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

[11] One Mess to Another

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It was a rough night.

Banging... Screeching... Kicking.

It was loud.

Vincent had still held the male, Phone guy, close, rather close. Kind of clung to him. It had been around an hour now, and the ground was just a puddle of blood. Vincent was rather immune to the screeching. The male soon faced Phone guy, who was just... Laying there.

"How you hanging Phone guy?" Vincent asked.

"... Mm..." Phone guy faintly said.

Phone guy had just laid there, on Vincent, who was just holding him close and... Protecting him.

"... You know... You... Can let me go..."

"... Don't be stupid Mr Ring Ring" Vincent mumbled.

Shifting, Vincent pulled out a chef's knife from his pockets, and just pointed at the door... Ready to attack if needed.

"W-Wha- Why do you have a knife???" Phone guy stuttered, nervous and confused.

"... Protection"

"Oh... Oh...."

Vincent kept on watching the door, seeing it start to crack and such. Slowly though.

"... Looks like Foxy will be eating you up" Vincent chuckled quietly.

...

Vincent glanced down at Phone guy,

"Phone guy?... I'm Sorry if that was mean"

...

"... Mr Ring Ring?" Vincent places the knife down and checked up on Phone guy.

Silence.

Again.

Vincent held the male up, before letting him go. Phone guy had fell right back, with ease.

"Phone guy" Vincent spoke, concerned.

He soon noticed the huge blood pool that surrounded both of them.

"Oh god... Oh god no. Fuck no"

Vincent held the male closer than ever and just laid his head in the crook of the male's neck. Just holding him close.

"... Please be alive you phone head..." He mumbled... Worried sick.

Hours had passed, the animatronics nearly close to getting the males. Until the time had came. 6:00am. When that had came, Vincent heard it, the bells, in disbelief. Before passing out himself.

...

It was silent.

Passing out.

Wonder what it's like passing out.

Apparently you can still hear people when you pass out... And go unconscious.

...

Wonder if that's true.

Well... It was becoming true.

Vincent could hear talking, but couldn't tell who were making the voices. He questioned himself who they were, and if he had died. Probably deserved it if he had died. When opening his eyes and coming back to consciousness. The first thing he saw was the roof. He was in the employee's room. Is this what hell looks like? Well, it was at work... So maybe... Phone guy-

"... Phone guy?..." Vincent groaned quietly , as he sat up.

Vincent sat on the couch, and saw Phone guy with the others. He was at the table, sitting at it. He looked like he was in pain. What time was it?