Set Up. || PURPLEPHONE

Back In The Closet.

Vincent walked out of Pirate's Cove, turning to Scott, "Are you alright?" He gestured to the dark patch on Scott's shirt.

"I'm fine," Scott said, "He didn't get me that badly..." And suddenly he yelped as, for the second time that night, his feet lifted off the ground, "Vincent, what are you doing?!"

"Shh," Vincent said, "You're walking too slowly and we need to get somewhere safe."

Scott blinked. Sweeping me off my feet and taking me somewhere we can be alone together... irony at its finest...

Vincent walked quickly as if Scott wasn't in his arms at all, and Scott found himself having to resist the urge to cuddle into him. His scent was amazing. Like some kind of spice, exotic and very comforting.

"We're going to the safe room," Vincent explained quietly, "They can't get in, and there's bandages in there."

"Are you sure?" Scott whispered back, "Wouldn't it be easier to just leave the building?"

"The exits deadlock at midnight," Vincent said, "And we wouldn't have time to override it. Foxy has been reset, but I am willing to bet he's already left the Cove again and is waiting for the perfect time to attack."

Scott shuddered, glancing over Vincent's shoulder at the Cove. He froze against Vincent. Foxy was visible, poking his head out from the room, looking tensed as if about to sprint.

"Vincent... walk faster! Foxy..."

Vincent glanced back and saw the fox, swearing under his breath. He quickened his pace, reaching the other side of the Dining Hall and turning down the West Hall.

Chica was at the end of the Hall. Vincent inhaled sharply and slowed down, walking as quietly as possible. The bright glow of his eyes dimmed down to virtually nothing, and Scott stared at him in awe, as if saying, You didn't tell me you could do that!

Vincent winked at him quickly before slipping down the rest of the hallway. Now they were standing just behind Chica. If she heard them, they'd be dead.

Vincent put Scott down as gently as he could, but his shirt rubbed against the cut and he cried out in pain, instantly slapping a hand over his mouth.

Chica slowly turned around, her head twitching slightly.

Vincent panicked. He slid his hands along the wall, trying desperately to find the little notch of the safe room, "Where is it?! Where is it!? I can't find it!"

Scott was still clutching his chest, but he looked over at the wall.

Chica stepped forward, making a sick groaning sound.

Vincent let go of the wall, "No... No, oh gawd..."

There was a loud sound of chairs being knocked around, and Scott knew that Foxy had left the Cove. Launching forward, he grabbed the notch, and the door clicked open.

Foxy appeared at the end of the hall and tore down it.

Vincent swung the door open hard, and it slammed right in the animatronic's snout. "Get in!" Vincent screeched, as Foxy paused momentarily, growling lowly in its throat.

Scott ran into the room and collapsed on the floor, and Vincent followed him in. As he closed the door, Foxy's hook appeared in it, and it started to pull the door back open.

Vincent grabbed the handle with both of his hands, pulling as hard as he could. He put his leg up on the door frame and pushed off using that.

Foxy's hook lost grip and the door slammed shut.