Gruesome Nights (PGxPG)

Chapter 1

Author's Note!!
First fanfiction I've written! I based this loosely off of some rps I've done. This is an AU, Rebornica's, actually! I do understand that "Vincent" is William Afton, but, I prefer this version much better!

[ Third Person P.O.V. ]

Vincent Bishop dragged the damp rag across Bonnie's shoulder. Once again, he was instructed to clean the filthy suits by his boss: Scott. Although, they never really were clean. There was a secret hidden deep down inside of each one of them. A secret dirtier than the greasy faux fur on the robots.

Vincent had a thing for Scott. More of a sexual thing, per se. As if it wasn't already obvious. The purple man had been working with the other for a few years now. The feeling was always present and he tried to act on it often. Too bad the other didn't care for him in the same way. Although, one could always learn.

The rancid stench emitted from the animatronics didn't bug Vincent too much. He was nose blind to it. He was the cause for the smell, it would be a shame if he wasn't used to it yet. Other than the lucid flashbacks and visions he got throughout the day, could the smell be a part of his hefty consequence for what he had done?

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He rubbed his temples, dropping the box full of cleaning supplies off the stage before hopping off of it himself. He had cleaned the outsides of the suits enough for today. As for the stench, that's what air freshener really was for.

Vincent threw the box into an overcrowded, small, supply closet. He glanced back behind him at the ominous silhouettes on the stage and sucked in a breath of air. He gently knocked on Scott's door, letting himself in.

Scott was buried in paperwork; his usual tidy desk, littered with paperwork and letters from cooperate. All most likely about the missing children. He barely looked up at the man in the doorway.

Vincent lit a cigarette and grinned down at Scott. "Scotty,~ I did what you told me to and finally cleaned those suits," He sang, falling into a worn chair across from the Phone Guy.

"That's nice," Scott mumbled, not paying mind to the other. He signed the bottom of a piece of paper. "Just don't make a mess."

"Mm," He took a long drag off of the smoke. Vincent pushed the papers off of the desk. A white mug full of black coffee fell to the floor. The coffee in it must be cold, considering how long its been sitting on the desk.

Scott jolted up at the noise of the clutter on his desk falling to the floor. He furrowed his brow, "Vincent--, what the fuck is wrong with you?!" He huffed,  getting up out of his seat. "Can't you see that I'm busy? Cooperates been up my ass about those kids--!" He picked up the papers that weren't covered in coffee and sighed in frustration.

"What the hell was that for, anyways?!"

"I told you, I cleaned the suits," Vincent chuckled softly, flicking the ashes of his cigarette into the mess of papers and spilt coffee on the floor. "You weren't paying attention, Scotty," His voice full of fake pity.

"Oh! Oh my god!  If I would of known that, I would of dropped what I was doing immediately just to congratulate you!" Scott's voice in return, was full of sarcasm. He rolled his eyes.

"You would of knew if you were listening to me.~ And... you wouldn't have this mess.~" Vincent snickered a bit to himself. Despite being at least 24, Vincent acted like a 4 year old. He was often told to act his age by Scott. But, of course he never listened.

"Did I even let you in?" Scott questioned, motioning towards the door that was cracked open. Scott had a thingwith boundaries; he liked his personal space. No,-- He cherished it. With Vincent around, it was impossible to get a moment alone. The male was always just a few feet behind him. His office was his escape.

A place where he could finally be alone.

"Your door was open. I thought I heard you calling me. I remember hearing you go, 'Oh, Vincent! Why don't you come over here and just, -ah- take me now!'" He said in a higher tone. Vincent guffawed. Pulling the cigarette back to his lips. "It sounds just like you!"

"God, you're so immature," Scott groaned, bending down to pick up his coffee cup. There was a crack that ran from the rim down to the handle. Hopefully, it wouldn't break. It was Scott's favorite mug. "I don't want to have sex with you, Vincent. For the last time." He ran his thumb down the crack. It felt like he had to remind Vincent that every day.

"Not yet," The male noted, winking. He got a groan in response. "Anyways..." Vincent pressed the lit nub of a cigarette on to his wrist to snuff it out and flicked it into the trash can. Miss. "I'm not taking the shift tonight. You see, Scotty, I'm way too tired.~ I just spent, what, an hour? Cleaning those fucking animatronics head to toe! I can't do another 6 hours."

"What? No. No, no, no. Vincent-! Do you have any idea how long I've stayed up for? I can't take your shift!" Scott protested out of even more frustration. He already covered Vincent once this week and it was only Wednesday.

"You wouldn't be so tired if you came home and slept with me," Another wink came from Vincent. "Call Mike," He shrugged, "Or Jeremy. I'm sure they'll take it. Just pay them extra."

Scott sighed. He held up his hands to protest, but, was there really any use of arguing with Vincent? He always got what he wanted. "... Fine. This is the last time, though. You need to start working. I won't be afraid to dock your pay--!"

"Dock my pay? No, you wouldn't do that. You love me too much,~" Scott rolled his eyes at Vincent's comment. "Say... Why don't you take me up on my offer? You can crash right on my couch! It's extra comfy, Scotty," He joked.

Phone Guy looked up from all of his papers. He caught a glimpse of himself in the monitor of his bulky computer. The lack of sleep must of been taking a toll on his looks. "Yeah, sure," He agreed. But, all Scott really wanted was sleep. He didn't care how he got it at this point.