a surge of determination. "I won't," she promised, ending the call. She took a moment to collect herself before walking out of the motorhome, ready to face the media and the team with a newfound sense of resolve.

The press pen was a minefield of questions about her decision to ignore team orders and the state of her relationship with Lando. She navigated them with a calmness she didn't feel, keeping her answers short and focused on the race ahead. When asked about her future with McLaren, she replied with a polished smile, "I'm committed to giving my all to the team this season. After that, we'll see what the future holds."

Once the press conference concluded, she sought refuge in the team's garage, surrounded by the familiar hum of her car being dissected by engineers. Rob, her trusted engineer, met her with a furrowed brow. "What's the damage?" she asked, referring not just to her car, but to her standing within the team.

"It's... a bit tense," Rob said, his voice tight. "But let's focus on the positives. Your driving was phenomenal, especially that move on Esteban. You really showed your grit."

Michaela nodded, acknowledging the compliment, but the conversation with Guido played in her mind like a broken record. Her future in McLaren was no longer a given. "I know," she said, her voice steady. "But I need to speak with Zak and Andreas again. I can't keep doing this."

"You're not wrong," Rob admitted, his eyes on the data screens. "But timing is everything. Give it a day or two, let the dust settle."

Michaela nodded, though she wasn't convinced. The sting of today's race was still fresh, and the thought of waiting only added to the frustration boiling in her veins. "I'm sorry for putting you in that position," she said, her voice genuine. "I got caught up in my frustration and took out on you. I'm sorry."

Rob gave her a small smile. "Don't worry about it, Mick," he said, his eyes lifting from their focus on the screens. "And just between the two of us, I would've done the same thing." The show of support was accented with a cheeky wink, a silent laugh escaping through their noses in amusement.

Michaela couldn't help but feel a little relieved by his understanding, but the weight of the day's events didn't entirely lift. She nodded, taking another deep breath. "Thanks, Rob," she said, her voice sincere. "I just need to figure out what's next."

"You've got this," Rob said, patting her on the shoulder before returning to the car. She watched him for a moment, his movements efficient and focused. Then, with a sigh, she turned and made her way out of the garage, back into the glaring lights of the paddock.

[billybob598]

Scary Crashes (Katie McCabe x Reader)

2 fics in 1 day I'm literally so awesome. Also, sorry for the shit title I couldn't think of anything else sooo, just ignore that bit. Remember, any feedback good or bad is welcomed! As always, have fun reading!

Word Count: 1K (Kinda short but who cares)

“This is gonna be so much fun!” Katie exclaims as she walks alongside you in the paddock. You chuckle at her excitement.

“Yeah, it’s going to be great babe,” you say before stopping to take some photos with fans. You were a driver with Ferrari and while it had been a tough season, you were confident heading into Silverstone this weekend. What made it even better is that Katie, your girlfriend, was attending. She had come to a couple of races, but it always made you feel better to have her there.

The weekend had been tough, free practice had been okay and you were out-qualified by your teammate, Charles. Katie watched excitedly from the garage as the race got underway. The race had been terrible, Ferrari in complete Ferrari style had fucked up your strategy,

“No! Guys, we can’t keep doing this. Fuck! Mate, this has gone from bad to an absolute shithole of a race,” you say over the radio.

As it gets closer and closer to the chequered flag, you try your very best to make some places back up. After your pit stop you came out P13, but you were able to crawl back up to P8. You tried multiple times to get past Pierre Gasly’s Alpine in P7 but to no avail. You were starting to get frustrated,

“He’s driving a bit dangerously, no? Did you see him do the double move on the straight?”

“Yep, we saw it. Just keep focused Y/N, you’ll get him,” your engineer says back to you.

On the next lap, you get a good exit out of Woodcote and use the slipstream to your advantage as you guys head into Copse. Gasly defends the inside so, you decide to try around the outside. Katie holds her breath as she watches on the TV. One second you’re thinking you’ve got him on the outside, the next you’re spinning around as gravel spills into the cockpit. At first, you think you’ve just span out and that you’re probably beached in the gravel trap. That is until you smash into the tyre barrier at over 200km/h. All the air gets pressed out of your lungs when you hit the wall with over 50G’s. Immediately after you hit, you black out.

Everyone inside the Ferrari garage is scrambling, trying to see if you’re okay or not. Your engineer is getting no response over the radio. All the cameras on the car had been broken. Katie was full-on panicking. As the team tried to see if you were okay, Katie couldn’t help but fear for the worst, especially when the ambulance had to come. 

You wake up when someone starts to shake your shoulders. Your eyes adjust to the light and when you look up you see a marshal standing over you asking if you’re okay. You give him a nod and thumbs up, before switching on the radio,

“You okay? Y/N, are you okay?” The engineer keeps repeating.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Ahhhhh fuck, everything kinda hurts though,” you answer.

“Yeah, just stay where you are, marshals are coming and so are some paramedics,”

“Okay, copy,”

It takes a couple of minutes for the marshals to get you out, but when they do you are met with thunderous applause from the crowds. Waving a hand to let them know you’re okay, Katie breathes a sigh of relief. She gets informed by your assistant that you are heading to the hospital for a check-up because it was quite the impact. Katie drives to the hospital as quickly as possible. She knows you’re more or less okay considering you were able to walk out of the car, but she needed to see you with her own eyes. The Irish woman asks the receptionist where you are quite urgently, maybe a little rudely, but she’s Katie McCabe what do you expect from her? When she’s shown to your room she’s informed that you are sleeping. So, she quietly tip-toes into the room and sees you laying there with a couple of machines hooked up to you. Deciding you should keep sleeping, she goes and asks the doctor about how you are. The doctor says that for the most part, you’re okay, your only injury being bruised ribs. He tells her that you're only going to be hooked up to the oxygen machine for a little bit, they just didn’t want to take any chances.

It’s a couple hours before you wake up and when you do you’re met with your girlfriend looking anxious. She has no idea you’re awake yet, so you slowly reach out for her hand and slip her fingers in between yours. Her head jerks up.

“Oh my God, Y/N. Jesus Christ you had me so scared there,” she says quickly. You point in the direction of the door, silently asking for her to go get the doctor so he could take the oxygen mask off. “Oh yeah, right of course. I’ll go get him.”

The doctor does a quick check-up on you before ultimately deciding that you were good to go. He releases you from the hospital, much to your happiness and Katie’s worry. When you guys get back to the hotel, Katie carries all your bags inside, even though you did offer multiple times. All night, Katie won’t let you do anything. Water? Brings multiple glasses of it. Hungry? Don’t worry, she’s got a plate stacked sky-high with food. In pain? She’ll force multiple painkillers down your throat. Some might find it overbearing, but you on the other hand found it endearing. Katie usually acted tough, but it was in moments like these that she shows just how caring and thoughtful she can be. 

“Are you good? Do you need anything else?” Katie asks.

“Nah, babe. I think I’m all good. Thank you for everything today,” you say gratefully.

“Of course, you scared me there Y/N,” she says the last part quietly. You drag her beside you on the bed.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” you say scratching the back of your neck.

“Never again Y/N, never again,” she says sternly. She grins at you before kissing you. 

As you fall asleep you can’t believe how lucky you are to have a girlfriend as awesome as yours.

[cheriladycl01]

Better than me - Charles Leclerc x Reader Part 2

Plot: You are a rookie in your first f1 season, adding to the ever-growing amount of Brits performing in the grid.

“Radio check” Dan says to you.

“Loud and clear” you voice back, you pull out of the pits behind Alex, pulling into the P11 grid spot.

“Immediately go for the attack when those lights go, try get past Alonso” you hear him again. You stay silent trying to quiet the worries going around your mind, just have it blank, only driving.

You wait and the minute those 5 red lights go out, you put you foot down.

"And we've had an amazing start for Audi in their first race at Sakhir, Albon has managed to overtake the Ferrari of Carlo Sainz and is now closing in on Perez, while his teammate Y/L/N a little further down the grid starting in P11 not only has she taken over Alonso in the Aston Martin but she's pulled past Piastri as he slows down into turn one. I have to say if she is amazing at one other thing, other than her driving its got to be her ability to learn from her mistakes quickly" the commentator says.

"Leclerc is still leading, you've got Norris ahead, 1.9second gap. You will catch him in Sector 2 if you keep at this speed" your engineer admits to you. You take that as a sign to speed up along the straight and go break later into turn four. In a breeze you pass the next three turns, your tires warming up from the motion.

"Your closing that gap with Norris, outside on the hairpin turn and push" your engineer advises.

"Y/L/N is closing that gap on Lando Norris and he can feel the pressure as she is chasing after him, relentlessly round turns 5,6 and 7. She's going for the outer overtake on the hairpin turn and does she get it? OH so close, Lando sped up at the last minute making her back off to avoid their wheels clipping. Her pace into faltering however and its inevitable she will catch him on the straight in Sector 2, if she goes into turn 10 the same we she annihilated turn 8" the commentator says, watching you from his box.

"Okay, you can overtake on the straight, then keep holding him off. Don't think about George for now"

"Copy that" you say, as you come out of the hairpin turn, Lando clipped the curb, his car spinning a little from the lack of control giving you the advantage to overtake on the outside of the turn and full throttle it down the straight in sector 2.

"Yellow flag, Verstappen and Alex have crashed, i repeat Yellow Flag Alex and Verstappen have crashed. Reports of debris along turn 14" Dan says.

"Are they both okay?" you ask, slowing your speed, seeing George ahead of you. You come up down the straight seeing the Red Bull and Audi spun off at turn 14.

"Hold"

"Both drivers are okay, looking at whose fault it was now. Yellow flag is down and Russel is 2 seconds ahead. You are currently P6"

After 29 laps, you needed to pit. Lando, Leclerc, Piastri and Alonso had already pitted so you came out behind Lando and Alonso. You were practically on his tail as you'd come out of the pits and managed to overtake him.

"Amazing you are currently P7"

"Thanks for the quick pit stop. Need to get these tires warm before i can catch Lando" you advise.

"Lando is currently P5, its George ahead of you now, 2 seconds"

"Copy" you say.

You pit once more, you had heard that there had been some tension up ahead with Leclerc and Hamilton, meaning Leclerc was now P2 and the Mercedes was now leading. You were now on laps 54 out of 57.

You closed in on George getting up to P6, however that didn't last for long as he re-overtook you, on turn 8. However again at turn 9, you made a risky move that ended up making you prevail.

"And what is this we are seeing here? Russell and Y/L/N are dancing around each other from the track. This is an amazing show of not only her level of driving as George has been here for 6 seasons now and is the more experienced driver, but it also shows how well the Audi is competing against cars like the Mercedes. What's this we are coming up to sector 3 and Y/N has just floored it on the straight! Can she catch up to Norris in the last two laps AND hold of Russell behind her. She created a significant gap between her and Russell but he's being told to push by his engineer"

Russell Radio Engineer: She's just ahead of you, 1.6 second gap and she's picking up the pace. You're going to have to pick it up George George: Yeah I'm trying mate but she's fucking quick.

"Oh, and up ahead Charles Leclerc has pulled up beside Hamilton and they are fighting for the pole position, both are on a podium but who will be in first place... AND ITS CHARLES LECLERC WINNER OF THE BAHRAIN GRAN PRIX 2026. Lewis Hamilton only points of a second behind him, comes in 2nd, and Sainz having snuck up on Perez in that 52nd lap and was able to take home a double podium finish for Ferrari. Perez in 4th, Lando Norris in 5th and an amazing start to her debut into F1 having started at P11 now in P6 we have Audi's only finish of today Y/N"

"Phenomenal driving today Y/N that P6 i repeat that's P6" Dan lets you know over the radio,

You pull up, jumping out the car and immediately are greeted by your team, you take the wheel out handing it to Dan before your team all pull you into a hug, jumping up and down with you. You can feel the camera crew with you filming the moment. You take your helmet of, going in for a single hug with Alex who has a proud look on his face.

"You've been asked to go to a post race panel!" Alex exclaims, he takes you over to your PR Manager Vesper, she tells you that where its your first time and it went so well, the questions shouldn't be derogatory.

You watch the podium, seeing Charles, Carlo and Hamilton all up there spraying each other with the champagne. It only then that you realize you'd just completed your first race with some of your idols. Tears well up in your eyes as you watch the three elated men muck around on the podium.

After you head to the conference room, and walked in with the three podium winners, Alex, Max, Lando and George.

"So our next question goes to Y/N" the interviewing from Sky Sports says and you look up pulling the mic closer to you.

"Well i just want to congratulate you and Audi on a great start to your season. But we did see some tears outside with the Podium were you not happy with your result?" he asks and you chuckle a little bit.

"Erm, ah god this is so embarrassing" you laugh, a slight grunt coming from the back of your throat.

"The team and I were both extremely happy with the result, P6 was more than we were hoping for. Erm and as for the tears, arghh how do i even start this" you say glancing to Charles and Lewis who were sat next to you looking at you with concern and worry in there eyes.

"Please don't look at me like that" you laugh looking down.

