You Are My Sunshine.

The Night Shift.

Scott's P.O.V.

I still had a headache from the confusing thoughts I was having earlier. It wasn't helped much by the fact that there were kids screaming for the Fazband in every direction you could look in. I wish I could just spend the day in my office, but Jeremy was out sick again. The only reason Mike was here today was because I told him I would cut his paycheck if he didn't come in. I should have done it before today, but I was too broken up about Kathlin to really care about much. I couldn't wait for 8:00. That was when I got a chance to get home and see my kids just before they had to go to bed. I hope Mike doesn't set the place on fire tonight. Other wise he would not only be fired, but arrested. And he was one of my few friends. Well, calling him a friend might be a little strong, but he's there when I feel like something's wrong.

---TIME SKIP BECAUSE WORK IS BORING.---

Still Scott's P.O.V.

"Why do I have to do the fucking night shift again! Make the grape do it." Mike was complaining about me assigning him the night shift tonight. What else is new?

"Because you want a paycheck don't you?"

"But why the night shift? I did it for most of last week." Mike thought for a second, then he had an odd wildly happy expression. "Fine, I'll do it, but don't expect there to be a fazfucks when you come in tomorrow." This was a warning that I couldn't give him the shift. But I guess he shouldn't have to take it anyways, I mean his friend is sick, and he has to come to work tomorrow as well.

"Fine, you win. I'll do the shift myself." I really hated it, but I couldn't leave this place without someone to watch, and Vincent has had nothing but both night shifts, followed by a day shift except for yesterday. That was the only day he never has the shift. Fritz usually covers in Wednesdays. I walked into my office, ready to call my kids to tell them that I wasn't gonna be coming home tonight, and I would be home tomorrow, after school, but there was a knock on the door. I looked up from my messy desk to see Vincent standing there, leaning against the door frame.

"Yes Vincent?" I could tell that he wanted something. But what was the question.

"You seemed like you didn't want to do the night shift. I could do it for you if you like." I was shocked. Why would someone offer to take a horror show, over a good night's sleep? He must need money really badly unless there's something more to what he's asking for.

"Nah, it's fine. You should go home and get some rest. you look like you haven't slept in weeks." The words didn't sound so rude in my head. But Vincent just smiled when I said this.

"It shows that much huh." I didn't mean to question him like that, but he didn't seem angry, more like I had just noticed his long hair for the first time. "How about we both take the shift." He seemed like he didn't even notice that he just spoke. Maybe he was just trying to avoid an explain.

He seemed really keen on getting this shift. Like he would rather do it than anything else. "If you really want to but you don't have to."

"Ok." He sounded like this was nothing more than he expected. Like there was more to the shift then trying not to be killed. He also seemed like doing the shift was only half of what he wanted. Like there was something he had in mind.

---TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY. Foxy being trapped in a door.---

Vincent's P.O.V.

It was 11:45. Scott just came in the room. He was out in the main pizzeria just before, making sure there were no kids left. "So.........." We were having one of those awkward moments when you could tell we wanted to talk, but neither of us had something to start the conversation with.