The man's hands trembled as he dropped the gun. "I-I didn't mean to.. It was a line of defense..." the man stuttered. Vincent laid limp in my arms, his dead weight almost crushing me. "P-please don't tell anyone, Vincent is safe with me.. " I hesitated, staring at his phone head. Even though I could only see thin eyebrows, I could tell he had a grim expression. "Alright.." I sighed, giving Vincent's body to the man. "What is your name?" The man paused before speaking, "Scott Cawthon.." he muttered before setting Vincent on a party table.

I rubbedy sweaty forehead, trying to find some way to calm my heart down. "Nice to meet you.. I'm y/n.." I mumbled, getting another glare from Scott. He pressed on Vincent's shot wound. He ran into the back somewhere to get a first aid kit. I sat in a small chair and sighed, staring at the purple fuck. I heard slight ruffling noises and turned. I saw six pairs of eyes looking at me. They seemed to be fake eyes, but they slowly blinked. "Uh, Scott!?" I called, as they got closer. Soon they stopped in the light, showing their bodies and faces. There was a bear, a bunny, and a chicken. They all stared at me until the bear spoke, "She is not the night guard, let's move on." I stared, eyes widened as they headed their way towards the place Scott was.

"Scott!" I yelled getting out of my chair quickly. Vincent's gaze turned to me as he slightly smirked, blood running from his mouth. Scott poked his phone head out then quickly went back in, closing the doors. I grabbed Vincent and carried him to the other side. I ran in, scaring Scott. "God, Scott! Why did you leave me with animatronics!?" I yelled, sitting Vincent on the desk. "Give me the first aid kit! " Scott ran to a drawer and grabbed a box. I opened it and saw a lot of things I never seen in a aid kit. I grabbed what I thought to be a really long band-aid to stop the bleeding. Vincent stared at Scott the whole time, burning a hole through his telephone. Scott's head looked back and forth on the door to the tablet. "The animatronics are extra mad today.. " Scott growled, closing the door. I laid my head on the desk and watched Scott, who mainly just growled different cuss words under his breath.

When the shift was over it seemed that Vincent was a lot more quite. He was talking the whole shift through like nothing happened. "Aww, I wish this night would never end.. " Vincent hummed. "But, sadly every good thing has to come to a end. You know you should apply for a job here. Your skill is amazing.. " I rolled my eyes. "If you are working here then I won't.. " I growled.

I groaned, sitting in the office of the boss of Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria. My land lord threanted to kick me out if I don't pay the rent. FFP was the only who was offering day shift. I was upset I had to work on the same day I got the job. Vincent smirked, leaning on the wall. I ignored him, trying to find Scott. When I couldn't find him I groaned, and walked over the Vincent. He had a purple shirt. On his shirt was a golden badge, not like the night Scott shot him. "So. You took my advice? " Vincent grinned, walking further to me. "No I didnt! I just needed a job.. " I rolled my eyes. "Sure. You Just miss me. " Vincent smirked, chuckling as I blushed in frustration. "Trust me, she doesn't want you.." a hand touched my shoulder. I looked up to see Scott. Scott raised his eyebrow, tapping his foot. "Oh did the soda not take its course?" Vincent teased. A man with no hair and a smaller boy with fluffy brown hair stood next to him. "Mike, can you back me up here? No one likes Vincent.." Scott stood. 'Mike' nodded. He had a hat with a white uniform. "I'm Mike and this is my boyfriend Jeremy.." Mike smiled a fake smile. (I TOTALLY SHIP IT) I smiled slightly in return, looking at the odd couple. Mike frowned, looking down at Jeremy. I noticed Jeremy blushing. "Is that your girlfriend?" Mike asked again. "Nah. He wish though.. " Vincent teased. Scott raised his hand to punch Vincent until a kid walked up to the small group crying. Vincent smirked and glared at Scott as he finally put his hands down. "What's wrong kid?" Mike asked. The girl only kept crying. I kneeled down at her level. "If you tell me what's wrong I can help you.. " I frowned. The girl slowed down a bit and looked at you. "I-I lost my mom.. " she sobbed.