"Sorry, erm the reason for the tears was because for the first time i was looking up at some of my idols in the sport having been the one just racing with them. And that moment, that moment meant way more to me than the points I gained today" you admit a massive cheesy grin that rivaled Ricciardo's made its way onto your face.

The interviews finished up and you managed to get talking to the member afterwards.

"So, we are your... what was the word you used... idols?" Charles asks looking at you with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Mmmm not you. Lewis has been an idol of mine for as long as i can remember" you admit and he pulls you in for a hug.

"Well, not that you need them, but if you ever want any tips... you know where to find me" Lewis smiles. You all continue to talk for a little bit longer until it's just you and Charles left.

"You did really well today, I recon you might dare i say it be better than me" he admits making you laugh.

"No way. I'm no where near your level of driving" you admit.

"Mmmm no belle maybe not now, but your ahead of where i was in my rookie season" and he was right, your first race and you'd already got Audi, 8 points on the first race of the year.

"We are having a party tonight, would you like to come?" he asks you a smile coming into your face.

"Yeah, I'd love that!"

[buttercomesfromcows]

Appetizer pt. 2

The banquet had always been cloaked in secrecy, draped in ritual and rare invitations. It wasn’t just an event—it was a myth in motion, a communion for those who didn’t just hold wealth but commanded it. Lineages older than flags, families whose names were whispers behind policy and protocol. These people didn’t need recognition. They needed discretion.

This year, the cause was oceanic conservation. A tasteful ruse. The theme: the Great Pacific Garbage Patch. Attendees were told the gathering supported marine research, particularly the study of life forms adapting to artificial environments. Brochures were handed out, talks were given, screens flickered with animations of microplastics and seafloor discoveries.

It was held in France, in an estate older than America, with salt-air stone and wrought iron balconies wrapped in ivy. Inside, the ballroom had been transformed into something strange and beautiful. Simulated water sounds pulsed gently through the vents. The décor was a contradiction: barnacled elegance and high-fashion refuse. Plastic flowers. Netting like lace. The light was soft and briny, like being submerged.

Axel Loesse, son of maritime engineers, heir to silent investments, took his seat quietly. He was dressed like every other man in the room: tailored black suit, crisp collar, expression unreadable. But beneath the calm veneer, his skin hummed. Events like this always left him slightly undone—so much quiet power concentrated in a single room—but tonight felt different. It felt… electrical.

The food began with marine amuse-bouches: tiny, delicate, and designed to remind you how fragile life is. Fermented sea cucumber on translucent spoons. Coral-pink foam resting on oyster shells. The conversation buzzed politely. Axel responded when spoken to but gave nothing away.

The seat beside him remained empty.

Until she arrived.

No announcement. No pageantry. Just a small woman who slipped into the space beside him like water filling a vessel. Her dark hair was twisted back casually, her green eyes cool and alert. Her dress was black silk, cut close at the waist, draped low at the back. She smelled—not of perfume—but of mineral, like she’d just stepped off a stormy shore.

Axel barely turned his head. But his whole body reacted.

He felt the shift in air pressure between them. Her presence coiled around his nerves with the low hum of danger and allure.

“Bonsoir,” he said, softly.

She turned toward him. Her mouth curved. “Bonsoir.”

She said nothing else. Neither did he.

They ate in silence, course after course. His hand brushed his napkin, hers rested just inches away. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin. The scent of salt clung to her like a second dress. She didn’t introduce herself, and yet he watched her more closely than the waitstaff.

The mousse arrived—seaweed and citrus, served in a shell. And just as he lifted his spoon, she murmured:

“Imagine using a bacon spoon on this.”

Axel choked on a laugh. He turned fully to face her, surprised.

“I—what?”

She looked at him, eyes sparkling. “You know. The kind your grandmother would keep in the drawer and only bring out when it was really wrong to use it.”

He blinked. “That’s… oddly specific.”

She smiled. “So is mousse in a plastic shell.”

Axel stared for a beat too long. Her lips were soft, parted slightly after the joke. He imagined what they’d taste like if kissed—salted mousse and cold wine. Something twisted low in his abdomen.

“You’re… media?” he asked, voice a little too low.

She shrugged. “Used to be.”

Her gaze never dropped. “Now I’m just the ghost that signs the checks.”

“Ava Wolf,” she said later, as casually as if offering a napkin. “In case you want to know who you’re not seducing.”

Axel felt heat rise to his collar. His laugh was dry. “I wasn’t—”

“You were.”

She wasn’t wrong.

The room dimmed. Final course. A hush fell over the crowd. Silver domes lifted.

A broth, clear and rich, filled shallow bowls. In the center of each: a cluster of glistening orange eggs. Suspended inside them were translucent crustacean forms, curved and fetal. Unmoving.

Axel inhaled. The aroma was intoxicating—sea salt, blood, citrus rind. The sound of the host’s voice drifted around him: something about the creature’s rarity. Its death. Its sacrifice. The depth it was pulled from.

Then—on the screen behind the stage—an explosion of light. Footage of the carcass. A massive crab. Her kill.

Her kill.

Axel turned slowly toward Ava. Her face was unreadable. Her eyes didn’t blink.

He looked down at the dish. The eggs glistened. Trembled almost imperceptibly in the broth.

Something primal surged inside him. Revulsion and awe. Fear and arousal.

He lifted the spoon. Tasted it.

Salt and sweetness collided. He gasped.

“I can feel it,” he whispered. “The ocean. It’s like I’m being dragged under and kissed.”

He turned to her, desperate for some tether.

“Ava… what do you—”

But she was gone.

Her chair was still warm. Her dish untouched.

And Axel sat back, breath shallow, heart hammering like he’d just been touched and left aching. His skin felt too tight. His mouth still tasted of salt and memory.

He’d never not want her again.

[somethingsomethingwords]

Hello to everyone. I wrote this a while ago, and today it seems like a good day to post it. As always thanks for reading. Enjoy 💜.

The quake was the first evidence that something was very wrong. When Sebastian arrived at the control cabin, the air was heavy with the smell of smoke, but there was no fire in sight.

He quickly scanned the room, but all he could see were the empty seats. He shouted his partner's name, but no answer was heard.

He sprinted to his bedroom, hoping he was asleep there, but he wasn't that lucky.

The last place he wanted to search was the most probable to be occupied.

He ran toward the engine room, and there he was.

Charles sat on the floor in the middle of the room and was surrounded by cables of all sizes and materials. They hugged his legs, and some seemed to be starting to climb his chest.

Seb quickly kneeled in front of his teammate, and called his name while cupping his cheeks.

"Charles? Can you hear me?" he whispered, hoping not to be too late.

The light touch seemed to shake Charles, but when he opened his eyes, they had an unnatural metallic hue to them.

"Charles, no. It's too dangerous. Let's get you out of here" he pleaded, even if he knew what Charles was going to say.

"Too late... Danger... Protect" were the robotic words he spoke.

"Charles, please. They are not worth your life. You don't owe them this" he wanted to cry.

Charles was going to almost completely fuse with the spaceship, trying to keep it together long enough to reach safety, so that their stupid mission was successful and their idiotic scuderia could gain new information.

It had been an honour to travel under the black horsed flag. Now it was becoming his worst nightmare.

He wanted to destroy the damned ship, but knew that it would only hurt the other man further.

He didn't have saints to pray, Gods to ask for help or mercy. He only had his beloved, this foolish brave young man, and he was slowly losing him, too.

He lowered his head, feeling the tears starting to fill his eyes and fighting them, when he felt a hand on his cheek.

He suddenly raised his head, staring in two differently coloured eyes. One inhuman blue, the other that natural green he loved, that reminded him of the Earth, of sunshine and mountains and lakes. The prettiest, most wonderful colour he had ever seen.

Both eyes were now crying, even if the face had no expression.

"Not them... You, Sebee" he pronounced these words with such conviction that Seb could do nothing but stare at him, letting the tears flow.

Then Charles closed his eyes, and didn't reopen them. He fell backwards, and even more cables moved to take his chest, his arms, his head, until all Seb could see was the right side of his face.

The ship shook once again, and now he could smell the burnt flesh of his beloved. He was burning up, branding his skin for a man who never had the courage to say me too, to say I feel the same, to say I love you more than I've ever loved anything or anyone and I don't know how to handle it and I'm scared you will soon realise you could have someone better, but if you'll have me I'll never leave your side for as long as you allow me.

And now he could have lost that chance forever.

The only thing he could do was wait and hope.

It felt like years had passed, not mere hours, when Sebastian opened his eyes.

He was sitting against a wall, facing the tangle of wires that hid Charles.

He suddenly stood up when it began to recede from him, leaving his unconscious body lying there, as he hadn't spent hours being fused with the ship. It was littered in small cuts and deep burnt markings, with rings of bruises circling his neck, arms and ankles.

He ran to him, and kneeled to check his pulse. It was steady, but he probably would sleep for a few days.

So Seb picked him up, and brought him to his quarters, slightly bigger and where he could always keep an eye on the younger man.

He was right. It took Charles two full days and a half to wake up, and when he did, it was almost worse.

He only spoke French, couldn't seem to recognise Seb and cried for only the Stars knew what reason.

Seb didn't abandon him, he couldn't. So he sat through all the tears, the light punches and the mumbled words.

He sat and stayed and waited, until all energy ran out and Charles passed out again.

It was the day after, when Charles woke up properly.

He was pale, and the shadows under his eyes were deep and almost purple, but he was awake, and he wasn't going anywhere.

"Ehi, Cha. How do you feel?"

"Like I've been chewed and spat out and chewed some more, same as usual. You? The ship?"

"Everything is ok. The ship isn't reporting any damage, and I'm, well, not fine. But you are here, and that's what matters"

Charles just looked at him for a couple of seconds, then softly smiled and lifted his arm.

"Come, lie with me. We are both tired" he almost whispered, and it sent shivers down Seb's spine.

"Charles, we need to..."

"Cuddle and rest. Then, we'll do anything you want" he interrupted the blonde.

But Sebastian was a weak old man, and the few days of solitude had taken their toll. So he lied down, hugged Charles and inhaled his scent.

"Only 10 minutes"

"Mhmh" agreed the other, already half asleep.

They, in fact, slept for more than ten minutes.

[angelofrainfrogs]

Going Back: Ch. 18

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: Things are looking up for Gregory. After putting the soul of a formerly-immortal killer to rest, he and his new family can finally begin their lives anew. Sure, Gregory might have been cursed with mysterious Remnant in exchange for being involved in this mess—not to mention his caretakers consist of sentient robots and ghosts… But there’s no doubt that the bond they share is unbreakable. They love him, and he in turn. 

All in all, life is finally starting to go right for once. 

…Unfortunately, true peace is a hard-won battle. There are other things to contend with besides William’s decrepit soul, and Gregory will learn that his role in the lives of the Aftons and Emilys is far greater than anyone could’ve imagined. 

Rating: T

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Terry and Rita tried to keep silent in each other’s presence. The acts they were committing here were felonious and could get them into big trouble—but the risk was worth it against the stakes of not finding Gregory. While his presence at the house was unwanted, it got the family more money at the end of the year. And now that there were eyes from the foster organization on them, having a solid answer for what the hell happened to him would also kept the Smiths out of jail for child neglect. A lot rode on finding evidence that Gregory was kidnapped and taken to this place… even if that evidence wasn’t entirely true.

Whatever happened, happened.

Terry couldn’t say he felt entirely bad for the kid. Gregory was a troublemaker and an attention-seeker in his eyes. He couldn’t help but feel somewhat responsible for the kid’s disappearance, but honestly he’d be okay on a personal level if they didn’t end up finding Gregory; in that case, all he and his wife could do was pick up the pieces and learn to forget about the horrible kid that used to live with them.

“Do you see anything?” Terry asked impatiently, poking his head around a corner.

“Not yet—and keep your voice down!” Rita hissed, shooting a glare at Terry over her shoulder.

They were on the second floor now, having bypassed the lower attractions of Fazerblast and Monty Golf. From the map they'd studied before their tryst, these attractions had elevators leading down to the main areas, which the Smiths did not want to get stuck in. Their plan was to check all the rooms on one level first, then move onto those more complicated ones.

So, the pair found themselves outside Roxy's Raceway, quickly slipping under the first garage door and out of the main atrium. Taking a minute to gather their bearings, Rita tilted her head to the side.

“Hey, do you hear... engines?” she asked tentatively, unsure if her mind was playing tricks on her. Despite the neon lights, this place was weirdly freaky at night. She raised an eyebrow at Terry. “...You think someone's on the racetrack?”

Terry slipped his hand over her back, right in the middle of Rita’s shoulder blades as he bent to look around a corner. Those were for sure the distinct sounds of engines roaring along the track.

“They have dummies to drive; they’re probably just doing some after-hours testing,” Terry mentioned. Though not a second later, the famed holler of Roxanne Wolf broke the monotonous sound of engines and tires skidding on the track. As the humans cautiously approached, Terry could plainly see Chica waving a little flag in her hand with Roxy’s face on it from the sidelines.

