Ask The Security Guards / Animatronics! FNaF

Hi, Nice To Meet You, Please Don't Kill Me.

Twitch scrolled through her feed. So many dares. She looked up at the group. "Well guys, we better get started on the next dare if we want to be done before Christmas. This one's for all of you. And not just the guards. We're going to introduce you to the animatronics, properly and once and for all!"

"Awesome!" Scott said. "Will Foxy be there?"

"A-Are y-you s-sure t-they won't a-attack us...?" Jeremy asked.

"OooooOooOooh, I'd love to see them..." Vincent said. "Actually talk to them, huh? Interesting. I wonder if they recognise me."

"Oh great, it wasn't enough having to survive the nights with the furries, now we have to spend our day with them as well," Mike rolled his eyes.

"I'm using my pass!" Fritz exclaimed. "I ain't getting myself pressed into a suit, thank you very much."

"Oh, face it," Vincent said, "You just don't want to show up in front of Chica after she rejected you."

((Frica 4 leif (wow, look at me. Purplephone, Mitch and Frica. What have I become?) Can there be a Scott/Twitch? No? Too much to ask for? I'm sorry. NO, VINCENT, I WAS JOKING! PUT THE KNIFE DOWN! ))

Fritz stuck out his tongue childishly. "Whatever. I'm out."

"Well," Twitch said, "Just be at the Show Stage at 12pm."

~~~

Scott walked out to the Show Stage. Wow. Everyone was there. The Toys, the old animatronics... even Spring Freddy, Spring Bonnie and... he shuddered. Fredbear. He fancied that he could still see the red taint of blood around its mouth. He looked away.

The guards were standing in a line, Vincent looking like he couldn't possibly contain his excitement, Mike staring at the 'furries', as he called them, with contempt, Jeremy flinching at the slightest sound, and Scott looking around for Foxy.

"Alright," Twitch said. "Let's get it started..." She flipped a switch and the animatronics powered on.

Vincent ran forwards instantly, whispering something along the lines of 'my children...'. ((Don't ask))

Every animatronic he walked past stiffened. Oh, they remembered him, and their eyes flicked black, making strange growls or even swiping at him, but he dodged, looking at them like a father, remembering as he walked past each one the child inside and how he'd killed them. His eyes flickered over to Spring Freddy and he gasped, walking over. "Oh, Michael..." he said. "My second victim..."

"Um, Michael? Victim?" Scott asked.

Vincent laughed lightly. "I named all of the animatronics after children I once knew. Goldie here, I named him Michael..." He said nothing about the 'victim' part, though. He perked up when he heard a familiar music box and spun around.

The Puppet was face to face with him, and there was something in its eyes that was enough to make Vincent intimidated. He took a few shaky steps back. "Um... uh, P-Puppet. G-Good to see ya..."

The Puppet followed. "Help Them. Save Them."

Vincent's eyes flashed. "You can't. It's too late."

"Save... him," The Puppet said, and its head turned to look at Scott.

Scott's eyes widened, "Woah, wait, what? Save me from what?!"

"Save him," The Puppet repeated again, and it actually faded away. Like, didn't move, just faded.

((*dances* Foreshadowing~! ))

"How did it do that?!" Scott stared incredulously, gaping. Then he felt a sharp piercing in his shoulder. "Ah-" he looked up to see Foxy towering over him. "Foxy!" He grinned.

"S-cot-t," Foxy's speech was broken (some kid had torn out Mangle's voice box and they'd tried to replace it with Foxy's). "D-on'-t tru-st hi-m."

"Trust who?" Scott asked, and Foxy's gaze rose and locked eyes with Vincent. He growled.

Scott raised an eyebrow. "Why do they all specifically hate /you/ so much, Vincent?"

"I've already told you, Scott," Vincent replied, "But I think you thought I was lying."

"...Huh?" Scott asked, confused.

"Yo fellas!" Mike ran over, "Check this out!" He jerked a thumb over his shoulder where Jeremy was shyly talking to Toy Chica. He was blushing  ever so slightly and the ? on his face had turned to < 3. "Turns out Toy Chica's an anime fan. A hot anime fan."

Scott snorted. "I don't know what it is with you guys and Toy Chica."

Mike shook his head pitifully. "You'd understand if you were straight."

"What's that got to do with anything?!" Scott asked.

Mike and Vincent exchanged glances.

"It's got to do with everything, Scott," Vincent said. "You're not sexually attracted to girls - a hot chick wearing almost nothing means nothing to you."

Scott shook his head, "She's technically agender, not to mention a murderous robot chicken, but whatever. Fine. She's hot. Whatever you say."

"Think of it this way, Scott," Vincent sighed. "Imagine me in only my boxers."

Scott blushed slightly, "O-Okay, now what?"

"Nothing," Vincent said. "I just wanted to get that image into your head. Oh, wait, I have one last thing to do." He ran off.

Mike sniggered and Scott threw his hands up in the air. "I can't win."

~~~

Vincent ran up to Chica. "Hey there~"

Chica turned to him and twitched slightly. "What do you want?" She spat.

Vincent waved his hand dismissively. "My good old friend, Fritz, wanted me to tell you that he thought you looked nice even in comparison with hot and skimpy over there," he pointed to Toy Chica.

Chica glared at him. "Since the new replacement, nobody finds me attractive any more."

'Women...' Vincent thought. "I beg to differ," Vincent says. "Fritz certainly does, and he was wondering if you'd like to get to know each other over some pizza?"

Chica didn't hesitate. "No."

"Extra. Cheese."

"When is it?" Chica asked.

"Tomorrow night. Okay, my work here is done. Seeya round, Lucille." Vincent winked, using the name of the ghost he knew was inside of her. Her eyes flickered black and she hissed, but he was already gone.