Vincent's POV
I don't know what I was doing. I'm a man of solemn and silence, yet I've gotten along so easily to PG. I frowned as I drove towards my house, the sound of music flowing softly through my ears. I'm not sure what it was that I liked about him, he was an average man trying to rake up enough cash for rent every month. I wouldn't know what it's like.
I sighed. This job, I didn't even need it. I just needed something else to do to get my mind off things. I needed to have a life outside my job or else my mind would be stuck in there. Trust me, if you had my job, and have had it for as long as I have, you'd be out of the ordinary too. I needed to blend in to a regular persons life. I've learned that the hard way.
I arrived to my home. It was small, but a nice house if I do say so myself. Definitely better than the average house. Pressing the garage button in my car, I entered my garage when the door was open enough for me to slid through.
I closed the giant door, locked my car, and entered my house. After what seemed like a blur, I was on my bed, taking off my work clothes and slipping on an old shirt. Despite it being morning, I was bushed. I curled up in my sheets, with a thought of PG entering in my head. I grinned. He was a funny man.
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I thought it would be amusing to hide behind the desk on the last hour and see if the animatronics would find us. PG protested, but using my mad persuasion skills, I convinced him.
I held back a laugh as Bonnie walked in with a dumb look on his face. PG only cringed and clutched my arm with fear. "Oh c'mon," I whispered after the rabbit left, "It can't be that scary!"
"You have no idea what they can do to you!" He spat back.
I chuckled, "Hah! It's not like they'll-" A hand was slapped over my mouth and it took me much of my restraint not flip the person around and pin them down. I remembered that it was only my Co-worker and tried looking outside the office, still hiding behind the desk.
I saw Foxy had his ears perked up at the sound of our voices. His eye's narrowed as he looked right at us through the desk. PG's hand was still on my mouth, I didn't want it there, so I licked it. He sprung back, hitting the desk, causing oh so much noise.
In a flash, Foxy had lunged towards us with his mouth wide open, PG being first in line. My eyes widened, as I slid forward and punched him in the snout, shielding the security guard. No way I was gonna let him get hurt.
Foxy yiped and recoiled, holding his snout glaring at me. I stood up and chuckled darkly, "Come and get it, Foxy." He snarled and jumped towards me. I swung my fist again, big mistake. Foxy foresaw my action and caught my hand in his mouth, sinking his dagger like teeth inside. I inhaled sharply from the searing pain that was not only in my hand, but spreading up my arm. Quickly, I lowered my abused hand and kneed the fox straight in the jaw. I heard something snap, thinking it was a bone in my hand, but it turned up to be Foxy's jaw.
He let go of my bloodied fist and turned tail to run. I kicked him in the back for extra measure and slammed the door button.
I was too busy with my own fight to see that PG was wrestling with the one and only, Freddy Fazbear. Before I could get into the tussle, with a heave, he shoved the bear out of the office and closed the door.
He exhaled and ran his fingers through his long curly brown hair. His forehead gleamed with sweat and breathing heavily. "Not bad," I complimented, "Strong man you are."
PG's eyes looked at me, then trailed to my hand. He gasped, running up to me and holding my wrist. "Oh God, I'm so sorry I-"
"Shhhh," I gave him a reassuring smile, "I've had worse."