“GO, ROXY! Show those kids how to redline it!” Chica laughed, watching as the group of girls competitively flew across the freshly paved blacktop.

“What the fuck?!” Terry pulled his wife back, pressing themselves flush against the wall. “There are other kids here! Is this actually where they’ve been going?” 

“What the hell are they doing around this place?” Rita murmured, though she knew her husband wouldn’t have an answer. This Fazbear conspiracy might go deeper than either of them expected. With a little click of her tongue, she shifted back into the shadows. “I knew this franchise was still fucked up..."

She pursed her lips, thinking of their options. It was impossible to tell what the kids racing around the track looked like due to their high speed and helmets covering most identifiable features.

“Hmm… that little shit would probably enjoy a high-energy sport,” she mused aloud, then stuck her head around the corner again to take stock of the situation. “Ugh, that stupid chicken’s sitting right there. Do you see anywhere else we can hide that's closer?”

It was a good question. Peering past where Glamrock Chica was waving her rally flag in the air, Terry noticed how the pit area curved back towards what looked to be a storage space for parts and tools. Careful with Rita’s freshly manicured hands, Terry grasped her wrist and nodded his head for the wooden dividers.

“We can sneak past the bird,” he suggested. How hard could it be? It was a robot, likely without peripherals. Slow and clunky, just like the old ones.

Terry started them off, hunkering down when the whir of tires and engines grew closer. Didn’t need one of those snotty kids ratting them out.

As soon as the Smith’s ducked out of sight, Chica’s head snapped up. Suddenly, she didn’t feel like shouting. She felt very aware that there were background sounds happening that didn’t make sense to the old bird. Turning at the waist, she looked towards the pit, bewildered.

Could it be Michael, checking up on them? Perhaps Sammy woke up from his nap?

But why would they hide? It one of the worst places to plan a surprise…

Chica could no longer stave away the curiosity. She staggered forwards, her legs seeming to have a mind of their own.

As Chica stalked the sound, Terry helped his wife get into a canvas cart, its insides stuck with oily rags to hide under. He chose the lockers nearby as a place to hunker down. When Terry heard the sound of mechanical feet stomping closer, he shut the metal door fast. Unfortunately, it was far too cramped to look through the holes in the locker and see what was happening—but he sure heard the robot’s approach.

“Hello? Is someone there?” Chica asked, wandering through the backroom and looking for anything out of place.

Rita held her breath underneath the rags, the intense smell of oil and grease making her lightheaded. How the hell had the bird noticed them?! Terry said the last time he snuck in, the alligator was completely at the night guard's beck and call—the robots shouldn't have minds of their own, let alone enough wherewithal to look for people...

Maybe Chica thought there were more kids around? It was clear to Rita the robots were being used to keep the children in check for whatever weird games whoever was behind this whole thing had planned. However, all the woman could do was stay silent, slowly pressing a hand over her mouth to muffle the noise of her breath when she couldn't hold it anymore.

Out on the raceway, the girls had finished up their last round and decided to take a break. After Roxy ran down the row of cars and gave everyone a high-five for their effort, Hannah took off her helmet and shook out her now-frizzy ponytail. Glancing to the sidelines, she was surprised to see the excitable chicken no longer waiting for them.

“Hey, uh... does anyone know where Chica went?” Hannah questioned, her gaze sweeping over the empty arena.

Roxy was the first to jump into action and investigate where her friend might be, sniffing the air as if that would actually help. Cassidy held her helmet under an arm, pointing out the dividers past the pit stop.

“Guys, she wandered back there during the last lap,” she elucidated, sounding somewhat confused as she said it. The chicken seemed invested in the race and had specifically sat out this round to play lookout, and it was odd that she chose to miss the very last portion and wander off. Roxy seemed to scoff at that, crossing her arms disapprovingly.

“I swear, that girl’s attention span needs a little tweaking,” she joked after a short sigh. “I’ll go check on her—Bonnie’s probably around and trying to get the big party all set up.”

In the meantime, as Roxy went to look for her friend, Charlie decided to keep the girls’ attentions by making small talk about the aforementioned party. Everyone in their rag-tag group was invited and expected to attend, after all.

***

Terry begun to feel sweat tickle the back of his neck as the bird repeatedly stuck her beak far too close to his hiding spot for comfort. If Chica found him, they’d be ruined. Not just socially, but financially as well with all the lawsuits they’d have to pay out for trespassing after being banned.

Chica didn’t know exactly what she was looking for, but when a hand grasped her by the shoulder she whipped her head back up in surprise. Roxy was smiling at her, brows pinched together slightly in concern.

“Chica?” she asked, back turned from both the lockers and canvas cart. “What are you doing? Party’s back that way, missy…”

Chica let out a relieved sigh, thankful that Roxy broke the cycle of thinking she heard the minutest creak and trying to investigate it.

“It’s so weird. Totally thought I was hearing someone walk back here. If it was Mikey, I was gonna ask him to play with us!” she replied with an embarrassed laugh.

Oh my god, just GO! Rita screamed internally, listening to the conversation between two animatronics way too close for comfort. Although, it seemed like the wolf had only shown up to find Chica, so at least they had that in their favor...

Unfortunately for Rita, it was becoming very stuffy in that cart. The fumes were getting to her, and the last thing she wanted to do was pass out. They would definitely be in trouble then—her husband wasn't adept enough to sneak in by himself, so there was no way he'd be able to maneuver the Pizzaplex and worry about her too. No, he needed her guidance to get through this whole fiasco.

And then, a rather unfortunate thing happened: unbeknownst to Rita, a rag that Terry had precariously shoved over her face had been slipping down by millimeters with each intake of breath. It finally shifted far enough that the end—stained black with gross oil—tickled the tip of her nose... and to Rita's horror, she let out a sneeze. It was a small, muffled sound, but by the sudden silence from the robots' chatter she knew she'd been found out.

Both girls tensed, Chica noticeably scooting closer to Roxy whose hair begun to stand on end at the sudden noise. Charlie didn’t sneeze, and the ghosts were incapable as far as they were aware. The bird’s eyes couldn’t see very well in this unfiltered darkness; Roxy on the other hand…

“Okay…,” she growled out with a frustrated huff. Whoever was sneaking around back here made Chica miss out on seeing her win the race! This had inherently enraged her. After making sure Chica could stand unassisted, Roxy dislodged from her and moved to the center of the room. With paws poised on her hips in an authoritative stance, she glared right at the canvas cart. “I want whoever is hiding to show their face. Now.”

When there was no answer or movement Roxy crouched lower, stalking towards the cart as she saw the heated mass hiding in plain sight. It was almost laughable how she’d missed it before.

“I’m going to start counting. You better be out here by the time I reach three,” she warned, coming closer.

Well, shit. This was probably the worst outcome Rita could've foreseen. Well, no—the worst would be if she let that wolf get her hands on her.

When Roxy's snuffling came just a bit too close for comfort, Rita acted. Jumping up with a scream for extra jarring effect, she threw a pile of dirty rags directly in Roxy's face. The woman barely had time to wonder why the hell a robot needs so many sharp teeth before she'd vaulted over the edge of the cart and made a beeline for the exit. She didn't doubt the robot would be able to catch up with her eventually, so rather than trying to run until Roxy lost her scent, Rita planned to slip out of sight as soon as the opportunity presented itself.

In her mad dash back through the raceway, she was able to sneak a quick glance at the people staring at her with mouths agape. They all had long hair, or short hair that wasn't the proper shade of her problem child—that immediately clocked them as not being Gregory.

Okay. One attraction down, a hundred more to go...

With a huff of determination Rita pushed herself forward, hoping Terry had enough sense to keep his big mouth shut so they didn't spot him, too.  

Do not get up, Rita. Don’t fucking move—

Judging by the subsequent squawk of Chica and a low but frighteningly loud howl of the wolf, Rita had scared them both. Terry betted she was currently booking it and abandoning her husband for fear of those freak machines catching her.

“SECURITY ALERT!” Chica shouted, a domino effect taking hold of the entirety of the Pizzaplex’s new, updated security system.

First, any and all doors to the outside locked, their magnetized bolts latching and falling closed to keep the intruders inside. Next, the other robots were notified via their shared network. Now on high alert, they would act in accordance to their newest default settings: all banned civilians were to be held in the main security office—the same one where Michael received a bright flashing text on one of the flat-screen monitors.

TRESPASSER IN ATTRACTION: ROXY RACEWAY

With Roxy and Chica taking off in pursuit, Charlie knew what her duty was immediately.

“Girls, get to Monty Golf—you’ve got to find Gregory!” she ordered, standing in front of the gaggle of confused kids while Rita booked it to the door. “I’m going to help Roxy and Chica. If you see Mike, tell him the Smiths are back!”

There was no plan; no time to think. They just had to find Gregory before they did.

Elizabeth held onto Hannah’s hand, who in turn grasped Cassidy’s palm. Unquestioningly, Liz tugged them along and out of the attraction.

***

“Oh for—can I not have one calm night?!” Michael yelled, slamming his hands on the desk as he launched out of his chair like a rocket. His eyes had already been drawn to the movement of a very un-childlike figure dashing past multiple security cameras when the alert came seconds later. Bright red and flashing, it told Michael all he needed to know: there was a threat, and it was his job to help contain it.

Rita wasn't bothering with the whole “sneaking” aspect at the moment, so Mike was able to get a clear view of her face as she passed a camera directly outside the raceway. His jaw set in a hard line and he shoved away from the desk, slamming the release button on the security door.

“Those bastards...,” he snarled, moving as fast as he could towards the central atrium. Wherever the Smiths chose to go, Michael would be right behind.

***

Mini Golf just got weird…

Foxy, who’d been cracking wise with Monty and unabashedly cheating at golf to make the challenges harder for the kids, was now making sure the security gates to the attraction were pulled down and latched. Monty in turn was now circling the group of kids in an oddly defensive way, and it was clearer and ever to see that Sammy definitely took their animalistic into account when programming the Glamrocks.

“Oi—you lot ever play the quiet game?” Foxy remarked with a nervous laugh, teal coat swishing around his legs as he whirled to face them. “You win by being very quiet. We’re going to play that for a little bit…”

Gregory knew what that meant. That worrisome chiding sounded like something Freddy or Michael would tell him when they didn’t want to explicitly state the problem. Why did it feel as though something bad was about to happen?

“Evan?” Gregory whispered, his turn to hold onto his brother’s arm a bit too tightly now. “This is weird, right?”

He tried not to sound scared. Though Quinn and Cain looked equally puzzled and cautious, he'd rather they not make fun of him should this all be a false alarm.  

Evan let Gregory cling as much as he wanted to, his focus on the suddenly hyper-aware animatronics. Monty in particular attracted his gaze, as the gator circled the boys with a menacing expression aimed at anyone who dared come near those currently under his protection.

“Someone bad is here,” Evan muttered, leaning in close to Gregory. He'd seen this reaction in animatronics many times before, although they'd usually been directed towards one man with a certain unfortunate face. “Their security protocols are activated... one of them probably sent out an alert and the others are reacting to it.” His eyes hardened into quite an unnatural expression for the usually good-natured boy. “I'm sure whatever it is, Mikey's on it.”

“Yeah, no need to worry a hair on your little heads,” Monty reassured, patting Gregory's shoulder as he passed during his rounds. “We'll get this all nice and sorted so ya can keep on playin' like before.”

With a high alert cranked to 10, it would be impossible for the Smiths to reach Gregory without facing off against at least two vicious animatronics. And while Gregory trusted in his new friends, he simply didn’t trust that things would be okay in general. The worst case scenario seemed to happen with every rough event at the Pizzaplex.

“Yeah! Captain Mike must’ve seen the alert; I’m sure once he’s done looking over the threat, he’ll swing on by to tell us it’s over,” Foxy assured the kids, standing like a stalwart statue by the entrance as he looked for any maniacs running down the halls.

The twins glanced at each other; fear of strangers just wasn’t in their brain chemistry, especially after they died. Not a moment later did the girls appear, Elizabeth leading the fray down the halls as their sudden appearance made Foxy jump a little.

“Girls—thank Neptune you’re all here!” He lifted the security gate, ushering them inside while counting heads. Concerned, he grasped Cassidy’s shoulder in passing. “Where’s Charlie?”

“She's chasing that lady who broke in; it’s awesome!” Cassidy replied, finding the chaos just a little bit enjoyable.

“It’s the Smiths! They’re back and looking for Gregory,” Lizzie revealed.

“Got it; come on in and join the party, girls,” Monty announced, trying to keep things light despite the way his jaw ground together. He was never programmed to maim anyone—unless a virus worked his way into his system, that is—but he was certainly able to rough people up, especially those on BANNED list. His claws flexed, itching for the chance to go at Terry’s weasel face.

Though the animatronics might not have the full picture of the depravity the Smiths put Gregory through, they knew these people had no business around children… and if their security protocols had been coordinated to amp up extra high for Freddy Fazbear’s kid, no one was going to comment on it.

Evan still kept his fingers laced through Gregory’s, though he was quick to slip an arm around Lizzie’s waist and hug her tightly. Hannah went to Gregory’s other side and held onto his forearm, a determined expression on her face.

