Purplephone Oneshots! (Scottcent)

Blind (Blind au!)

(A/N I might continue this.. Probably will.)

      "Will all staff please come to the staff room?" The speaker boomed with Henry's voice, the owner of Fazbear's entertainment. "I repeat - Will all staff please come to the staff room?"

     Scott sighed. The meeting was probably about schedules... again. Last time they had a meeting like that he was moved to night shift. Recently he's been able to shift to day shift again, but it still put him on edge. 

     With his other co-workers, Mike, Jeremy, Fritz, etc, he stepped into the staff room. Taking a seat down at a metal chair, he shifted. The table wasn't even a meeting table. It was one of those white plastic folding tables. Then again, the company wasn't very good with money, either. So it didn't surprise him one bit. He's been working here for years. 

    "Alright, now," Henry was sitting in a swivel chair, smiling calmly. Taking the cigar out of his mouth, he flicked some ash onto the floor. It was the 1990's after all. "We're getting a new employee."

     Mike opened his mouth to talk, but Henry cut him off. "Now, before we have any remarks made, Mike," His eyes darted to Michael, who (not-so(respectively closed his mouth. "The reason I'm having you all here for an announcement like this is due to the fact that our new employee will be blind."
     Scott's eyebrows raised. He wasn't expecting this. Maybe it was worth coming? "Blind, or just needs glasses?"
     "Blind as in can't see at all," Henry responded.
     Scott sat back and smiled. He was quite social, albeit he got a bit grumpy when others got in the way of his work, but he was generally polite.

    
--Time Skip--

     Vincent let out a gentle sigh. He really didn't want to work but... Money for being blind only got him so far. He could afford a house and food, that's about all any foundations really supplied for him. So, with help from Chris, one of his friends, he got a hookup at Freddy Fazbears. The place was interesting to say the least.
     Stepping foot into the place immediately broke chaos. With kids screaming and robots booming off tune music, and- oh... God. The smell. The air was thick with the scent of pizza and something he couldn't quite name. He was, though, immediately bombarded with something else, other than the wretched scent.
     "Hello, hello!" Scott chirped at the man with his catchphrase, happy to have another person to talk to. "I'm Scott. You're Vincent, right?" The man, Scott noted, really liked purple. His hair, skin, clothes... Everything about him was purple. The only thing that wasn't was the man's cane, which was how Scott was able to spot him so easily.
     Looking in Scott's direction, he smiled. A cute voice, and a male one, too. "I am. Nice to meet you," he held out his hand for a handshake. The palm that did shake his hand was bandaged, probably from technical mishaps, Vincent guessed. This place couldn't be the safest in the world.
     "I was looking forward to having another sane person work here. Ever since Mike I've lost all hope in another person to talk to. Come on, I'll show you around," Scott paused. "Would you like me to hold your arm?"
     "Oh! Yeah. Until I get used to the place. Thank you for asking..." Vincent put the band to his cane around his wrist, holding his arm out, letting Scott lock theirs' together. He was looking forward to this, and... Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.