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Chapter Fourteen ~ Scott, the Awkwardness Extraordinaire!

((A/N: MAJOR spoilers for The Twisted Ones so skip to the last bit if you don't want spoilers!))

CRAP!

Immediately, a hundred thoughts hammered themselves into Vincent's head. What was Scott here for? Would Scott mention that Vincent kissed him? What would Scott say about the ghosts? Could Scott even see the ghosts?

"V-Vin? Are y-you home?" Scott knocked again.

"Yeah..." Vincent started, "Why are you here?" he got up and pressed one hand to the doorknob.

"I-I uhh ... I j-just w-wanted to ... m-meet your children ... t-the ghosts I m-mean..."

Vincent felt his mind relax again, he swung the door open, "Good grief Scott, you're more stuttery than Jere!"

"Naw, just Jere tryna talk to Mike!"

"Huh?" Michael interjected, popping up behind Vincent, causing Scott to jump out of his skin, crashing into the hallway of the apartment complex.

"W-Who is that!?" Scott yelped as he hit the ground.

"It's me!" Michael protested jokingly, holding backs laughs when Scott clapped a hand over his mouth to catch a scream.

"Haha, it's just Michael! Scott, you remember Michael right?" Vincent laughed, extending a hand for Scott.

"U-Umm yes? F-From '83 right?" Scott stuttered, taking Vincent's hand and blushing slightly.

"Oh c'mon Scott! You can't not remember me from before '83!" Michael protested, suddenly changing his attitude.

"Oh! That's right! You helped around Fredbear's to help cover for people!" Scott exclaimed, suddenly recognizing the sweatered boy.

"Yeah, it was me, Captain 'Go-Deal-With-Teenagers-Because-You-Are-One'," Michael joked, grinning.

"HI MR. CAWTHON!"

Grace slipped through the doorway, clasping her hands together, "Remember me? I'm like little Faith!" she sing-songed ((A/N: 'Remember me? I'm like girl Dipper!'))

"You, happen to be, a little hard to forget! You're too similar to your mother," Scott smiled at the memory of the staff of Fredbear's back before everything went awry.

"So, Vin, umm ... about earlier-"

"Hey Scott, why don't you come in? We've got old pictures that you might want to see!" Vincent interrupted before the words could come out of Scott's mouth. The words that we would be seen dead with.

"O-Okay..." Scott immediately took the hint in Vincent's killer glare that if Scott brought it up he would find himself trapped inside the chest cavity of Red alongside Charlie's dead body ((A/N: The Twisted Ones was better than The Silver Eyes!))

"Remember this?" Vincent held up the Halloween picture, and Scott grinned from ear to ear (although not as demonically as Vincent).

"Oh god yes! I regret not wearing a costume because- why is the picture in black and white?"

"Oh you know Faith, she loved those old black-and-white pictures so she put some stupid lens on the camera. She hated pictures in colour," Vincent shrugged.

"Hey Vin, look at this picture!" Scott exclaimed, pulling the picture beneath it out, and the kids burst into laughter while Vincent felt his face burn red.

Vincent had the Spring Bonnie mask on, and he was off-balance with one arm out. On the other side of the frame, was Henry. His glasses had gone flying and the Fredbear mask had connected with his face. The timing was so perfect, you could actually see the gold fur connect with his cheek, the skin moved slightly. Henry's pained expression was priceless, almost as much as the aggravated one on Vincent, eyebrows knitted together in anger. In the background, you could see Michael laughing his butt off, along with the shocked expressions on Scott and Harmony. ((A/N: courtesy of Lauryn-senpai!))

"'William and Henry still screwing around!'" Grace read aloud, causing them to laugh harder. Except Vincent, who buried his face in his hands.

"Oh god, I remember spending all that time screwing around with Henry when we were supposed to be working," Vincent mumbled into his hands.

"Yeah! God I was so mad at you guys!" Scott picked up another picture, showing Scott on the phone, the receiver pressed to his shoulder while he shouted at William and Henry to shut up. Of course, William and Henry were laughing so hard they flushed red, but by now nobody could remember what they were laughing at.

"I don't remember this picture..." Ryan started, picking up the picture beneath it from the seemingly never-ending stack of photographs.

"What picture?" Vincent leaned over to see it, immediately regretting it.

It was definitely the oldest picture of the bunch. The lens wasn't tinted grayscale. It was in full colour, or, as much colour as pictures taken in the sixties could have.

The number on the picture said 1969 ((A/N: The year Jere-Bear was born!)), and Vincent immediately knew the picture, as did Scott. If Henry and Harmony were there, they would've recognized the picture too.

There were trees and forests, with huge, rocky mountains prominent in the background. There were white and pink streamers decorating the small clearing. It was a familiar clearing. It was grassy with some wood chips in certain areas. There were wooden, damaged picnic tables in a circle around a firepit. The place strongly resembled a group camping site for tents. The only things that seemed out of place in the serene scene happened to be a large, flowery arch, a long red carpet laid out on the grass, and several other tables added in by the renting group.

There weren't many people at the tables. Heck, there weren't many people that attended the event! At one of the tables sat Hannah - another one of the employees who took the nightshift before promptly quitting ((A/N: courtesy of Senpai Lauryn!)). Mike stood behind the table with his arm around Doll - his girlfriend at the time - ((A/N: ugh, anyone else HATE Doll???)). Henry and Harmony sat there too, Harmony sipping a glass of water while Henry told her about something incredible. Clay and Betty ((A/N: from The Silver Eyes)) were making faces at the camera in the background from behind the tree line. It was obvious that Scott took the picture, as he was the only one who wasn't in the frame. The only other people being the stars of the photo. William and Faith.

They were dressed in formal attire. Extremely formal attire. Faith wore a long, flowing white gown, decorated with sparkly rhinestones that shone in the sunshine. Her long, orange hair floated freely around her shoulders, spotted with daisies to match her white dress. Somehow (Lord only knew how) William wore a suit, which was more on the purple-tinted side than the black side, matching purplish streaks in his hair. He had his arms around Faith whose hair and dress floated gently behind her as she leaned back with her arms around him, spinning. Their eyes were closed and they smiled brightly, the picture snapped perfectly mid-dance.

The caption said it all.

"'Our wedding! <3'" Scott read out, grinning.

"Oh of course after kissing Scott like an idiot that picture is going to come up to accentuate the awkwardness!"

((A/N: Woo! The books are actually doing great in my fanfictions! Thanks a ton to @CocoaLauryn for the inspiration! ARGH now I need to draw that wedding scene! Check back often because I might update and make that a picture that comes up on the top there^^ so revisit to see when I actually finish the picture! I might also draw the scene of William flinging a mask at Henry!))