“We’ve got a plan, remember?” the girl reassured, looking around to the other kids who nodded their agreement.

***

Mike had just entered the central atrium when he nearly ran headfirst into Freddy. As expected, the man was frantic with worry, wringing his hands together with nervous energy.

“Michael?! Bonnie suddenly announced a security threat and I heard the building go on lockdown!” he exclaimed, his eyes wide with great concern. “He ran off to search for the intruders—is it the Smiths?!”

Not for the first time, Freddy wished he was still connected to the internal network. He felt strangely inept right now, unable to get a full picture of the issue without asking security for details. Bonnie had just started pacing the outside of Bonnie Bowl where he and Freddy had been speaking. No words, just a hyper-vigilance that he hadn’t seen before in the bunny. Once Bonnie explained the situation, the old rabbit wasn’t surprised to see Freddy bolt away to find his family.

“Yup,” Mike replied simply, jerking his head indicating for Freddy to follow him. “I saw Rita hightailing it out of the Raceway, though Roxy and Chica were hot on her tail so I’m going back to case the area—I have a feeling they’re both around tonight, and I’m thinking Terry might still be camping out somewhere…”

“Did you guys see where they went?!” Charlie shouted, racing down a powered-off escalator two steps at a time. “The kids are at Monty Golf now, but we need to get them downstairs if our plan's going to work.”

She tried to remain at least a little cryptic in case someone was listening in on them. For all they knew, Rita or Terry were hiding just out of sight trying to see if security would mention their sweet, lost boy.

“No, I just saw Rita run out of Roxy’s place,” Michael reiterated with a shake of his head. “I was on the way over to check if Terry’s still there.” He glanced around the atrium, spotting Bonnie pacing on the top floor. Thinking over all their options, the night guard quickly whipped up a plan.

“Okay, here’s what we’re going to do,” he said, gesturing for Freddy and Charlie to come in close. “You two help Monty and Foxy get the kids downstairs. I’ll grab Bon and see if we can track down Terry; Chica and Roxy are already on Rita’s tail, so they’re covered. If either of the Smith’s wander into the Daycare, well…” He let out a dark little chuckle. “I’m sure Moon and Mari can handle it.”

As per security protocol, when the alert sounded the Daycare had gone dark, thus allowing Moon free reign to stalk anyone who dared intrude on his domain.

“Keep in touch with your phones,” Michael added, already beginning to move towards the bowling alley. “We’ll lead the Smiths to the basement when everyone’s in position!”  

Looking around the group, Charlie nodded her understanding.

“I'll text you when we've made it—only call if it's an emergency!” she said as they parted ways. Her and Freddy split, heading down to find the others and lead them to the safety of Henry's workshop.

In front of Bonnie Bowl, the former bassist spotted Michael right away. He looked as if he’d been chewing nervously on two of his fingers, waiting anxiously for anyone to show up and let him know what was happening.

Right now, unbeknownst to the others, Terry was attempting to move from his hiding spot at Roxy Raceway in search of his now missing wife. This plan of theirs was quickly turning sour, and Terry wanted nothing more than to bail and go back home before anyone else realized they were there.

It'd be impossible for them to sneak home now. The band knew this—yet there was still a worry in Bonnie's mind about what the horrible humans might do to Gregory if they saw him.

“Mike! Ol' sport, it's good to see a friendly face! What's going on?” Bonnie asked, running up to meet with the head of security.

“Hey, Bon—security threat, as you know,” Michael began, wanting to make the explanation as fast and concise as possible. They could go over the sordid details later; right now, Mike just needed to make sure his little brother was safe. Grasping Bonnie’s paw, he tugged him towards the escalators to get him moving.

“Terry and Rita Smith are running around,” the guard continued, releasing the rabbit once assured he was following close. “Check your watch list of suspicious individuals if you need visual references. Long story short, they’re after Gregory—but we have a plan to get rid of them.”

The night guard glanced over his shoulder to flash Bonnie a brief, confident grin. The rabbit was clearly stressed more than he should be thanks to that pesky human soul influence, so Michael didn’t want him to get even more riled up. “You and I are looking for Terry, last seen at Roxy’s attraction. We’re going to find him and guide him to the basement, ideally by scaring the shit out of him—although we’ll use force if necessary. Got it?”

Bonnie clenched his hand in Michael’s, trusting him and his judgement before letting go. He pulled up the customer profile, finding Terry Smith’s name and face in a banned list, along with an associated profile for his wife, Rita.

“Force if necessary,” Bonnie replied, a bit calmer now that he knew the main issue and could help out with escorting this Terry fella. “It's only a matter of time. Do you think he was smart enough to use the backrooms to get around?”

Turns out he wasn't. If all of them were going after Rita, then Terry should be fine taking the normal way, right? If they caught her, then he'd pay for it later when—if—she made it home.

Right now, Terry had to get out and tell the police what he saw. Kids, all of various ages just hanging around unsupervised and clearly unrelated to the owner. Something weird was going on in this franchise, and Terry knew for certain that Gregory was caught up in all of it. It was the perfect distractor to cover up their own neglect of the boy.

Finding the fire exit locked, Terry cursed and knew he'd have to try for the front doors.

Michael answered Bonnie’s question by throwing out an arm to stop the bunny in his tracks. There was the man in question, trying to sneak through the shadows in the main atrium towards the entrance lobby. He still had a ways to go before he reached the exit, as his options were to either cross the main stage and be completely exposed to any robot or camera watching, or stick to the outskirts of the room and hope no one caught sight of him.

“Bonnie, keep an eye on him,” Michael instructed in a whisper, pulling out his phone. He opened the texting app to a group message between himself, Charlie, and Freddy, quickly typing:

We got eyes on T. Let me know when ur in position & we’ll lead him to u

Before slipping the phone in his pocket he made sure to turn up the vibration so there was no chance he’d miss an incoming message. It was imperative that everything go according to plan now.

As Michael and Bonnie waited for a response, they stalked closer to Terry. If he got too close to the exit they’d act regardless of where the others were, but hopefully it wouldn’t come to that.

***

Freddy was in the process of leading the kids down the twisting hallways to the workshop. He felt his phone buzz but was far too preoccupied with holding Gregory as tight as comfortably possible in his arms as they sped down below to answer.

No one was going to take his son. That was simply a fact, and the Smiths were about to come to terms with that once and for all.

“Charlie, did you get a message from Michael?” the ursine man called, speaking over the kids’ heads as Charlie brought up the rear along with Monty and Foxy. “I believe he may have texted the group.”

This is what they used by default, so it’d make sense for Michael to text them all at once—especially in this case.

“Texting him back!” Charlie replied in a shout, making certain with Foxy that no one in the group was lagging behind. Everyone was to be involved in their master prank, and they couldn’t afford to leave anyone in the dust.

It sure was hard to text and jog through this largely unregulated part of the building. Charlie nearly ran into a few support beams in passing before managing to send out the short message.

bring him down in 5 mins

Gregory clung onto Freddy, watching the trail of missing child's posters being kicked up from their escape below. If this all went well, Gregory would never have to hide again. He would be dead to the world with a new life waiting for him afterwards...

***

Terry himself wasn't confident at all in what he was doing. He knew the way, but there was no telling where those things were. Man, he swore he saw something, too. It made him hesitant to take the shortcut across the stage, though it’d afford him some valuable escape time. He eventually settled with his back against the wall, trying to maneuver around and keep his eyes on the room.

“I reckon I could catch him from here,” Bonnie murmured, low and slow for Michael to understand him.

Michael checked his phone, seeing it'd been just over a minute since Charlie texted him. With the time it'd take to actually get Terry down there, he figured this was as good an opportunity as any for action.

“Alright, buddy—I'm right behind you,” Michael said, giving Bonnie a nod. “Chase him down to the basement!”

***

“What's happening?! Is everyone okay?!” Henry asked, poking his head out of the door as he heard the cavalcade of footsteps approaching his workshop.

“The Smiths are in the building—we are putting our plan into action,” Freddy explained succinctly, and Henry's eyes widened.

“Oh! Okay, yes, go ahead! I'll wait in the wings in case you need back-up.” As Gregory passed in his father's arms, Henry was sure to brush his hand over his head in a reassuring gesture.

“Ooh, this is gonna be good...,” Monty growled with a wide grin, excited to see what these kids had in store.

***

Bonnie could act mean and vicious, even if he was a cuddly bunny rabbit by nature. The lumbering animatronic’s footsteps were suddenly audible when barreling towards Terry at a speed that made him freeze at the sight. In the middle of nearly pissing himself, Terry couldn’t even fathom which hulking creature approached and let out a shriek. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT—”

Like something out of the old cartoons, he ran in place for a moment due to the freshly waxed floors. He barely got five feet before Bonnie snatched him up painfully by the back of his shirt. There, Bonnie would hold Terry above the ground, the man listening to the hem of his shirt tear and stretch as he kicked his legs. There was no escaping, as Bonnie was quick to hold Terry across the chest.

“FUCKING LET GO!” the man cried desperately. “Give me back Rita and let us go!”

Bonnie thought it was pretty rude of Terry to try and boss him around. He shook him slightly, only serving to rattle the man further.

“Ill-mannered brat!” Bonnie scoffed, some form of strange ire peeking through his cheery façade that he refused to acknowledge. With Michael catching up, Bonnie begun their stride down to the basement. “We're gonna show you what happens when you don't behave around here.”

***

Roxy and Chica had been trailing the fairly clever Rita for some time now. Every now and then she made a noise that lured both of them ever closer to the Daycare entrance. Chica had been worried at first, as Moon and Mari were down there—though Roxy had to remind her there was a reason the Daycare attendant was in charge of the youngest kids here. No one really wanted to mess around with the hyperactive giant that liked to scuttle up the walls...

Moon was on hyper alert—even more so than the other animatronics due to his nature of caring for toddlers that could barely recite their name, let alone even fathom the concept of someone trying to hurt them. Right now, he'd clambered up one of the play structures and was clinging to the side, searching with glowing red eyes. Like Roxy, the Daycare attendant had special vision activated under certain circumstances—namely when a security breach had been announced. Whereas the wolf could detect body heat and movement, Moon was equipped with the most exceptional night vision technology this day and age could provide.

As he gazed around the Daycare, it looked to Moon as if he was seeing the room in the brightest overheads. Therefore, when Rita literally slid underneath the garage door Moon spotted her instantly.

“Well, well... Mari, we have an unwelcome visitor, ehehehehe...,” the attendant purred, his cackle no longer endearing. It had shifted to a tone of menace and he flexed his fingers in preparation to grab the intruder.

With Chica and Roxy in hot pursuit, Rita quickly took stock of the room and decided to throw herself face-first into the slide. Even if the play area was technically enclosed, at least there were many places to hide. Plus, she wasn’t too worried about that lanky Sun guy posing a legitimate threat. She fell into the ball pit with a heavy exhale, the remaining air in her tired lungs knocked out in a rush. Maybe she could just sink to the bottom and lay there for the rest of the night—

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!” she screeched, ironically echoing her husband in his simultaneous encounter with the no-longer-friendly Bonnie. Something was crawling along the jungle gym, eerie pinpricks of red locked on and staring into her very soul.

Mari could make out the shape at the slide entrance. A lady popped on through to their Daycare home! And not just any lady—she was Gregory's terrible foster mom. Mari may actually rip her apart before letting her get down to the basement, despite the plan. After all, there would be less chance in them finding Gregory if one was dead...

The little bot appeared behind Rita as if from thin air, having already been relaxed and lazing about the ball pit on her own when the security protocols were activated. Two arms latched around Rita’s shoulders and the unblinking Mari threw her whole weight onto the woman at once.

“Yay! Someone new to plan with me and Mr. Moon!” she giggled, pulling Rita down into the pit through sheer force of gravity. “You must want to stay with us real bad if you're here after hours!”

“What the fuck—huh?!” Rita was totally confused, her attention pulled away from Moon's stalking figure as a child wrapped herself around her shoulders.

Was this one of the kidnapped kids?! If so, she could totally use this girl to her advantage...

“H-Hey, are you... I mean, it's late for you to be here, too! Where are your parents, honey?” Rita asked, grasping the girl's forearms and trying to tug her off. She didn't use much effort at first but soon found herself legitimately struggling—why the hell did this kid have such a strong grip?

Rita thought she was real! Sophie had, too—as did any of the other staff she came across. Mari chalked this up as a testament to Henry Emily’s genius. She would answer Rita, honest to a fault and a bit proud as she revealed: “Oh~ I live here!”

There was no issue where she stayed, so long as she protected her target. Mari invaded Rita’s personal space, chin resting on her shoulder as she formulated a plan to lure Rita down to the depths below.

“O-Oh. Okay, uh, well—I'm looking for my son. I think he might've gotten lost in here some time ago,” Rita continued, voice straining from the effort of trying to rid herself of the sudden baggage. “I need to find him before he gets hurt, so it’s really important that you let me go—”

“Lying is against the rules, Mrs. Smith...”

