Purplephone Oneshots! (Scottcent)

(A Good)Day Shift

Vincent rest his head down on the counter, eyes closed. His grin remained, though. He hated day shift. It was loud. The kids were loud. ... He hated kids. Want a list of everything he hates? No? Too bad.
He hates the employees, they never do their job and the place is a mess. He hates the robots. They reek of blood and mucus. Which was his fault, he'd admit to himself. He hates the songs the robots sing. Every day it's the same off tune songs that children probably didn't even listen to. Speaking of children? God were they obnoxious. Always trying to climb onto stage or break the rules, or even steal from the prize corner. Their grubby hands and screeching made Vincent want to grab them by the neck and make sure they'll never scream again.
But... Not everything about this shift was bad.
"VINCENT!"
Vincent smiled and sat up, looking behind him. "Yes, Love?" He called over the sea of screaming children.
"COME HERE."
"Ah. Dominant, I like it." Peeking at the counter, he saw he had customers. He was running the cash register today. Better than kitchen duty. "I'll be there in a moment!"
Turning towards the customers, he sighed. Two more children to deal with. Looking at them, one girl was bouncing happily, looking around the place with a skip in her step and excitement in her eyes. The other was just looking at the other, then the ground, occasionally nodding in agreement to what her presumed sister was saying. Or were they just friends? Vincent didn't care.
Then came their guardian. A short black haired woman, wearing a long sleeved shirt with her hair in a bun. He didn't care much for her.
"Hello, Welcome to Freddy Fazbears Pizza. How may I help you?"
The woman spoke up. "Hi, I'm here with these two, and I was wondering if-" she was cut off by the one girl yanking at her sleeve and pointing to the robots.
"Ann! Shh. Hold on." She turned to Vincent. "Children, am I right..?" She gave a weak chuckle.
"Oh, I know. Haha, inside and out."
That wasn't a lie.

~Time Skip~

"You rang?" Vincent poked his head into the office.
"What did you do?!" A phone headed man spat harshly. Was it a mask or his head? Vincent didn't care. It was cute either way. Scott held out the tablet, which was completely broken. The screen was black and the glass? Cracked.
"Why do you think I did it?" Vincent made his way over, taking the tablet, purposefully touching Scott's hand in the process.
Which got him slapped in the back of the head.
"You always do stuff like this, you dunce." Scott glared at Vincent. Scott wasn't too fond of our purple friend, to say the least.
Being honest, yeah. Vincent did break the tablet. Throwing the tablet at the wall in a fit of fear was what got him kicked to day shift after all. "I don't know how I could fix this. You are the tech expert after all..~" Vincent grinned and moved his hand to Scott's cheek. Well, edge of his phone.
Scott stared. He didn't give Vincent a reaction. That's what Vincent wanted. "I..I am not. That's Fritz."
"Oh? Well. I just assumed you would know something because..." He shifted up onto Scott's lap slightly, his knee on the edge of the swivel chair. "With a phone like yours..."
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Scott barked back at Vincent. Though, he couldn't say he was objecting what Vincent was doing in any way.
He hated Vincent. Hell, he did. But he had to admit Vincent was handsome. Or was he ugly? It was a blurred line that he couldn't place but knew was there. His sharp jaw and scruffy beard, that deep voice. Yeah, Vincent was handsome, but he was also stupid. Like Gaston. Exactly like Gaston.
"Hmm.. You didn't let me finish," Vincent chuckled, leg now shifted onto Scott's. With a grin and a swift move, his other leg was on the opposite side of the chair, so he was on his knees on top of Scott.
"Vincent if you pull anything I swear I'll-"
And then Vincent did the... Unexpected. He fell down onto Scott. Cuddling. Vincent was cuddling him. Herbert the pervert was-
"What are you doing?" Scott asked, shifting to sit up a bit to hold Vincent's weight.
"The night shift really takes a lot of me," he yawned.
Scott stared down at him blankly. "So you did break the tablet."
"Eh."
Vincent sat up a bit, holding the tablet to his chest. "I don't think it'll be missed. Maybe we won't have to do those shifts without it?" He said, hope peeking in his voice.
Scott didn't know why he wasn't hitting Vincent. Or shoving him or kneeing him in the crotch. He was letting him do this, allowing him to. And Scott liked it. He liked the attention. He'd never admit it though. Ever.
"I-I doubt it. Knowing boss..h-.. He'd-" oh god. Was Scott blushing? Why yes he was. And by the looks of it, so was Vincent. For what reason? Well.
Vincent was slowly leaning into Scott. His mouth curved into a cat like smile.
"Stop me if it-" and then Scott leaned in. Scott began the kiss, but was it a kiss?
It was more of Vincent's face smooshed against Scott's phone, Vince making out with it. Vincent didn't care. Of course not. All he did was lean in and deepen it.
Vincent felt as though his face was burning. Every cell in his body longing to be closer to Scott, every worry he ever had lifting off his chest.

"Hey, Scott, Have you seen Jere.." Mike stepped in, causing Scott to snap up. Due to his quick action, he almost busted Vincent's lip.
Vincent sat up, smiling, only to be slapped by Scott. He was shoved off of Scott's lap.
"H-hE GOT ON ME!! He started KISSING ME-" Scott began to yell, standing up. Without any explanation to Mike he panicked.
And left.
Vincent on the other hand lied on the floor, grinning. He planned on doing that again for sure.
"...Have you seen Jeremy?" Mike asked bluntly, barely affected by Scott or Vincent kissing. Like he expected it to happen.
"Staff room," Was all Vincent muttered.
And with that, Mike left, leaving Vincent to his own thoughts.
Then, he burst into a fit of giggles.