"Hello? Hello Hello?" ("Purple Guy x Phone Guy")

[END] Good Ending.

BANG

BANG

BANG

"Mike, seriously bro. If you keep smacking your head on the table, your gonna see Jesus" Fritz worried.

" 'You're' " Mike groaned.

A week rolled around, resorting to a Afternoon Friday. God this week has been more hectic. The animatronics had been getting more animalistic. What made it worse for Phone guy was these weird shadow people. White beady eyes, with big black pupils. Teeth inch apart from each other. Phone guy was hallucinating. Looked like either a creepy pasta character, weird dark drawings kids made or shit you would see before dying. Of course he wouldn't tell anyone, common sense. Who would go up to someone and say 'Hey man I'm seeing these weird dead ghost people around'

What made that MORE worse, was it was only happening around Vincent. This had cost their bonding time to fall. Vincent has indeed noticed, since he was getting texts now instead of Phone guy's voice. He asked the man what was wrong, and Phone guy's only response was 'Papers, like usual', "Boss wants me to focus on the papers heh", etc. Like even right now, Phone guy wasn't even at the table, the spot next to Vincent was bare cold. Not even his scent was there.

"Besides, The boss should probably do something about that then" Mike grunted.

"What, get rid of the customers?" Fritz snickered

"To make this place fucking better, but that too I guess"

"That would ruin the business-"

"EXACTLY! Smart I know"

Mike and Fritz kept on speaking, until the eggplant had gotten their attention.

"... Why so quiet eggplant"

"What do you think" Vincent snapped

"well damn I was just checking on you-"

"Oh fuck off Micheal, load of shit. You never give a damn about anyone except for little 'jerebear'-"

Mike leaned over and grabbed the purple man by his collar, dragging him across.

"DON'T FUCKING CALL HIM THAT"

"Oh, OH. My apologies, 'Jerebean', 'JJ', 'Jemmy'-"

"Dont make me get 'Mr Ring Ring'-

Vincent immediately jumped up, inches away from Miles face. Death was upon him, again.

"You got a death wish Michael?" Vincent spat.

Luckily, an angel was sent down to this hellhole. Good ole Jeremy.

"Please calm down" Jeremy stated, separating the two figures.

"Took a while to take a shit Jeremy" Fritz snickered

"WHAT??" Jeremy spat

"Did you at least flush and wipe your hands?" Fritz continued, amused by this.

"Ok Ok, enough Fritz" Mike stated.

Jeremy sat back next to Mike and Fritz. It was a miracle the two hadn't Fredbear bite 83'd each other. Good ole times.

"Have you seen Phone guy?" Vincent asked Jeremy.

"N-No, I haven't sorry- I think he's either in the boss's office or in the staff room"

"Damn Vincent, what did you do man?" Fritz snickered

"Nothing! At all. That's the problem"

"Go talk to him man"