The gravelly voice made Rita shriek and try to whip her head around, though she could only turn so far with the little parasite on her back. However, it was enough to notice that the tall, lanky figure had made it right to the edge of the ball pit and was staring down at her with an intense, terrifying grin.

“We don't take too kindly too rule-breakers, do we Mari?” Moon asked, glowing red eyes flickering to the little girl.  

“What’dya say, Mr. Moon? Should we show her where the others are?” Mari giggled, like it was a little secret between them. Maybe this secret place would have Rita’s problematic son, living and breathing in a room waiting for their unwelcome rescue.

Or, his body could be stacked against the wall, cold and lifeless with other children just like him.

“Wait a sec!” Mari let out a sudden gasp, lips curling in a dark smile of faux innocence as her eyes grew dark. “I think I know where your son is~ Let me guess: fluffy brown hair? Hazel eyes? Covered in bruises and terrified of adults by default?”

For a moment, Rita felt like her heart legitimately stopped. The fucking kid was in on this, too? Although, pushing through the haze of panic Rita could see the resemblance between Mari and the CEO…

Shit. Somehow she’d ran right into a trap. All pretenses of being a concerned mother were gone. With a snarl of rage, Rita set her hand into a claw and reached behind her, aiming to grab the girl by her cute curly hair and throw her off. Pointed, manicured nails brushed the top of Mari’s head and—

She was stopped mid-action by thin fingers cinching around her wrist in a painful grip.

“How DARE you try and harm one of my friends?!” Moon hissed, giving her arm an experimental tug. It prompted a little moan of terrified discomfort from Rita, but otherwise she stayed intact. Excellent.

“Mari, my dear, please let go,” Moon instructed, and as soon as Rita was released he hoisted her in the air by the arm. The woman screamed as she felt the strain in her limb, sure that something was going to snap at any moment. However, William’s virus was gone—Moon wasn’t capable of seriously injuring a soul anymore.

Instead, he threw Rita over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, stalking his way to the exit where he could see Roxy and Chica watching the show. When he reached the girls, Moon shifted the kicking and screaming woman to hold her by the shoulders, staring deep into her eyes.

“You are BANNED from the Daycare—and the Pizzaplex! GET OUT!” he yelled, then casually tossed Rita at them knowing one would catch her.

As Mari fixed her immaculate curls, she enjoyed the show Moon made of tossing Rita to the wolves… And by extension, the chickens as well. Mari pulled down one of her bottom eyelids and stuck her tongue out at the neglectful mother to mock her. After watching Roxy grasp hold of her, Chica assisting her friend by holding up her legs, Mari shouted as the gates were closed.

“You get what you deserve~!”

“What now, Roxy?” Chica asked, none too bothered to help relocate the creep who snuck in here to begin with. She followed Roxy’s lead in keeping Rita restrained while she walked her backwards for one of the employee hallway doors.

“Charlie told me: take her down to the basement. We’ll hear them and know when to drop her off,” Roxy explained, grunting slightly when Rita struggled and treating the woman to a dramatic eye roll. “Hey, ma��am? Yeah—I’m trying to talk to my friend here, so can you please shut up? Rude…”

***

In the basement, the children were all in position. Henry had taken Freddy and Gregory into back room of the diner where they could hide—they might not be able to see the action, but they could sure listen in… and if they were careful, they could peek through the doorway and see the scared-shitless Smiths run past. The kids formed a gauntlet of terror, starting from Henry’s workshop leading all the way to the useless emergency exit of the burned-down restaurant

The basement was deathly silent, quiet enough to hear a pin drop… So it was abundantly clear when Bonnie and Michael appeared with the struggling Terry.

“Oh, will you stop screaming?!” Michael snapped, placing a hand on Bonnie’s arm to still his progress. They were just outside the workshop now, waiting for Rita’s arrival to release the horrendous foster parents into the worst haunted house of their lives. Rolling his eyes to settle on Terry with an eerie grin, Michael added: “Look, I’m not totally heartless… You wanted to find your son, right? He’s right around here! I’ll even give you and your wife the chance to look for him; isn’t that nice?”

Terry really wanted to stop screaming—god knows he didn’t want to die like this. A coward, even if that’s all he really was at the end of the day. Still, the animatronic gator and fox that’d started following them kept making scary faces over Bonnie and Mike’s shoulders.

Fuck! Terry felt like a scared kid and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

“I can’t—I can’t!” Terry shouted with a cracking voice, hyperventilating between words. “TELL HIM TO STOP MAKING THAT FACE!”

When Bonnie turned to see what the human was talking about, he saw the old pirate fox hanging his jaw open, eyes rolled completely back as he twitched unnaturally. Bonnie let out a chuckle before dropping Terry on his ass, watching as he scurried to press his back against the wall.

“Stop your fussin’, now,” Bonnie chided impatiently. “The real fun will start when your wife gets here.”

“No more—please, we’ll leave and never come back! I promise!” Terry bargained. It seemed to be too late for that now. Foxy moved aside in the doorway as he heard two more sets of clanking footsteps against the tight-packed earth.

“Captain Mike! Our friends are back with another prize!” he alerted with a dutiful salute.

“Fantastic!” Michael flashed Roxy and Chica a smile. With one hand on his hip, he gestured with the other to where Terry cowered against the wall. “Set her down right there, ladies; thanks for the help.”

“Fucking get off me!” Rita shrieked, still fighting after all this time. She managed a pretty good kick to Chica’s sternum as the bird set her down, which caused Monty to suddenly lash out in a surprising burst of speed and grab the woman by the wrist, preventing her from running when she was set upright.

“HEY!” the gator snarled, tightening his grip as Rita started babbling nonsense in the face of the huge reptile. “Don’t be damagin’ the equipment, lil’ lady!”

Chica attempted to furiously wipe away the grime of Rita's footprint from her chest as Roxy inspected her for dents, briefly swatting away Chica's panicked hand to investigate the damage for herself. There was no impression made, but there was certainly a small scrape.

“Yeah, watch the merchandise!” the wolf snipped.

“Guys, relax,” Michael soothed, giving him a pointed look. “It’s time for them to look for what they came for.”

Monty sneered at Rita once more then let go with a shove, upon which she ran to the wall Terry leaned against and slouched next to him, trembling with rage and fright as she laced her fingers in his.

“Well, this is where we leave you,” Michael announced, pointing to the workshop door with a menacing grin. “The only way out is forward—unless you’d like to try and make it through all my friends back here…”

Jerking a chin over his shoulder to the line of animatronics, Michael indicated that this would be a very bad idea.

“T-Through there?” Terry asked, clenching Rita's hand tightly in his own. Who knew what was going to happen to them the minute they got up? In his eyes, they were all but kidnapped right now. “Wait—you sick fucks keep the kids down here?!”

“Shh!” Chica harshly scolded. The twinkle in her eye was sharp, implying she enjoyed messing with these guys as much as the others did. “Yes—and they have sensitive ears. No cursing... They might not like it.”

“Go on,” Mike prompted, raising a brow at the couple. He was getting tired of their whining and just wanted this to be over with. “If you need help getting up, I'm sure one of these lovely animatronics would be happy to assist you.”

For a moment, neither of the Smiths moved. Then, slowly, Rita got to her feet. She kept her hand tight within Terry's, not willing to let him go now that they were together again. At least if they died here, they'd go down together.

“I-I don't know what the fuck you guys are up to, b-but—”

“Cool it with the threats, will ya?” Monty chimed in, making a show of cracking his knuckles as he glared at the humans. “And get a move on—ya interrupted my golf game with all this mess...”

It was ridiculous. This whole thing was ridiculous. Whoever was behind this fiasco couldn't hold Terry and Rita against their will... Although the woman didn't miss the irony that she and her husband had done quite a bit of technically illegal and harmful things behind closed doors. Setting her jaw tight, Rita turned on her heel with a determined set of her brow.

“Just move as fast as you can and keep an eye out for... whatever the hell might be down here,” she murmured, leaning her head to Terry's. Feeling the glares of many pissed off robots on their backs, the Smiths finally stepped through the doorway into Henry's workshop, trying to imagine what horrors awaited them in the bowels of the Pizzaplex.

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ECU High - Tulsa's Badge

Born with Creek heritage, Tulsa felt the need to live up to the family name. He used to hear his 90 year old grandmother tell him stories about her parents living on the reservation. He felt so moved by her stories that he would do everything he could to make their struggles worth it.

When he learned that his grandfather was a war hero during WWII and grew up with his father in the military, he decided to follow in their footsteps. As soon as he got the chance, Tulsa joined the JROTC.

One day, Tulsa wakes up exactly at 6 am. He immediately dresses in his uniform and goes downstairs for breakfast.

"Mother. Father. Mr. Reno wants me to arrive early today. I'm responsible for setting up the JROTC's recruiting booth. The school's going to have a club fair today so I want to make the final touches. May I be able to drive to school today?"

His parents look at each other and then his father, Rick McLean puts his hands on Tulsa's shoulders.

"I'm going to let you drive with me today, Tulsa. But first, I think you should eat breakfast. You're going to be very busy today, so I want you to have enough energy."

Tulsa smiles.

"Yes sir."

He goes to make his own breakfast when his mother, Dela clears her throat.

"I already made you breakfast son. I know you have a big day, so I made you a high protein meal."

He nods and then sits down.

"Thank you. I appreciate what you do, mother."

He dutifully eats his breakfast and prepares everything to get ready.

"Mother, I hope you have a wonderful day today. I hope to be home by 4 pm. If there's any delay, I'll make sure to contact you ahead of time."

She smiles and kisses Tulsa on the cheek. He confidently walks out to the car and spends almost 10 minutes making sure everything is in order. Mr. McLean feels the need to interject.

"Son, I'm sure everything is exactly as you left it the last time. I know it's important to check your mirrors, but it's also important to do these checks quickly."

Tulsa looks up.

"I understand you loud and clear, father. I'll follow everything you tell me."

His father checks his watch.

"Just follow the speed limits and make quick decisions when looking around you. Driving is something that requires rational yet timely decision making. Taking too long can also cause accidents."

Tulsa nods.

"Yes sir. That's good advice and I'll be sure to follow it."

Tulsa backs out of the driveway and goes exactly 25 mph until he reaches the main road where he speeds up to exactly 35 mph. Numerous cars honk and pass him, but Tulsa adamantly sticks to the speed limit.

"Ok Tulsa, just try to find a parking space and shut off the engine."

Tulsa nods as they enter the school's parking lot.

"I found the perfect spot. Now all I need to do is make sure I'm perfectly parked in between the lines."

He spends about 5 minutes going back and forth trying to park.

"Tulsa I know you want to park in between the lines properly, but I'm going to be late for work. I also don't want you being late for Mr. Reno. Can you please put the car in park?"

He parks the car for the final time.

"I understand father. I'm sorry to have wasted your time."

He grabs his backpack and departs inside the school. Rick gets into the driver's seat shaking his head.

"I need to tell Dela about this. That boy's going to give himself an ulcer if he keeps stressing over small details."

Tulsa makes his way to Mr. Reno (Clint's brother Vance's) office and salutes.

"Tulsa McLean at your service Mr. Reno, sir!"

Vance looks up from his paper work.

"At ease Tulsa, at ease. I know this is your first year as a recruiter. All you need to do is organize the forms and flags that will be at our table. I will do all of the talking while you sit next to me."

He pulls out a badge from his desk.

"This is your recruiting badge. As the senior member of the JROTC, I trust you to uphold our organization's values and to guide the freshmen to the best of your abilities."

Tulsa's eyes light up. He tightens his hall monitor's sash even more.

"Oh yes sir!"

He quickly gets everything ready as all of the students enter the boy's gym. He sits down next to Vance.

"I hope we get new members today, sir."

Vance looks through the crowd.

"I have my eye on one possible recruit in particular."

"You do sir?"

Vance looks at Tulsa.

"Yes, I have a younger brother who's a freshman. His name is Clinton. I know that he's very proud of my service and might want to be like me one day. Now I won't push this on him, but I certainly won't stop him from joining."

"Oh I hope he signs up sir. I would absolutely love to work with your brother. I think he would be a great member."

Vance sighs as he sees students walking by without even a glance. Some students stop to ask questions but after 2 hours, no one said they will sign up.

"Look sir, there's your brother now."

Vance looks up and sees Clint walking up to their booth with Pacer.

"How ya doin Vance? Ah jus had ta come over wit Pacer ta see ya."

Tulsa is a little shocked that Clint's so informal. He hold his tongue since Vance would know how to handle this.

"Ahem. Clint. Would you and your friend like to hear about the JROTC?"

Pacer looks like he'd rather be anywhere else.

"Ah'll see ya at the gardening club booth, Clint."

Clint watches him walk away then turns back to Vance.

"Sure Vance, Ah'll take a packet. Ah'm sorry if Pacer seemed all rude an all. Government and military types scare 'em."

Tulsa is absolutely shocked. The government and military are supposed to protect people. Pacer has darker skin sure, but unless he's a trouble maker, why would authority figures scare him so much? He shakes himself out of his thoughts and holds out the clipboard.

