A/N: Guess what, this isn't a part of the canon plotline so you better SHUT IT @-laughconstantly about the timeline!
Vincent woke up in cold sweat, remembering the previous Friday, where all heck had broken loose.
Turning to look at the time, Vincent sighed in relief. The clock read 10:01 PM. It was still early; Or, as early as a nightguard's time schedule can get.
Vincent worked quickly to get changed and ready for work. Realizing he still had enough time, Vincent sat down on the purple couch, leaning up against the wall of his apartment. Exhaling heavily out of boredom, something caught his eye. Sitting on the coffee table in front of him was a small box. Smiling sadly, Vincent picked it up, turning to look at the padlock.
For a second, he was stopped. What was the code again?
Vincent turned to look at the time: 11:00 PM. He still had plenty of time, but he decided to leave early, even though Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was literally across the road.
Vincent was an hour early, Scott was an hour and a half early.
"Scott!?" Vincent exclaimed when he stepped into the office.
"Yes?" Scott asked, looking up from a pile of papers.
"Why are you here so early?" Vincent asked, approaching the desk and grabbing one of the neatly lined up flashlights, attempting to click it on but to no avail.
"A better question is what are you carrying? A dead flashlight and a padlocked box?" Scott asked, moving his gloved hands in a confused gesture.
"Well I didn't know the flashlight was dead! Also, I forgot to drop the box off at my apartment when I left!" Vincent replied sourly, putting down the box and proceeding to fumble with the flashlight's batteries.
"You must've been in a hurry. You forgot to tie up your hair!" Scott snickered. Vincent groaned, putting the flashlight down and retrieving the purple elastic he always kept around his wrist (if it wasn't in his hair) and tying his hair back into it's signature low ponytail.
"Say Vin, I gotta ask: Is your hair naturally purple or is it dyed?" Scott asked, handing Vincent a pair of double-A batteries.
"Surprisingly enough, it's actually a natural thing. I don't know, it was brown when I was younger but then it turned purple when I was around Michael's age..." Vincent trailed off, taking the batteries from Scott and sliding them into the flashlight.
"Interesting. Also, did Mike tell you about how they got rid of the Fredbear animatronics?" Scott asked, glancing at the clock: 11:30.
"No, he mentioned it though. Say, didn't they got sold to Henry?" Vincent asked, testing the flashlight. On, off, on, off, on, off. Perfect.
"Yeah pretty much. They got needed to sell them because of... '83... Wait didn't Henry take over your old company?"
"Naw, I offered it to him but he wouldn't take it. I'm still technically the boss but Henry runs the place with Sammy. I go down there occasionally but y'know, too many sad memories—"
"HEY GUESS WHAT, AFTON'S BACK IN OUR REALITY!"
"M-Mikey! L-L-Leave him a-alone!"
Jeremy and Mike's voices echoed from the front hallway. Vincent rolled his eyes as the two nightguards stepped into the office.
"It's Wednesday, Afton! You know what that means!" Mike said, teasingly.
"RAWR!"
Mike leapt up into the air, screaming. He crashed into Jeremy, who stumbled into Vincent, causing a chain reaction like that of human dominoes, as Vincent tumbled into Scott, who fell onto the desk, almost knocking the purple, padlocked box off.
"Hahaha! The look on your faces!"
"FRITZ SMITH WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING IN THE VENTS?" Mike roared, swatting the Chica mask off of Fritz's face.
"Trying to scare the crap outta you! I guess it worked!" Fritz said, stepping out of the vents and laughed hysterically, readjusting his glasses
"Well, you're awful social today. What's with the change of persona?" Scott asked the red-haired teenager, checking the clock once again: 11:55.
"I thought that Vincent would be the last one in, so I thought I'd scare him back into reality!" Fritz said a little too cheerily.
"Remind me again why you took this crap job Daddy? You could just come home with us!"
Vincent jumped, and jumped a second time when he saw Scott whirl around in panic.
Scott heard her too.
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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...
