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     It was then that you got a good look at him. 

     "The name's William Afton." He said, "But I'd prefer to use my middle name of Vincent."

     His dark brown hair was almost messy on top of his head; it wasn't that noticeable, but you pick up on smaller details when you're hardly a foot away from them. 

     He had pale, smooth skin, and the bags under his eyes proved that he must have been at least a little sleep-deprived. 

     He had light silver - almost blue - eyes which were staring intently into yours as you admired his appearance. A slight whisp of a goatee showed on his chin. 

     You nodded silently in response to his statement. Soon, though, the moment of awe was shattered. 

     "I have to pee!" Complained Jack from a foot or so away.

     The two of you broke eye contact to look at him. His knees were pushed together in an exaggerated need to use the restroom. You sighed and rolled your eyes. 

     "Don't you know where it is?" You asked him. "You come here more often than I do." 

     The little boy nodded and dashed off before you could even give him permission. Brat. You thought. 

     Vincent spoke up. 

     "Care to tell me what happened while I loan you an extra shirt?" He asked. You looked at the man in confusion. 

     "Extra shirt?" He nodded at you. 

     "Yours clearly can't be worn anymore until after a proper wash, and I have a couple of uniforms in my office."

     You were about to politely deny the offer, as you didn't want things to spiral further than they had already, but something stopped you. You liked talking to Vincent; well, you guessed you just found him refreshing compared to Jack. Nervously, you gave a reply.

     "Oh, uhh, sure... if you don't mind." Vincent smirked. 

     "Of course," he told you. "Come on." 

     The two of you began walking, and at first, there was awkward silence. Well, not silence. As mentioned before, the restaurant was quite deafening. Soon enough, though, Afton spoke up.

     "So, what did happen to get your shirt all..." He looked down at you. "Like that?"

     You glanced down before letting out a breath. 

     "Well... I was going to try and get my little brother - his name's Jack - out from behind the claw machine," You started. "But then this kid with an ice cream cone barreled into me and knocked me over." 

     "Goodness." 

     "Yeah, and he barely even said sorry, like it was my fault or something!" You fumed as you recapped. "Sometimes those br- those kids really piss me off..." 

     "I'd be lying if I said I didn't agree. They can be-" He halted. "-infuriating." The two of you were now standing at a little office door. There was a nameplate stuck on that read "AFTON". 

     Vincent opened the door and allowed you to walk in first; you did. Upon entry, you came to a realization about him. 

     "Wait a minute- Vincent?" You asked. 

     He stepped in and closed the door behind him before asking: "Hm?". 

     "You have your own private office? Are you more important than I thought?" He looked down at you and chuckled, but gave no explanation. 

     "What?" You asked. And with a confident stride into his room, he replied: 

     "I co-own Freddy's." 

     "Oh, seriously?" You asked. He nodded like it was no big deal. Technically, it wasn't, but it was still cool. You wondered how much he made off of the kid's restaurant.

     "Anyway," Vincent spoke. "The bathroom is right over there- I'll get you a new shirt." You glanced at the door he was referring to before smiling at him. He gave a slight grin back, then turned and walked across the room. 

     He began rummaging in a supply closet as you stood there by his desk near a window. You took the time to survey the small room as he did so. It was nothing much, really; a normal office. There was a small trash bin in the corner and a bulletin board on the wall. Otherwise, it was pretty normal. Pretty empty. 

     Vincent stepped out of the supply closet before closing the door quietly behind him. In his hands was a purple button-up much like his own, which he held out as if it were a prize. 

     "Here," He said. 

     "Is this... a company uniform?" You asked him as you took it, admiring it as it hung in your grip. The tall man nodded. "Is it legal for me to borrow this?" Vincent shrugged. 

     "Not a concern of mine. Would anybody care, really?" He smirked. You shook your head before looking down. 

     "Well, thanks," You made your way to the bathroom door, which was ajar, before looking back up at him. "Be right out." 

     You walked out with your hands resting casually on your hips. 

     "How do I look?" You chuckled.

     Vincent eyed you for a second and almost unnoticably bit his lip before replying: 

     "Good. I can almost see you working here." You let out a small laugh. 

     "I'm not so sure about that... I'm not very good with kids." The man in front of you leaned forward and rolled his eyes. 

     "Me neither." He whispered. 

     The two of you made eye contact, and just for a split second, the intensity felt like it might engulf you. But the moment ended as soon as it began. You scratched your neck and looked down awkwardly. 

     "Jack should be done by now," You muttered. 

     Vincent straightened his posture and adjusted his tie. 

     "Then we should get back out there, shouldn't we?" 

     You nodded. He smiled.