"Would you like to sign up for the JROTC, Clinton?"

Clint looks at Tulsa and then at Vance.

"Uh, no thanks. Ah don't wanna turn ya down, but Ah wanna see what other clubs there are. Ah gotta think bout it."

Clint walks away and Tulsa sits down. He looks a little disappointed.

"I don't understand it sir. I thought being a part of the JROTC is a source of pride. Doesn't everyone want to show their faith in their country?"

Vance looks at Tulsa and sighs.

"It isn't that, Tulsa. I think it's because a lot of students just want to focus on having fun. The JROTC is a serious organization that requires a lot of time and dedication. It's definitely not for everyone."

Tulsa looks at the clipboard.

"No one signed up. We had so many people say they might join, but no one ever said yes. I just don't understand it."

Suddenly a freshman boy wearing a Boy Scouts event shirt walks up to the booth.

"Excuse me, can you tell me more about the JROTC?"

Tulsa looks up and watches Vance explain what the organization values and what would be required of members.

"What's your name?"

The boy straightens up.

"My name's Josh Morgan sir."

Tulsa looks at his clipboard.

"Would you like to be a member of the JROTC, Josh?"

Josh looks at the packet again. Tulsa closes his eyes for a second, thinking he'll be disappointed again. He hears the pen scratching and opens his eyes to see Josh sign his name.

"I would love to join, sir."

Vance stands up.

"Welcome to the JROTC, Josh Morgan. We will have our first meeting in my office in exactly one week from today. I hope to see you there so you can become an official member."

Josh shakes Vance's hand and then looks at Tulsa's badge.

"Wow. You must be the oldest member of the JROTC. I hope I could get a badge like that one day."

Josh puts his hand out. Tulsa smiles softly while standing up to shake it.

"I'm glad that you want to join us. I hope that you will become a fine member of society one day."

Josh smiles an un-ironically salutes Tulsa.

"Yes sir."

He then walks to another booth.

Tulsa sits down smiling.

"Sir, I'm really proud of my badge. I always wanted to be a source of inspiration to others and help those in need. Josh signing up today is exactly what makes this all worth the hard work."

Vance smiles.

"I'm glad you feel that way, Tulsa."

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Image transcription of winter weather tips below the cut:

The leading cause of death during winter storms is transportation accidents. Preparing your vehicle for the winter season and knowing how to react if stranded or lost on the road are the keys to safe winter driving. Be ready before you drive!

Before you drive, have a mechanic check the following items on your car:

Battery

Antifreeze

Wipers/windshield washer fluid

Ignition system

Thermostat

Lights/flashing hazard lights

Exhaust System

Heater/Defroster

Brakes

Oil level (if necessary, replace existing oil with a winter grade oil or the SAE 10w/30 weight variety)

Take the proper precautions to outfit you and your car for winter driving:

Install good winter tires. Make sure they have adequate tread.

Maintain at least half a tank of gas at all times.

Plan long trips carefully. Listen to the radio or call 511 for the latest road conditions. Always travel during daylight and if possible, do not travel alone.

If you must go out during a winter storm, use public transportation.

Dress warmly. Wear loose-fitting, layered, lightweight clothing.

Keep the following items in your car at all times during the winter months:

Flashlights with extra batteries

First aid kit with a pocketknife

Necessary medications

Blankets and/or sleeping bags

Extra newspapers for insulation

Plastic bags (for sanitation)

Matches

Extra set of mittens, socks and a wool cap

Rain gear and extra clothes

Small sack of sand or kitty litter to generate traction under car wheels

Small shovel and other tools (pliers, wrench, screwdriver)

Jumper cables

Brightly-colored cloth (red) to use as a flag

Canned fruit/nuts and non-electric can opener

Bottled water

If You Get Trapped in Your Car During a Blizzard…

Stay in the car. Do not leave to search for assistance unless help is visible within 100 yards. You may become disoriented and lost in blowing and drifting snow.

Hang a brightly-colored cloth on the radio antenna and raise the hood to draw attention.

Do minor exercises to keep up circulation. Clap hands and move arms and legs. Try not to stay in one position for too long. If more than one person is in the car, take turns sleeping.

Avoid overexertion. Cold weather puts an added strain on the heart. Unaccustomed exercise like snow shoveling or pushing a car can bring on a heart attack or make other medical conditions worse.

Run the engine occasionally to keep warm. Turn the engine on for about 10 minutes each hour. Run the heater and turn on the dome light while the car is running. Beware of carbon monoxide poisoning. Keep the exhaust pipe clear of snow, and open a downwind window slightly for ventilation.

For warmth, huddle together.

Frostbite and Hypothermia

Frostbite is a severe reaction to cold exposure that can be permanently damaging. Symptoms include: loss of feeling and a white or pale appearance in fingers, toes, or nose and earlobes.

Hypothermia can be brought on when the body temperature drops to less than 90°F. Symptoms include uncontrollable shivering, slow speech, memory lapses, stumbling, drowsiness, and exhaustion.

If frostbite or hypothermia is suspected, begin warming the person slowly and seek immediate medical assistance. Warm the person’s trunk first. Use your own body heat to help. Arms and legs should be warmed last because stimulation of the limbs can drive cold blood toward the heart and lead to heart failure. Put the person in dry clothing and wrap their entire body in a blanket.

Never give a frostbite or hypothermia victim something with caffeine or alcohol in it. Caffeine, a stimulant, can cause the heart to beat faster and alcohol, a depressant, can slow the heart. Both can hasten the ill effects of cold body temperatures.

[rossumsautorepair]

7 Warning Signs Your Car Needs Repair — Don’t Risk Driving in Houston

Driving in Houston means battling daily traffic, unpredictable weather, and long commutes — your car has to be in top shape. But sometimes your vehicle sends out subtle warnings before a major breakdown happens. Ignoring them can not only lead to expensive repairs but also compromise your safety.

1. Your Brakes Sound Strange or Feel Off

If your brakes squeal, grind, or feel soft when you press them, it’s time to take action. Brake issues are a top safety concern and should never be ignored. These sounds or sensations could mean worn pads, fluid leaks, or failing rotors — any of which can affect your stopping power.

2. Dashboard Warning Lights Are On

Lights on your dashboard — especially the check engine or brake light — are serious red flags. They’re your vehicle’s internal alert system, telling you something isn’t right. If you’re seeing any warning lights, especially ones that don’t go away, get your car checked by a professional who offers Auto Repair in Houston TX.

3. Steering Is Unresponsive or Shaky

If your steering wheel pulls to one side, feels loose, or starts shaking at high speeds, you could have an issue with wheel alignment, suspension, or your tires. Houston’s uneven roads and potholes only make this worse. Don’t take risks — especially at highway speeds.

4. Fluid Puddles Where You Park

Notice any puddles or wet spots under your car? Whether it’s oil, coolant, or transmission fluid, leaks should never be ignored. Low fluid levels can lead to engine overheating, gear slipping, or even brake failure.

5. Burning, Sweet, or Strange Smells

Unusual smells coming from your car often point to underlying problems. A sweet scent may mean a coolant leak, while a burnt rubber smell could mean something is overheating. If it smells weird, it’s time for a visit to your local auto technician.

6. Loud or Unusual Engine Noises

Your engine should purr, not growl, knock, or bang. If you’re hearing abnormal noises — especially when starting the car or accelerating — it could signal engine trouble, timing belt issues, or internal wear. Catching these early can save you thousands in repairs.

7. Your Vehicle Feels “Off” When Driving

Even if there’s no light or noise, trust your gut. If your car doesn’t feel the same—maybe it’s sluggish, vibrating, or less fuel-efficient—it might be trying to tell you something’s wrong. These subtle symptoms often hint at bigger problems under the hood.

Houston Roads Are Tough — Don’t Ignore the Signs

With Houston’s intense heat, heavy rain, and high-traffic conditions, vehicle wear-and-tear happens faster than you think. Catching problems early not only keeps your car running longer — it keeps you and your family safe.

If you’re noticing any of these warning signs, it’s time to consult a trusted Auto Repair Shop in Houston. Quick fixes today can prevent dangerous breakdowns (and high costs) tomorrow.

Trusted Local Repairs — Contact Rossum’s Auto Repair Today

When your car needs attention, you want someone who’s honest, experienced, and local. That’s where we come in.

At Rossum’s Auto Repair, we’re committed to keeping Houston drivers safe with reliable service and expert diagnostics. Whether you need a quick inspection or a major repair, we’re here to help.

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We proudly serve nearby areas including Pearland, Alvin, Manvel, Friendswood, and Missouri City, TX. Don’t wait for a breakdown — let’s get your car running like new.

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Finding the Best Car Repair Garage in Dubai: Everything You Need to Know

Driving in Dubai is an amazing experience - smooth highways, incredible views, and world-class vehicles everywhere. But what happens when your car needs fixing? That's when you start looking for a reliable Car Repair Garage in Dubai.

Whether it's a minor issue like a strange noise or a major problem like engine trouble, finding a good garage can make all the difference. Today, let’s talk about how you can find the best garage for your car and what you should keep in mind before handing over your keys.

Why Choosing the Right Car Repair Garage Matters

Your car isn’t just a machine; it’s your daily partner, taking you everywhere you need to go. So, you wouldn't want just anyone fixing it, right?

A good Car Repair Garage in Dubai ensures:

Skilled technicians handle your car

Genuine parts are used

Transparent pricing without hidden surprises

Fast and reliable service

When you choose the right garage, you can drive away with confidence, knowing your car is in top shape.

Signs of a Good Car Repair Garage in Dubai

Alright, now you know why it matters. But how do you spot a trustworthy garage? Here are a few things you should check:

Certification and Experience: Look for garages with certified mechanics. Experience counts a lot in diagnosing and fixing complex car issues.

Clean and Organized: A neat workspace often reflects professionalism. A messy garage can be a red flag.

Clear Communication: Good garages explain problems in simple terms. They don't confuse you with complicated words.

Customer Reviews: Always check online reviews or ask friends for recommendations. A lot of happy customers usually mean good service.

Warranty on Repairs: A confident garage will always offer a warranty on their services.

Common Services Offered by Car Repair Garages

Now, let’s move a little deeper into what kind of services you can expect from a typical Car Repair Garage in Dubai. Most good garages offer a wide range of services like:

Oil Change and Regular Maintenance: Helps your car run smoother and last longer.

Brake Repairs: Your safety comes first, so brakes should be checked regularly.

Battery Replacement: Especially in Dubai’s hot climate, battery issues are common.

AC Repairs: Trust us, you don’t want to drive in Dubai heat without a working AC.

Suspension and Steering Services: To keep your ride comfortable and safe.

Engine Diagnostics and Repair: For deeper mechanical problems.

Transmission Repair: One of the costliest but most important repairs.

Knowing these services can help you ask the right questions when you visit a garage.

How Much Does Car Repair Usually Cost in Dubai?

Talking about costs, it really depends on the service. Here’s a rough idea to keep in mind:

Minor repairs (like brake pads change or battery replacement): AED 200 to AED 800

Medium repairs (AC servicing, electrical works): AED 800 to AED 2,000

Major repairs (engine overhaul, transmission replacement): AED 5,000 and above

Of course, prices may vary depending on your car’s make and model. Luxury cars and sports cars usually cost a bit more to repair.

Things to Ask Before Approving the Repair

Before you say "yes" to any repair, it’s important to ask a few simple questions:

What exactly is wrong with the car?

How urgent is the repair?

How much will it cost?

Are there any cheaper alternatives?

How long will it take?

Asking these questions will save you from unnecessary repairs and costs. A trusted Car Repair Garage in Dubai will always be open to answering them without hesitation.

Tips to Keep Your Car in Good Shape and Avoid Frequent Repairs

Let’s be real - no one wants to spend every other month in a garage. Here are some tips to avoid frequent visits:

Regular Servicing: Always stick to your car’s service schedule.

Monitor Warning Lights: Never ignore that tiny engine or oil light on your dashboard.

Check Fluid Levels: Oil, coolant, and brake fluid should always be at the right levels.

Listen to Your Car: Strange sounds or odd smells are your car’s way of asking for help.

Protect Your Car from Heat: Use shades, check battery life, and park in covered areas when possible.

Taking a little care today can save you a lot of money and headaches tomorrow!

Final Thoughts

Finding a reliable Car Repair Garage in Dubai is not hard if you know what to look for. Always choose a garage that values your time, money, and - most importantly, your safety.

Remember, it’s better to spend a little extra time finding the right place than to rush into a repair shop and regret it later. Whether it's a small fix or a major repair, your car deserves the best care. After all, it carries you and your loved ones safely through the roads of this beautiful city.

Take your time, ask the right questions, and keep your car happy!

[nu-techcarcare]

What Is Vehicle Scanning and Why Do You Need It?

Vehicle scanning is a process that checks your car’s internal systems using digital tools. It connects to your vehicle’s onboard computer—also known as the OBD (on-board diagnostics) system—and reads fault codes or alerts that may not be visible on the surface. You don’t need to be a mechanic to understand how valuable this is. Just like a doctor’s check-up finds hidden health issues, a vehicle scan helps detect problems inside your car before they turn into major faults.

