FNaF Security Guards One-Shots!

:: Vincent X Female!Reader - Night 1 ::

   I climbed out of my car and locked the door, twirling my car keys around my finger. As I approached a large building with the name "Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria", I couldn't help but feel a little more anxious than I had before. I've worked the night shift at this location for over a year so knowing the ins and outs of things is useful, especially in certain scary scenarios. Let's just hope tonight isn't any different.

I inserted the building key into the lock and twisted it to the right. Upon hearing the click, I turned the key back to its inserted position and pulled it out, pulling on the door. Stepping inside, I noticed the building was colder than usual, a physical shiver running down my spine. I didn't move for a moment, treating it how you would when you first climb into cold water. Small steps at a time until you gather the courage to completely submerge yourself.

Once I was happy with the air, I began walking towards the back office, aimlessly waving to the animatronics on the stage. "Hey guys," I said to them. I didn't expect a response, especially since they were robots and, last time I checked, I was human. Walking down the hallway, I passed by the 'Parts and Service' room, which made me shiver, yet I treated them the same, waving to the door.

Turning the corner, I realized I could hear a male voice speaking at the end of the hall and I paused, trying to recognize who it was. As I tried to listen, the hallway flashlight suddenly came on, blinding me. I covered my eyes, the light immediately going off. "Sorry (Y/N)," I heard. I uncovered my eyes and blinked a few times, regaining my sight. "All good. I'm just curious as to why you are here this late, Scott."

I began moving down the hallway again, recognizing the voice of my manager, Scott. He didn't respond, meaning two things: He couldn't hear me OR he was trying to come up with a good response. I rolled my eyes, finally stepping into the office. Behind the desk was Scott, who was standing, one hand on the desk, the other on the back of the office chair. In the chair was someone I didn't recognize.

Scott seemed to have noticed my confusion and he cleared his throat, drawing my attention to him once again. "(Y/N), this is Vincent. He's a new hire for the night shift." He gestured to the individual in the seat, who gave an awkward smile to me. I smiled back, waving to him slightly. "Howdy. Welcome to whatever you call this show," I said to him, giving a small thumbs up.

Vincent chuckled, returning the thumbs up. "Glad to be here." Scott cleared his throat again. "Well, you know the ins and outs, right," he asked, looking at Vincent, who looked back to him with a nod. "Oh yeah. And anything I forget, I have (Y/N) for."

"Not so fast, buddy. Just think of me as eyes in the sky. I am here to sit to the side and make sure you get yourself injured."

"What?" He looked at me, a fake pouty face. I glanced at Scott, who was holding back a chuckle. I sighed. "Alright, alright, fine. I'll help you out." Vincent threw his fist into the air and pulled it down, a celebratory motion as he let out a small 'yes!' I turned to Scott.

"Alright, get out of here. Let me do my thing and I'll call you first thing after our shift." Scott nodded, turning on his heel and walking towards the hallway. "I'll see you on the flipside! Have a good night!" Then, he was gone. I turned to Vincent, a smile forming. "You ready for night 1?" He looked at me, with a smirk. "Oh yeah, let's do it!"

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   The night was boring. No movement, no noise, nothing. The only thing I had Vincent do was keep the music box wound. I groaned, checking my watch, which read '4:38'. I looked over at Vincent, who looked like he was about to fall asleep. I sighed. "Of course, the one night I think it's gonna be crazy and here we are... bored." Vincent sat up, stretching his arms above his head. "Crazy? What do you mean? Scott mentioned you just sit here and ensure no robbers come in."

"He missed a few things. Long story short: kids died, they were stuffed in suits, they possessed the robots, boom. While yes, we are here to make sure no one gets in mainly, the biggest thing is keeping the animatronics at bay." I looked at the music box and took it from him, winding it. "Surprise."

I looked back at Vincent, making sure he wasn't asleep. He was not. He looked horrified. "WHAT," he shouted, standing up from the office chair. I chuckled. "There is a lot more to Fazbear's than people realize, which just adds to the adrenaline factor, which is why I've stayed for so long."

"But why would you stay if you know you have a very high chance of dying?"

"Because I'm good at what I do and I know I could very easily leave if I wanted to. Scott and all the dayshift people know about the incidents, they just... choose to ignore them. They know that if customers and kids learn about the secrets, we are at risk of losing money or losing loyal customers."

"Or, you know, getting shut down?"

I laughed. "Maybe. I doubt that would happen." I looked to the hallway, turning on the flashlight. Nothing. I turned it back off. I then handed Vincent back the box. "I'm gonna run to the restroom. Just hang tight here." He nodded.

I get up from the metal chair I was sitting on and I walk down the hallway, popping my neck and fingers. I made sure to listen for anything, yet nothing. I moved to the women's bathroom, did my business, washed my hands, then dried them with a paper towel. As I left the bathroom, I double-checked to my left and my right, just to make sure I didn't get jumped by any stray animatronics. Once I knew it was clear, I quickly headed back to the office, feeling better. Working with another person was weird, but also refreshing. This gave me more freedom to relax and do tasks that I couldn't get done if I were by myself on a busy night.

Stepping into the office, Vincent looked up from the tablet lazily, yawning. "What time is it," he asked. I looked at my watch. "5:20," I read aloud, sitting back in the metal chair I was in before. I looked over at the music box, making sure it was wound, then to Vincent. "Sometimes, if it ever got boring like this," I started, sitting awkwardly in the chair. "I would go stand outside and enjoy the warm wind. It was nice and quiet." He chuckled, turning to face me.

"Really? When was the last time you did that," he asked. I pondered for a moment, looking at the floor. "It's been a few weeks. I've just not had the time to do it again since I've been fighting for my life." Vincent raised an eyebrow. "You really should consider switching to dayshift. Scott mentioned they have openings." I shrugged, fixing my position and facing the hallway. "Nah. I enjoy the night shift. Plus, it would take me a while to fix my sleep schedule. You can't just get home from a 6-hour night shift, sleep for 3 hours, and then wake up and go, 'Oh yeah, let's do dayshift from now on!' That would be a nightmare."

"I thought about taking the dayshift," he confessed, also turning to face the hallway. I raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? How come you didn't?" Vincent was silent, causing my head to look at him. "I just... was led to the night shift. Maybe it was the idea of working alone and getting to relax in the quiet." I nodded, returning my gaze to the hallway. "Yeah, I get that," I responded.

We were both silent for the rest of the shift, thinking our thoughts and occupying ourselves with random things to do to pass the time. Soon, a small bell chime rang, signaling it was 6 AM. I stood up from my chair, stretching. "Welp, that's it. Make sure you've got all your belongings and then head home. You won't have to worry about punching in or out," I told him, popping my neck and moving from around the desk, the lights in the building coming on. Vincent stood up from his chair, yawning. "Alright. Do you need a ride home," he asked me, which caught me off-guard.

"Huh," I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, I asked if you needed a ride home."

"No, I'm good, I have my car. Thanks for asking though." I smiled at him, to which he returned. I then waved to him, leaving the office. "Just a heads up, you are going to sleep like a baby when you get home. Be safe!" Vincent returned the wave, watching me for a moment before sighing, grabbing his backpack, and leaving the office. Once we got out to our cars, I gave him one final wave before pulling off and heading home. I liked working with him when it was quiet, it was nice to have someone to talk to that wasn't a pre-recorded message of my boss' voice. Maybe I could talk to Scott and see if he wants to work with me again.