What we Stumbled Apon

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The time was 11: 23 PM. Today was my last shift at Freddy's, ever.

But I couldn't shake this bad feeling away from my gut. I just felt like I wasn't going to get the happy ever after I wanted. But this feeling only motivated me more to go to my shift, for Scott's sake.

Fortunately, when I reached for the door handle, Scott left it unlocked. A feeling of relief washed over me as I calmly walked towards the office. I payed close attention to the sound of my heels squeaking against the floor, until I noticed another noise that didn't come from me.

"Y/N, where's Scott?" It was Vincent. I was surprised to see him at Freddy's, especially around this time but I shrugged it away. My attention was more focused on Scott right now.

"I'm sure he's in the office. I was just heading there." I gestured towards behind me but Vincent shook his head in disapproval.

"He isn't, I checked a while ago. I've been looking around the whole pizzeria." I've never seen Vincent so serious. He was always a joker, and seeing him like this made me frightened for Scott. But surely he was fine...it's not even 12!

"Have you checked everywhere?" I glanced at my watch, revealing that we had only a few minutes to find him.

"There is one room...but I really rather not go in there." Vincent's face shifted from worry to uneasy.

"Vincent, we have to." I placed my hand on his shoulder.

"I suppose." He sighed. Vincent started walking and I was quick to follow behind him. The walk was silent and I couldn't help but wonder why Vincent didn't want me in this mysterious room. What was he hiding?

Soon enough, he led me to one of the backrooms. He slowly opened the door, and what was revealed was horrific.

"Help...me..." Scott whimpered. Vincent and I rushed to his side and quickly pulled the springlock suit off of him. The suit managed to puncture his arms and he was gushing bleeding. Vincent and I looked at each other, and without words being spoken, he ran off.

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Vincent agreed to cover the night shift for Scott. Speaking of, he was rushed to the hospital and Vincent and I managed to carry him outside just before the 12 AM bell rang. Unfortunately, this was a 2 man job and I was stuck with Vincent for the next 6 hours, leaving me to worry about Scott.

"I'm sure he'll be fine, Y/N." Vincent glanced over to my unsteady figure by the doorway.

"I don't know..we just left him out there!" I rubbed my fingers against my temple.

"Scotty's a tough guy. He can handle it. This has happened before..." Vincent murmured the last part. I raised a brow at his comment.

"What are you saying?" I folded my arms.

"He's had a similar accident, with the suits. It happened to him on his fourth night but I was there to help him." Vincent sighed, shifting his attention back towards the cameras.

"Shut the door on the right." He spat out coldly. I didn't hesitate to slam my fists into the red button and hold them there.

"So I heard you and Scott are getting along pretty well.~" Vincent chuckled.

"I don't want to talk about this when Scott could be lying dead on the streets right now." I practically glared at Vincent.

"You know just as well as I do that we heard sirens outside 30 minutes ago. I assure you he'll survive."

"Open the door." I obeyed and lifted my hand from the red button, revealing the dark
emptiness outside.

Suddenly, a loud ringing was heard from my pockets. It was someone calling me. I opened my phone and jumped with joy when I recognized the contact.

"Scott! Please tell me you're okay!" I squealed.

"It is lamentable that mass agricultural development is speeded by fuller use of your marvelous mechanisms."

What is he talking about?

"Um, Scott? Are you feeling alright?"

"Would it not be easily possible to employ some of them in quick laboratory experiments to indicate the influence of various types of fertilizers on plant growth?"

I couldn't help but notice how omniscient his voice sounded. It was almost unrecognizable. Not to mention, the way he was talking. No stuttering, no injury updates, what was going on with him?

"You are right. Countless uses will be made by future generations..."

A whoosh was heard from the background of the phone and Scott's voice had faded.

"Sorry, about that ma'am. He must be hallucinating from the drugs. I'll update you when he's better." A female voice spoke over the phone.

"Alright..." I hesitantly hung up. I knew for a fact that had nothing to do with the medicine he was given. It had something to do with the pizzeria, and I was going to find out.

"Y/N, was that Scott?" Vincent looked up at me.

"I don't even know..."

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