What systems get scanned?

A vehicle scan covers a wide range of essential systems. This includes the engine, transmission, electrical components, airbags, brake sensors, exhaust systems, and even air conditioning. It can also spot issues with your car’s battery, which ties into other services like car battery repair near me that many drivers often search for when something goes wrong. Whether it’s a dashboard warning light or unusual engine behavior, scanning provides the first clue toward fixing the problem.

Why Is Vehicle Scanning a Key Part of Car Care?

A simple scan can save you serious trouble later

Many car issues begin quietly. You might not notice anything wrong until the engine stalls, the brakes feel weak, or warning lights start flashing. But with regular vehicle scanning, you don’t have to wait until things get worse. A quick scan can reveal hidden faults long before they cause breakdowns or expensive repairs.

It fits perfectly into your car care routine

When you take Car Care seriously, scanning should be part of your checklist. It keeps your vehicle in top shape and improves safety for you and your passengers. Many modern garages now include basic diagnostics in a car service, so it’s easy to ask for a scan during your regular visits. Most importantly, it helps you plan ahead—by catching minor issues early, you can fix them before they become costly problems.

What Tools Are Used for Vehicle Scanning?

The scanners behind the scenes

There are two main tools that mechanics use for vehicle scanning: handheld diagnostic devices and auto current scanners. These tools plug into your car’s OBD port, usually located near the dashboard or steering wheel. Once connected, they run a scan of the car’s internal systems and report back with error codes or system statuses.

How scanners work with different systems

Auto current scanners are particularly useful when checking electrical circuits and current flow, especially for problems like faulty sensors, weak batteries, or loose wiring. On the other hand, OBD2 scanners are often used to detect engine and emission-related issues. Both tools provide fast, accurate results and help technicians figure out what needs fixing—whether it’s your ignition system or something as simple as a loose connector. So if you’re getting a car service, ask whether vehicle scanning is included—it’s a smart way to stay ahead of any surprise issues.

What Types of Problems Can a Vehicle Scan Detect?

From tiny faults to serious issues

Vehicle scanning isn’t just about checking what’s under the bonnet—it looks deep into your car’s systems. A scan can detect issues with sensors, engine timing, emissions, and even your battery’s performance. It can flag something as simple as a loose fuel cap or as serious as a misfiring engine.

If you've ever searched for car battery repair near me, it’s likely because of a slow start or a warning light. Many times, these issues can be traced back to battery voltage, alternator faults, or hidden wiring problems—all of which can be picked up by a scan.

Why early detection matters

Even a small fault can reduce fuel efficiency or wear out your engine faster. By using scanning tools to catch issues early, you can avoid bigger repair costs and drive more confidently. Whether it's low coolant signals or brake sensor failures, a vehicle scan helps you stay on top of problems before they affect your safety or your wallet.

When Should You Book a Vehicle Scan?

Don’t wait for warning lights to come on

While dashboard lights are obvious clues, many problems start quietly. That’s why it’s smart to include vehicle scanning as part of your regular car service—even if you don’t think anything’s wrong. Most workshops in Sydney and beyond now offer scans as part of their maintenance checks.

Scans are also important before long road trips or if you’ve recently bought a used car. It gives you peace of mind and can reveal issues the seller didn’t mention.

Common signs you need a scan

Your check engine light is on

You notice strange sounds or smells

Your car feels sluggish or vibrates

Fuel usage suddenly increases These are signs it’s time to ask for a scan—and possibly look into other related services like car battery repair near me if battery faults are involved.

Can You Scan a Car at Home or Should You Visit a Pro?

DIY tools are handy, but pros offer more insight

Some car owners buy small OBD2 scanners for personal use. These tools can read basic error codes and are useful for quick checks at home. However, if you want a full picture of your vehicle’s health, professional tools like auto current scanners give a deeper and more accurate reading.

Why a professional scan is worth it

Most car care shops use commercial-grade scanning systems that can access more detailed data from your car’s computer. These scanners are updated regularly and can read brand-specific codes that basic home tools can’t. Many local garages—even those offering car battery repair near me—include scanning as a free or low-cost service with diagnostics.

Final Tips: Add Vehicle Scanning to Your Car Care Routine

Make scanning a habit, not a last resort

Vehicle scans aren’t just for when something goes wrong—they’re a smart way to stay ahead. Add it to your regular Car Care plan and ask for it during every car service. It’s quick, affordable, and can reveal problems you might not even notice.

Proactive car care saves you money and stress

From detecting hidden faults to supporting battery health, regular vehicle scanning is one of the best ways to keep your car running smoothly. It helps you make informed decisions, avoid surprise breakdowns, and drive with confidence—all while extending the life of your vehicle.

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Why Timely Car Battery Service Is Crucial for Your Vehicle’s Health and Performance

Your car's battery powers the starter motor, keeps electronics running and ensures smooth operation. Yet, it’s easy to overlook until the day your car refuses to start. Timely car battery service helps prevent unexpected failures, protect other critical components, and ensure your vehicle runs reliably in all conditions.

Why Your Car Battery Needs Regular Attention

A healthy battery provides stable voltage, prevents strain on the alternator, and supports key functions like lights, sensors, and the infotainment system. But like any component, it wears out over time.

Factors like temperature extremes, frequent short trips, and high electrical demand can accelerate degradation. A weak battery can lead to hard starts, flickering dashboard lights, and poor electrical performance. Ignoring these warning signs could result in a sudden breakdown or damage to other parts of your vehicle’s electrical system.

Warning Signs Your Battery Needs Service

Your battery doesn’t fail overnight. It gives early warning signs that shouldn’t be ignored:

Slow engine crank: If your engine struggles to start, your battery may not be holding charge efficiently.

Dimming headlights and interior lights: A weak battery struggles to provide stable power.

Electrical issues: Malfunctions in power windows, infotainment, or sensors can signal low voltage.

Corrosion or swelling: Visible damage on the battery case is a red flag.

Frequent jump-starts: If you need to jump-start your car often, the battery is nearing the end of its lifespan.

Age over three years: Most batteries last between 3 and 5 years, but performance can decline sooner in extreme climates.

Ignoring these signs can lead to a complete failure, often at the worst possible time.

The Risks of Neglecting Battery Maintenance

As stated, a failing battery puts strain on your alternator and starter motor, causing premature wear and potential system failures. Unstable voltage can disrupt your ECU (Engine Control Unit), fuel system, and safety features like ABS and airbags.

Battery-related failures are one of the leading causes of roadside breakdowns, especially in extreme weather. Regular car battery service ensures reliable starts and system performance, reducing the risk of sudden failure.

How Environmental Conditions Affect Battery Life

Temperature extremes significantly impact battery health:

Cold weather: At 0°C, a battery can lose up to 35% of its power, making it harder for the engine to start.

Hot weather: At temperatures above 30°C, internal fluid evaporation and corrosion accelerate, shortening battery life.

If you live in an area with extreme seasonal changes, pre-winter and post-summer battery checks are essential to prevent performance issues.

What is Included in Preventive Battery Service

A proper car battery service goes beyond checking voltage. It includes:

Battery load testing: Ensures the battery can deliver power under real-world conditions.

Terminal cleaning: Prevents corrosion that can block electrical flow.

Secure mounting inspection: A loose battery can suffer internal damage due to vibrations.

Charging system check: Ensures the alternator is properly charging the battery.

Electrolyte level check (for non-sealed batteries): Low fluid levels can lead to poor performance.

Routine maintenance extends battery life, prevents electrical issues, and saves you from costly repairs.

Best Practices to Extend Battery Life

Want to get the most out of your battery? Follow these expert tips:

Get regular battery inspections: Include battery checks in your routine car maintenance schedule.

Keep terminals clean: Corrosion disrupts the electrical flow and can cause starting issues.

Avoid frequent short trips: The battery needs time to recharge after each start.

Ensure proper mounting: A loose battery can suffer internal damage from vibrations.

Use the right replacement: Always opt for a high-quality battery suited to your vehicle’s specifications.

Trust Castrol Connect for Reliable Battery Service

A well-maintained battery means no surprises on the road. At Castrol Connect, our trained technicians use advanced diagnostic tools to assess battery health, perform necessary maintenance, and recommend the right car battery replacement when needed.

Don’t wait for a dead battery to disrupt your plans. Book a car battery service with Castrol Connect today and drive without worrying about breakdowns.

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Symptoms of a Leaking Exhaust Manifold in Honda Acty

The Honda Acty is a beloved kei truck and van known for its reliability, efficiency, and compact size. While the Acty is a workhorse in many urban and rural settings, it's not immune to mechanical issues. One common but often overlooked problem is a leaking exhaust manifold. This issue can start small but develop into a more serious problem if left untreated, affecting engine performance, fuel efficiency, and even driver safety.

This comprehensive guide will walk you through the symptoms of a leaking exhaust manifold in a Honda Acty, why it matters, and what to do about it. If you're an Acty owner, understanding these symptoms could save you money and prevent major mechanical damage in the long run.

What Is an Exhaust Manifold and What Does It Do?

The exhaust manifold is the component that collects exhaust gases from the engine’s cylinders and channels them into the exhaust pipe. In the Honda Acty, this manifold is bolted directly to the engine block. It is designed to handle high temperatures and efficiently manage the flow of gases out of the engine to the catalytic converter and muffler.

A properly functioning exhaust manifold ensures that exhaust gases exit the combustion chamber quickly and safely. However, if the manifold develops a leak, several problems can arise — some subtle and some quite severe.

1. Ticking or Tapping Noise from the Engine Bay

One of the earliest and most common symptoms of a leaking exhaust manifold is a distinctive ticking or tapping noise, especially when the engine is cold. This noise often resembles a rhythmic tapping sound that speeds up as the engine RPMs increase.

The noise is caused by exhaust gases escaping through a crack or gap in the manifold or its gasket. As the engine heats up, the metal may expand slightly and cause the gap to shrink, making the sound quieter or even disappear temporarily. However, this doesn’t mean the problem has gone away. It's simply being masked by thermal expansion.

2. Decreased Engine Performance

Another key symptom of a leaking exhaust manifold is a noticeable drop in engine performance. If your Honda Acty feels sluggish when accelerating or seems to lack its usual torque and responsiveness, the exhaust manifold could be to blame.

A leak in the exhaust manifold disrupts the optimal flow of gases out of the engine. This backpressure loss can interfere with the combustion cycle, leading to reduced engine efficiency and power output. Over time, this performance drop can worsen and even cause misfires or poor idle quality.

3. Strong Exhaust Smell in the Cabin

If you start to notice a strong exhaust smell — especially a burnt or fuel-like odor — inside the cabin of your Honda Acty, it’s a serious red flag. A leaking exhaust manifold can allow exhaust gases, including dangerous carbon monoxide, to escape into areas they shouldn’t, including the vehicle interior.

This symptom isn’t just annoying; it’s potentially dangerous. Carbon monoxide is odorless and toxic. If you smell exhaust inside your Acty, roll down the windows immediately and avoid driving the vehicle until it’s been inspected and repaired.

4. Poor Fuel Efficiency

Because a leaking exhaust manifold affects how your engine breathes, it can also lead to poor fuel economy. The engine control unit (ECU) depends on accurate readings from oxygen sensors, which are downstream of the manifold. If there’s a leak, the readings become skewed, and the ECU may compensate by running a richer fuel mixture.

This means your Acty could be burning more fuel than necessary just to keep running smoothly. If you’ve noticed a sudden increase in fuel consumption without a clear reason, a leaking exhaust manifold could be the culprit.

5. Check Engine Light (CEL)

Modern Honda Acty models, especially those with electronic fuel injection, are equipped with engine sensors and onboard diagnostics. A leaking exhaust manifold may trigger the check engine light if it causes irregular oxygen sensor readings, misfires, or improper engine temperatures.

While the check engine light alone doesn't confirm an exhaust manifold leak, it should prompt you to scan for diagnostic trouble codes (DTCs). Codes related to lean conditions, exhaust temperature irregularities, or misfires in specific cylinders might point toward a manifold issue.

6. Visible Damage or Soot

If you're comfortable popping the hood and inspecting the engine, you might spot some visual indicators of an exhaust manifold leak. Look for:

Cracks or holes in the manifold itself

Loose or broken bolts connecting the manifold to the engine

Black soot or carbon buildup around the manifold or gasket area

These signs confirm that exhaust gases are escaping. The presence of soot indicates that unburned gases are leaking through a gap, usually where the manifold connects to the cylinder head or where cracks have formed due to repeated heat cycles.

7. Burning Smell from Engine Bay

A burning smell, particularly of rubber or plastic, might indicate that escaping exhaust gases are heating nearby components. In the Honda Acty, this can include wiring, hoses, or plastic covers located near the manifold. Over time, the high temperatures from leaking gases can damage these components, potentially leading to more expensive repairs.

