Sorry.. |FNaF PG x PG fanfiction|

Being Sick

//the picture is the plush Vin has right now, plus it's adorable as fuck//

There was a few reasons why Vincent loved being sick.

Being his usual plush-loving self, he liked to bring little plushes to bed and annoy the fuck out of whomever was helping him get better with the plushes he brought.

And, he liked to try and purposely get his caretaker sick if they were being a bum. Which was exactly what he was trying to do.

The teen glanced towards the brunette, smiling. Scott looked at him, "What..? You're just lucky I'm suspended from school, then you'll have to do this all by yourself.. And your also lucky I didn't tell the doctor you weren't taking your meds correctly..." Vincent pouted, "Oi... Don't be that way.. Foxy don't like it." He held the plush up, smiling wider.

Scott looked at it, sighing, "Vin.. Its three in the morning.. I want sleep also, you know." Vincent looked at the bed, "Then.. Sleep then.." The brunette shrugged, "No, because I don't want you getting even more sick. Speaking of which, you need to go to sleep.." The teen sighed, looking at the Foxy plush. "But I can't.."

Scott looked at the plush, "Vin.. You have nearly every plush known demand on the bed with you.. How could you possibly not sleep..?" Vincent thought for a second, "I'm missing one." Scott sighed, "And that would be what exactly..?" Vincent gently grabbed his arm, "You-" he quietly pulled the brunette towards himself, grinning softly.

The brunette stumbled softly before pulling away. "Vin, that's sweet but I don't want to catch your little cold thing you have going on.." Vincent sighed, "But Scott, how will I sleep?" He whined softly, crossing his arms.

The brunette sighed, rolling his eyes softly. "Fine.. I will.." The teen perked up, a large smile forming on his face. Scott chuckled softly, "Only if you promise to not try anything.."

Vincent laughed quietly, "I won't." The brunette quietly shuffled over, silently moving onto the bed beside him. The teen looked at him, grinning softly. Scott looked at him, "What? I'm here.. Now sleep." The teen crossed his arms, "It isn't that easy.." The brunette sighed, "Mhm.. Just do it, Vin.."

The teen rolled his eyes, "Don't go Shia on me.." Scott glanced at him, "The fuck, Vin?" Vincent muffled laughter, covering his mouth. He wanted to try and get him sick already, but he couldn't help his laughter from little inside jokes. The brunette gained a large grin, "Just do it, Vincent. Just do it."

Vincent stopped his laughter as best as he could, looking at him. "Alright.. I will then." Scott tensed up, watching the other move to grab his chin, a large smirk on his face. Vincent chuckled, "Yup.. And prepare to be sick, by the way." Scott glared softly, "Vin, let me go.. Don't you even think about it.."

The teen grinned, "You said to do it.. I am! I'll be your personal little nurse, cause you'll hit it ten times worse." He laughed softly, the brunettes face going pale, then a soft shade of red. Scott grabbed his wrist, pulling it back, "Uh.. One, did you just try and rap? And two, I am not getting sick because of your little kissy things..."

Vincent chuckled, "Hmm... Too bad!" He leaned over, giving him a sloppy kiss on the cheek. Scott hissed softly, "Meh- Stop it that's gross!" The teen looked at him, "How?" The brunette wiped off his cheek, "Meh- Your spreading germs!" Vincent rolled his eyes, laughing softly, "Aw, Scotties afraid of getting sick. Hah!" Scott glared at him, "Your lucky I won't get you sick again whenever I do.."

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Vincent looked at the sickly brunette beside him, the brunette glaring at him. "look what you've done, ya Lil' shit.. Hope you're proud.." The teen grinned, "Yep, I am." Scott rolled his eyes, turning away from him, mumbling under his breath. Vincent chuckled, "I might be a little bastard, but I'm also your nurse.."

The brunette looked at him and glared, "I never-" Vincent smiled, "You juuust did.." The brunette sighed, turning his head away again. Vincent chuckled, "Hey Scott.."

"What?"

"Shut your eyes, let the darkness lead the fight. Say goodnight." He looked at him. The brunette looked at him with one of his famous 'what the fuck' faces, "Vincent please.. Don't start going jack shit crazy on me.. I'm sick.." Vincent thought for a second, "Sick in the head? I ain't sick, bitch, stick to your meds.."

The brunette sighed, "That should be you. Speaking of which.. Take your hallucination meds.." Vincent crossed his arms, "Nah.." Scott sighed, "Vincent.. Do it, for me? I'm sick as a dog.." The teen chuckled, "fine." Scott smiled, gently patting his head, "Good. Now go." Vincent sighed, standing and walking off.

In truth, Scott wasn't really that sick to need help, he just loved making Vincent do things for him. Even the simplistic tasks he loved to watch him do just because 'he was sick'. He liked how Vincent would get batshit pissed, but stayed calm despite the obvious anger.

Vincent came back, sighing and sitting down again, "There.." Scott looked at him, amber lighting up, "You realize I was never really sick, right?"

Vincent froze slightly, processing what he said before looking at him, glaring. "You what..?" Scott grinned, "I'm not actually that sick." Vincent looked at the table and grabbed one of the Sharpies on it, turning towards him. The brunette widen his eyes, "Vincent, put the marker down."

Vincent smiled one of his famous murderous grins, "Don't try to take this weapon from me.." The brunette gulped softly, "Vin- I'm fucking stronger than you, and I'm sure you can't murder someone with a marker.." The teen chuckled, "Don't be too sure.. The inks toxic, and you can easily take the cap off and stab someone with it.. Plus, you can draw on their faces.."

Scott was confused for a second before grabbing his wrist, "Vin.. Don't do it.." Vincent grins, "But, we have the right to remain motherfucking violent.." Scott sighed, "Vin.. Stop it with the damn references..." Vincent shook his head, "Nah." He grabbed the marker with his other hand, trying to pull his hand free from his grasp.

Scott let his hand go, "I can't stop this, can I?" Vincent shook his head again, starting to draw on his face, grinning.

And that's how Scott went to school the next day with little symbols on his face, and little quotes he tried to get off his face. When he walked into class, he watched Vincent try not to laugh to death, in which he had to leave the classroom to collect his manners again.. If he had any, that is.