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The Night Shift

(( I MADE A VINCENT. There you go. There's a Vincent. I also did a Scott which was the other half of that picture, but it sucked. Dw, he's in another picture I did that will be shown later ;). I didn't draw it. I mean, I can draw but I don't have the patience. It was a rinmaru games thing which apparently I'm supposed to say if I want to upload the photo online so there you go. Tried to get a bloody dagger but they only had katanas and I was like - are you for real? Also, yes, they had an option for no pupils, but it looked really unnatural, and it was better this way, trust me.))

Scott arrived at the pizzeria at 11:45, pulling the spare keys out of his pocket. The plan:

1. Get in before Vincent.

2. Lock Vincent out.

3. Do the night shift alone.

Of course, the chances of Scott actually locking Vincent out of the office were very low, because the other option was him being fatally wounded. But hey, a man can dream.

Scott walked down the dark hallway slowly, letting his hand trace along the un-even wallpaper. The only sounds were his footsteps, loud and echoing in the empty building, and his breathing.

The place was creepy at night. He could feel the animatronics' eyes on his back, boring into him. Everything was dark, but coated in moonlight through the windows, which only added to the eeriness. Worst of all was a presence, like he was being watched by something dark and sinister.

Nervously looking over his shoulder, Scott realised he wasn't alone. Yelping, he lost his footing and fell to the ground, his heart racing so hard, he felt as though it would tear his chest apart.

A pair of glowing white eyes blinked at him, followed by a glowing white grin that hung disembodied in the air like a Cheshire cat, "Evening, Scott."

"Vincent!" Scott breathed, lifting a hand to his neck to feel his pounding heartbeat, "You scared me to freaking death!"

Vincent chuckled deeply, holding out a hand to help Scott up, "You should have known I was coming."

"Still!" Scott took his hand and pulled himself up, "I didn't even hear you come in! How long were you following behind me for?"

As Scott's eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could make out the black outline of Vincent shrugging, "Ever since you arrived?"

"Ever since I-" Scott shivered slightly, "That's kind of scary, Vin. Don't do that again."

"If you say so," Vincent said, "Now let's go to the Office before the kiddies get up and active, hm?"

Scott followed behind Vincent timidly. He realised after a while that Vincent hadn't let go of his hand from when he helped him up... but he decided not to do anything about it. At the moment, he was a little grateful for some reassurance.

As if reading his mind, Vincent gave Scott's hand a squeeze, which Scott returned, before they reached the Office.

"There. Not that we're any safer here," Vincent sighed, "But it's the closest we can get."