PG-Rated

Chapter Three ~ All Eyes on Afton

A/N: Okay guys, this is where the timeline get's really screwed up so I'm going to repeat myself again THIS DOES NOT FOLLOW THE CANON PLOTLINE!!!

A/N again: Also, I'm going with the theory that Ice Cream Girl's name is Grace and the Crying Child's name is Ryan (which I think is canon? I don't know that's what everyone calls them) just to make it easier.

"Well, Friday sure was stressful!" Scott said as he walked into the office on the next Monday.

"Yeah, oh and did you hear? They finally got rid of the old Fredbear animatronics!" Mike said, looking down at his watch, 11:45.

"Really? That's—" suddenly, a mask was pulled over Scott's head, causing him to stumble backwards towards the shadows.

"Vincent, take the mask off Scott," Mike ordered, glaring at the shadows.

"Aww c'mon! Why can't I have any fun?" Vincent sighed, stepping out of the shadows.

"Because it's twelve AM and even though it's Monday we still need all hands on deck," Mike replied coldly, staring down at the security camera tablet.

"So far everybody's on the show stage but that's going to change," Mike sighed.

"Father? Is that you?"

Vincent jumped out of his skin and whirled around, sure he had heard a voice that he hadn't heard in years.

Nothing.

All eyes in the office turned to Vincent, who shone his flashlight in the vents to no avail before shrugging carelessly.

"Sorry, I thought I heard something in the vents!" Vincent lied halfheartedly. Scott shook his head.

"Dear god Vincent, you're almost as bad as Jeremy!"

"TAKE THAT BACK PHONE-HEAD!" Mike sat up abruptly, causing the swivel chair to shoot backwards as Mike glared at Scott with sapphire daggers.

"M-M-Mike, i-it's a-alright. L-L-Leave Scott alone..." Jeremy stuttered, grabbing onto Mike's left arm nervously. Mike softened.

"Fine, you win this round Cawthon but only because Jere-Bear is here," Mike snarled through clenched teeth. Vincent chuckled, checking the music box.

"I did as you asked. I freed her."

This time, the voice was whispering in Vincent's ear.

"But that came at a cost."

Now Vincent knew exactly who it was.

"Ryan won't stop crying. Are you going to come home?"

"We've been through this before. I will come home. I promise."

"You promised that you'd keep me safe."

"And I couldn't, I'm sorry."

"AFTON! WHO THE HECK ARE YOU TALKING TO?"

All eyes in the office were on Vincent, who learned something the hard way.

He was the only one who could hear him.