A/N: Just to reiterate this doesn't follow the canon plotline OR TIMELINE ...because why not?
When Vincent walked into the office, he was immediately greeted by a greeting committee of unhappy looking nightguards.
"Great, he actually showed up!" Mike snorted, spinning around in the swivel chair annoyedly.
"C'mon Mike! B-Be n-n-nice to h-him!" Jeremy stuttered, clutching his flashlight white-knuckledly as if he was expecting Foxy to jump into the office at any moment.
"Mmhmm, be nice to the perverted angry grape," Mike retorted sarcastically, clicking the security tablet on and punching in his passcode.
"Hey! I am not perverted! A hopeless romantic maybe but not a pervert!" Vincent snapped, clicking his flashlight on and shining it into the hallway. Even though Vincent worked the day shift for a considerable amount of time, he was moved to night shift on and off, he knew the protocol.
"Guys! Can we get to surviving the night? It's freaking Friday!" Scott pointed out something none of the others had ever noticed. It was Friday, the animatronics would be at their worst.
"I-it's F-f-friday?" Jeremy yelped, leaping behind Mike.
"Calm down Jere-bear. There are five of us, we'll be fine!" Mike said reassuringly.
"Unless we won't be...IT'S THE MANGLE!" Fritz yelped, backing away from the hallway and turning his flashlight on and off.
"What's 'The Mangle'?" Vincent asked, turning to Scott who put his phone head in his hand.
"Funtime Foxy, the one that got destroyed. Jeez, even the day shift used that nickname!" Scott cried in exasperation.
"Yeah but they didn't talk to me—"
"Are you two going to help or what?" Mike snapped.
BREEP! BREEP! BREEP!
All the nightguards jumped, but Vincent was the quickest to respond, leaping out of his skin but still managing to slam one finger down on the security tablet, rewinding the music box.
"Hee hee hee!"
This time, it was Fritz's turn to jump and back away from the hallway where Mike, Scott, and Jeremy were still trying to scare away Mangle.
Fritz shone his flashlight in the vent, only to find his suspicions were true.
Balloon Boy.
Scott checked the time, "C'mon guys it's 5:57 we can make it!"
"Jere, check the other vent!" Mike ordered once Mangle left.
"Bon Bon!" Jeremy screamed, backing away and jumping into one of the masks.
The clock chimed six.
They had made it.
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PG-Rated
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...
