"Hello? Hello Hello?" ("Purple Guy x Phone Guy")

[4] Coming back

It was rather bright outside, the sun had finally bloomed and flourished. And as it did that, a car started making its way to the Pizzeria, at exactly 7:40am. Rather silent, which was normal, besides the car. Driving into his natural spot in the parking lot, soon comes out a male. A male in style. Wearing a black suit, a dark skin male ,who seemed to have been raised in such high-class family, started heading to the front doors.

He realised, they were already unlocked.

"Mr Anderson must be here! That's perfect!"

The male started heading inside, using his only hand that didn't hold a stack of paper. Busy life for the man. The papers were just... Important things, such like taxes... Taxes... Taxes... Bills... And taxes. Other stuff of course, but that was the main stuff. It was usually just that. Upon entering in, his eyes land on the usual. The Animatronics. Ah, the first thing you wanna see. And always see. He started making his way over to the animatronics. Bonnie the Bunny, Freddy Fazbear... And Chica. All on the stage.

"Another day employees!" the boss laughed and soon started walking the direction of his office.

If the floors never got cleaned, which is half true, you would see visible footprints from the boss of where he walked. It was like his movement was choreography, each step was perfect in place. It could leave marks. The male never checked Foxy, if anything... He didn't really want it. Foxy's Popularity had sunk deep, more than his private ship. If anything, the boss believed Foxy was actually bringing down the company's reputation one percent at a time. That wasn't good in the male's eyes. Unlocking his office door with ease, he headed in and headed directly to his desk, where he happily sat and just rested for a few seconds. He groaned in comfort and sat up straightly. Piles of paper had been stacked on each side of his desk, while his pens and pencil had been straightened properly. Gotta be organised.

The male had soon gotten up when he had prepared everything for today, hope today will be a better day.

"7:40, perfect- oh 7:41" The boss mumbled.

Stretching out, groaning in discomfort. The male scratched his back before heading out of the office.

Driving was a scary thing, not that the person driving was scared of it... But the fact that they were driving fast.. And that's scary. Vincent always drives fast. He was humming softly to music, before headbanging. The man was into rock 'n' roll, what a classic. It took a few minutes of him driving quickly to finally reach his destination, driving over the pathway and into the car park. First did a donut, and then parked... Sideways. This man doesn't deserve a car. The male left his car before locking it.

"Phone guy phone guy phone guy" The male mumbled as he started heading to the front door.

He was nearly skipping, he was just walking... Happily. That new male had really changed the guy. Vincent had walked up to the door, reaching for the door, when the door had suddenly been pulled back.

"Mr Vincent.... Weird seeing you here early. You're never here early... Rather late" The boss mumbled.

"Is Phone guy here??" Vincent immediately asked, not caring about the last question.

"Why I think so. I'm surprised you still know-"

"K thanks, see you later" Vincent said immediately, like he didn't want to be here, and started walking inside.

This entrance hall really was something... Drawings on the sides, boxes too. TVs too- why were there so many TVs. He walked down the hall, and soon stopped in his path. Chica was back on the stage, and fixed. Of anything, she looked... More clean. She was shiny, and sparkly.