A/N: This does not follow the canon plotline. I may have butchered it just a little (lot) for the sake of Purplephone!
"AFTON! GET TO THE MAIN STAGE!"
Vincent froze and spun around in fear. He was in the process of exiting Freddy Fazbear's Pizza when he heard his boss shout his name angrily. Nervous, the purple man made his way across the room to the main stage, where his boss was waiting impatiently, tapping his foot.
"Yes boss?"
"Alright here's the deal Afton, you've been demoted." Vincent froze, he worked the day shift, there wasn't much lower to go. There was the janitor and...the night shift.
"On a scale of one to ten how concerned should I be for my life?" Vincent dearly hoped he would be on the night shift. At least he would have Mikey, Jere, Fritz...but no more Scotty.
"Twelve. That's right Afton, you've been demoted to night guard. The parents have been complaining that you've been scaring their kids for obvious reasons because you're freaking purple," Vincent cringed at the bluntness of his boss, "And because Lord know how horrible you are with children. Oh, and according to Cawthon you've been talking to the animatronics, and I don't want your insanity to spread to my day workers, it can spread to Schmidt, Smith, or Fitzgerald for all I care. Oh, and Cawthon. He's been demoted too. That's all Afton. Your shift starts tomorrow, 12 AM sharp."
"Yes boss."
~~Time skip to Vincent's apartment because I'm lazy XD~
In Vincent's head, he was internally screaming. So what if he was purple? It's not like it was his fault. So what if he wasn't good with children. He had very bad experiences with children. So what if he talked to the animatronics? He had his reasons. Yeah, he would get to catch up with Jere, Mikey, and Fritz. But Vincent was about to face death.
Karma. Vincent thought to himself bitterly, You deserve it. You're the reason why the nightguards have trouble surviving SIX FREAKING HOURS. You're the reason for this calamity. It's about time you got a taste of your own medicine Vincent. He thought to himself as though he talked to himself, in third person, but for a second, he had to rephrase.
It's about time you faced the music Vincent.
No, that wasn't quite right.
It's about time you faced the music, Vincent Afton.
No, that wasn't quite right either.
It's about time you faced the music,
William V, Afton.
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FanfictionSticking together since Fredbear's Family Diner, Scott and Vincent were best friends. Until Vincent slowly slips into delirium, claiming to see the spirits of his long-dead children. With the other nightguards paying no attention to him, Scott is th...
