Sorry.. |FNaF PG x PG fanfiction|

My Little Kit

//Lemme add a tw beforehand-//

That event that happened years ago still scars the company and the young boy who was there, even getting a little bit of blood on him.

The boy felt scared, horrified even by what had happened. He didn't trust any teenager, yet he was a teenager now. He grew scared by what he is capable of.

The boy occasionally had nightmares about the event, and then there was the event that had happened threes years ago.

The first murder by him.

He didn't know what caused him to kill the little girl. She was blind, and to his mind she wasn't needed in the world anymore. Yet that was just the voice who'd told him that.

The memories slowly came back to him..

He stood above a crying girl with dark skin. He asked her why she was crying. She said it was because she couldn't get in, as her brother hasn't come back, and she wanted to go to the birthday party, as she was invited.

The boy only laughed, promising that he'd help her stop crying. That was when the voice told him what to do. Grab a nearby glass shard from a previously broke window. Cover the girls mouth and keep her silent, proceed to slit her neck, causing the bear inside the establishment to stop to detect where the screams where coming from.

Then leave..

A voice split through the dream. "Hey... Vincent, wake up.."

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The teen awoke, looking up with a soft mutter of confusion escaping him. He caught glance of his friend, Scott, standing above him. The brunette sighed, "You fell asleep again.. Luckily for you, Mr. C didn't get mad at you. Aaand its the end of the day!"

Vincent jolted up, eyes going wide, "Huh- What did I miss!?" The brunette chuckled, "Nothing.. We only watched Rikki-Tiki-Tavi for like.. The hundredth time.." Vincent nodded and yawned softly, grabbing his bag by the floor. Scott moved out of the way for him to get out.

The teen glanced towards the clock. Yep, it was the end of the day. He looked at Scott, "Isn't it the weekend..?" The brunette nodded, "Yeah.." The teen bit his lip. That meant Fritz would be looking for him as he left school. Vincent looked at Scott, "Could I go home with you..?"

The brunette shrugged, "Ehh.. I don't know.." The teen looked up, "Well.. Uh, we'd better get our stuff put away.." The brunette nodded, "I guess so.. See you 'round then?" Vincent nodded softly, "Yeah.. See you then.." He hoisted the bag over his shoulder, quickly heading to his locker.

He had probably about five minutes to put his stuff away, take home what he needed, head for the exit to walk home, check for Fritz.. Speaking of him-

Vincent glanced behind him, his paranoia setting in as he saw the black-haired teen. He gulped, picking up speed to leave, his green gaze darkening with fear. He wished he'd stayed with Scott, at least then he'd have help if Fritz turned on him like he does.

The teen quickly headed out of the door, silent. He looked around him, most students gone. Well, they'd do that in attempt to quickly get home to video games or whatever.. Facebook, something. The teen quickly left the main part of the school grounds, hearing soft laughter behind him.

Vincent glanced behind him, placing his hand in his pocket. Fuuuuuck.. He left his usual pocket knife at home, or his locker. Probably his locker, most likely the locker. Well, too late to go back unless you want to meet Mr. King of Douchebaggery.

The teen looked towards the woods, wondering if it would be safe or not to go down the short cut to his house because of Fritz and them. He knew eventually today Fritz would come after him. He sighed, turning towards the woods, as bad of an idea it was, he took it.