8. Engine Bay Feels Excessively Hot

Although the exhaust manifold naturally operates at high temperatures, a leak can result in heat being radiated to areas not designed to withstand it. If you notice that the engine bay feels hotter than usual or that components near the manifold are warped or discolored, this could be due to escaping exhaust gases.

Why Do Exhaust Manifold Leaks Occur in the Honda Acty?

There are several reasons why a Honda Acty’s exhaust manifold might start to leak:

Thermal Stress: Constant heating and cooling cycles can cause the metal to expand and contract, eventually leading to cracks.

Worn Gaskets: The gasket between the manifold and the cylinder head can degrade over time, especially under high mileage.

Rust and Corrosion: In older Acty models, corrosion from moisture, salt, or road debris can eat away at the manifold or mounting bolts.

Loose Bolts: Vibration from the engine or improper torque during previous repairs can lead to loose or broken bolts, causing gaps that let gases escape.

Why It’s Important to Address the Problem Early

Ignoring a leaking exhaust manifold in your Honda Acty can lead to several serious consequences:

Reduced Performance: Continued backpressure loss can damage the catalytic converter and increase wear on the engine.

Higher Repair Costs: What starts as a minor gasket replacement can become a cracked manifold, melted wiring, or warped cylinder head if left untreated.

Health Hazards: Prolonged exposure to exhaust gases can cause headaches, nausea, or more severe symptoms from carbon monoxide poisoning.

Failed Emissions Tests: If you're in a region that requires emissions inspections, a leaking manifold can easily cause your vehicle to fail.

How to Confirm an Exhaust Manifold Leak

If you're mechanically inclined or working with a trusted mechanic, here are a few ways to confirm a manifold leak:

Smoke Test: Introducing smoke into the exhaust system can visually show where gases are escaping.

Soapy Water Test: Spraying a soap-and-water solution around the suspected area while the engine is running can create bubbles if there's a leak.

Infrared Thermometer: Measuring uneven heat across the manifold can indicate abnormal gas flow or cracks.

How to Fix It

The solution depends on the severity of the leak:

Gasket Replacement: If the leak is due to a worn gasket, replacing it is straightforward and relatively low cost.

Manifold Repair or Replacement: Cracked manifolds may sometimes be welded, though replacement is often the best solution for long-term reliability.

Bolt Re-torque or Replacement: If bolts are loose or broken, re-tightening or replacing them might solve the issue.

Surface Resurfacing: In rare cases, the cylinder head may need resurfacing if the manifold mounting surface is warped.

When replacing parts, it’s crucial to use components that meet or exceed OEM specifications. For reliable replacement parts and accessories tailored for your Honda Acty, Shop Oiwa Garage offers a well-curated selection. Whether you need a new manifold, gaskets, or heat shields, they’re a trustworthy source for Acty owners and enthusiasts.

Preventing Future Exhaust Manifold Leaks

While not all leaks can be avoided, you can minimize the risk by following a few preventative steps:

Use High-Quality Gaskets: Inferior gaskets wear faster and are more likely to fail.

Torque Bolts Properly: Use a torque wrench and follow the manufacturer’s specifications to avoid uneven pressure or stress on the manifold.

Inspect Regularly: At each oil change or during routine maintenance, take a quick look at the manifold area for signs of wear or damage.

Keep Engine Mounts in Good Condition: Bad mounts can increase engine movement, adding stress to the manifold.

Watch for Overheating: Overheating the engine can cause premature manifold wear. Keep your cooling system in good shape.

Conclusion

A leaking exhaust manifold may not seem like a big deal at first, but the symptoms can snowball quickly into serious engine problems and safety hazards. By recognizing the early signs — from ticking noises and performance loss to cabin odors and visible damage — you can take proactive steps to repair the issue and protect your Honda Acty.

When it comes time to replace parts, don't settle for less. Choosing high-quality replacement components from a reliable supplier like Shop Oiwa Garage ensures your repair lasts and your Acty keeps running at its best.

Paying attention to your vehicle’s signals isn’t just about saving money — it's about preserving the health and longevity of a trusted daily driver or weekend warrior.

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How to Avoid Overpaying for Basic Car Repairs

Maintaining a vehicle is essential, but it doesn’t have to break the bank. Many car owners unknowingly overpay for basic repairs, often due to lack of information, urgency, or blind trust in a service provider. If you're not careful, minor issues like an oil change or brake pad replacement can end up costing you far more than necessary. Whether you're driving a brand-new SUV or a secondhand sedan, learning how to avoid overpaying for basic car repairs is crucial.

If you’re based in Queensland and are tired of costly maintenance bills, remember services like cash for cars Caboolture offer alternatives when repairs outweigh the value of your vehicle. But before considering that route, let’s explore practical tips to ensure you're spending smartly and keeping your car—and wallet—healthy.

1. Know Your Car’s Manual Inside and Out

Your car's owner's manual is your first line of defense against unnecessary expenses. It outlines scheduled maintenance, recommended fluids, and parts. Many car owners fall into the trap of following a mechanic's advice without understanding what their car actually needs. For example, some shops may recommend a transmission flush every 30,000 km when your manual suggests every 100,000 km. That’s a big gap—and a potential savings opportunity.

Tip: Before agreeing to any service, cross-check the recommended maintenance with your manual.

2. Get Multiple Quotes

This step cannot be overstated. The automotive repair industry doesn’t have fixed pricing like groceries or clothing. The same brake job can cost $150 at one shop and $400 at another. Before giving the go-ahead, take a few minutes to get quotes from at least two to three different repair shops.

Online tools and apps like AutoGuru or FixMyCar can also help you compare costs in your area. Not only does this approach save you money, but it also helps you understand the average price of a given repair.

3. Understand Labor Costs vs. Parts Costs

A large part of what you pay for car repairs isn’t for the actual part—it’s the labor. Understanding how long a repair should take helps you question high bills. For example, replacing a cabin air filter takes 10 minutes and the part might cost $20, but some garages may charge you $100 for the task.

Ask for a breakdown of costs. If a mechanic is unwilling to itemize their invoice, consider it a red flag.

4. Beware of Unnecessary Upselling

You take your car in for an oil change and walk out with a $700 bill. Sound familiar? Some service centers upsell services that may not be essential. Common examples include engine flushes, fuel system cleaning, and high-mileage oil that your vehicle doesn’t necessarily require.

What to do: Don’t feel pressured to make instant decisions. Ask if a service is critical for safety or performance, and whether it can wait. Always request that the mechanic show you the issue if possible.

5. Build a Relationship with a Trusted Mechanic

Having a mechanic you trust is as valuable as having a good doctor. When you build a relationship with one, they’re more likely to be honest, transparent, and fair with pricing. Look for small, local shops with solid reputations rather than large chains that may be commission-driven.

Read reviews on Google or Facebook and look for certifications such as those from the Motor Trades Association of Queensland (MTAQ). Word of mouth from friends or family can also guide you in the right direction.

6. Don’t Ignore Warning Signs

Ignoring small issues can lead to much larger, more expensive problems. A squeaky brake, check engine light, or leaking fluid should not be brushed off. By addressing these early, you often avoid costlier repairs down the road.

Also, when you’re proactive, you have more time to shop around for pricing, rather than rushing to the nearest garage in an emergency.

7. DIY Where Possible

Basic maintenance tasks like changing your air filter, topping off fluids, or even replacing windshield wipers can be done at home with a bit of research. There are countless online tutorials, and many auto parts stores will guide you through the process or install parts for free when you buy from them.

Just be sure you’re comfortable doing it—and never attempt complex repairs unless you’re qualified.

8. Use Quality Parts—but Don’t Overpay

OEM (Original Equipment Manufacturer) parts can be expensive, and while they ensure compatibility, aftermarket parts are often just as reliable and significantly cheaper. Speak with your mechanic about options and weigh the pros and cons.

For common repairs like brakes, batteries, or belts, reputable aftermarket brands offer solid warranties and dependable performance.

9. Stay Informed and Educated

The more you understand about your vehicle, the less likely you are to be taken advantage of. Subscribe to automotive blogs, join car owner forums, or simply spend time reading about your car's make and model. This will help you recognize what’s normal and what’s not.

Also, use repair estimate tools online to gauge average pricing for your car’s issue.

10. Know When to Say Goodbye

Sometimes, a car is simply not worth fixing. If your vehicle constantly demands expensive repairs or the cost of fixing it outweighs its value, it may be time to consider selling it. Services like cash for cars Caboolture offer a hassle-free way to get rid of an old or damaged car and put cash in your hand instead of spending it endlessly on repairs.

Final Thoughts

Paying for car repairs is an unavoidable part of vehicle ownership—but overpaying is not. Being proactive, educated, and deliberate about where and how you spend your money can save you hundreds (even thousands) of dollars a year. Always question, compare, and consult before agreeing to repairs, and remember that sometimes, letting go of an old vehicle is the most cost-effective decision of all.

With a little effort and knowledge, you can keep both your car and budget running smoothly.

Written By: Mark Leo

Company: Jimmy Cash for Cars

Website: https://jimmycashforcars.com.au/cash-for-cars-caboolture/

Phone: 0452 424 407

Address: 20 Bonemill Rd, Runcorn QLD 4113, Australia

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Common Signs Your Caterpillar Engine Parts Need Replacement

Caterpillar machines are built tough—but even the strongest engines wear out over time. Ignoring failing Caterpillar engine parts can lead to breakdowns, downtime, and expensive repairs. Not sure when it’s time for a replacement? This guide highlights key signs to look out for so you can replace parts before they cause major issues.

Why Timely Replacement of Caterpillar Engine Parts Matters

Your Caterpillar engine powers everything from construction equipment to industrial machines. When engine components begin to wear out, they don’t always fail instantly—but they do start showing subtle signs. If ignored, minor issues can turn into major mechanical failures that affect your operations and cost you time and money.

That’s why recognizing the early signs of wear is critical to keeping your machines running efficiently.

Top Signs Your Caterpillar Engine Parts Need Replacement

Here are the most common indicators that your Caterpillar parts might be due for a change:

1. Decrease in Engine Performance

If your machine is suddenly:

Sluggish

Taking longer to start

Struggling to carry loads or climb inclines

…it could be due to worn-out engine components such as injectors, fuel pumps, or piston rings. Decreased power or performance is one of the earliest signs something is wrong internally.

2. Unusual Smoke from the Exhaust

Pay attention to the color of the smoke from your engine:

Blue smoke indicates oil is burning

White smoke suggests coolant is leaking into the combustion chamber

Black smoke points to excess fuel or air filter issues

In all cases, faulty Caterpillar engine parts like valve seals, piston rings, or injectors may be to blame.

3. Knocking or Strange Noises

A healthy engine runs smoothly. If you hear knocking, grinding, or clicking noises, these could signal:

Worn bearings

Failing connecting rods

Loose engine mounts or valve train problems

Ignoring these sounds can result in severe engine damage, making early detection and part replacement vital.

4. Overheating Issues

Frequent overheating can be a red flag that certain Caterpillar spare parts—like the water pump, thermostat, or radiator—are malfunctioning.

If you notice rising temperature readings, steam, or coolant leaks, get the engine inspected right away. Overheating can cause irreversible damage to engine components.

5. Excessive Fuel or Oil Consumption

Is your machine using more fuel or oil than usual? This could mean:

Fuel injectors are worn or clogged

Oil is leaking internally

Engine gaskets are failing

A sudden increase in consumption usually indicates something is failing and needs urgent attention.

6. Dashboard Warning Lights

Most modern Caterpillar machines are equipped with sensors that trigger warning lights when parts aren't functioning correctly.

If you see lights like:

Check Engine

Low Oil Pressure

High Engine Temperature

…don’t ignore them. These alerts are there to tell you it’s time to check or replace your Caterpillar engine parts.

7. Leaks Under the Engine

Oil, fuel, or coolant spots under your machine? That’s a clear warning. Leaks are often caused by:

Cracked hoses

Worn gaskets or seals

Loose fittings

Not only do leaks waste resources—they can lead to engine failure if not addressed.

8. Vibration or Irregular Engine Idling

If your engine shakes unusually or idles roughly when running, it might be due to:

Misfiring cylinders

Dirty or faulty spark plugs

Clogged fuel filters

Smooth idling is a basic sign of a healthy engine. Any irregularities should be inspected promptly.

Preventative Tip: Regular Maintenance Goes a Long Way

Routine inspection and maintenance of your Caterpillar parts can help you spot early signs of trouble and extend the life of your equipment. Always follow the manufacturer's service schedule and use genuine Caterpillar spare parts for replacements.

Conclusion: Trust Shah Trade Corporation (STC Engineering) for Genuine Caterpillar Parts

When it comes to engine reliability, choosing the right replacement parts makes all the difference. At Shah Trade Corporation (STC Engineering), we supply genuine Caterpillar engine parts that meet strict quality standards.

Whether you need Caterpillar spare parts for your engine, hydraulics, or filters, STC Engineering is your trusted Caterpillar parts supplier in India. With our expert support, fast delivery, and original products, we help you reduce downtime and keep your machines in peak condition.

Don’t wait for a breakdown—replace worn parts early with STC’s reliable supply.