Vincent's grin widened. "I'll help her. Don't worry little girl.." I paused before looking at Vincent. The girl held Vincent's hand. Everybody watched as Vincent slipped away with the girl. I sighed getting back up. "Nobody likes Vincent?" I asked, rubbing my hair. Scott shook his head. I nodded in response. A screamed echoed through the pizzeria, making everyone on edge.

Mike followed me as we tracked down the scream while Jeremy and Scott calmed down the parents who were eating. The screams came from the parts and service room. I quickly entered as saw Vincent. Blood was splattered all over his face and clothing. I gasped and backed into Mike. "Put down the damn knife! " Mike yelled, grabbing Vincent's wrist. He looked at the floor and saw a deformed, cut up little girl. "Why did you do this!? " Mike growled. "She would have been a pretty Golden Freddy." Vincent smirked. I pinched Vincent's pressure point on his wrist, making him limp. "Vincent, you are under arrest for the murder of a young child. Vincent's face was stuck in a grin. I pulled some hand cuffs out and cuffed Vincent, pushing him out. We went the back way so that nobody would see our bloody uniforms. The cops were here and we handed him over. Scott ran up to me and hugged me. "Y/n! You scared me I thought someone did something to you because you didn't come out the front!" Scott yelled. I blinked and saw Vincent staring at me. "Scott, I need to go get my first pay check and pay my land lord..." I muttered, trying to pry him off. "Alright.." he frowned. I took of my uniform, having a tank top under it, so that I wouldn't walk home with blood on my shirt. Scott stared before complexly blushing. I walked into the office to get my check. The boss stared at me in interest. "I need my paycheck.." I frowned. "Oh here.. " he smiled handing me a small check. "Thank you.. " I smiled a bit. I walked out and felt someone touch me. I looked around to see Mike. Mike eyes widened as he stared down at something. I slapped Mike when I noticed he was looking at my boobs.

"Sorry. Want me and Jeremy to walk you home? " Mike asked, blushing. "Whatever.. " I started walking. Mike followed and Jeremy caught up. "Did Vincent kill a kid!? " Jeremy asked in interest. "I don't want to talk about it.. " I grumbled, putting my hands in my pockets. Jeremy sighed and looked up at Mike, who kept his vision straight in front of us. Mike had his arms wrapped around Jeremy, keeping him close. "This is my stop. See you guys tomorrow. " I smiled slightly. I slowly walked into the apartment trying not to cry. I laid down on the couch and looked at my phone. I had gotten a text from Scott.

Scott: Hey. Something came up over at my place. I need to escape it.. Can I come over?

Me: Yeah sure. (Address)

Scott: Thanks...

I sighed and got up, ready to cook something nice for Scott. He deserved it anyway. A knock on the door. I smiled to see a grim looking Scott. He waddled in and fell out on a couch. "What happened? " I asked. "Vincent pinned the murder on me and I got a call from the police station.. " he groaned. I sat by him and stared at him. "It's ok. We say him with the murder weapon in his hand..." I smiled slightly. Scott went silent before looking at me. He sat up and laid on me. "What are you doing, Scott? " I asked. His little phone fell off of the base and hit my head. "I love you so much.. " he purred. I tried to put the phone back on its stand but it wouldn't stay.

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"Please lick my phone.. " Scott begged, pointing to his phone. "Scott, get off of me.." I muttered calmly. "No! I'm not going to stop myself now! I love you so much!" Scott yelled back. He was now grinding on me begging me to lick his telephone. I refused to as he put his phone on my lip. "Why are you doing this? If you like me so much you would probably wouldn't do this! " I growled. Scott paused. "Please just do this for me. " he begged calmly. "No. " I frowned. Scott sighed and got up. "You can eat anything you like.. " I frowned, getting up. I cut on my flat screen and watched something other than the news. I already knew what was going to be on. I decided to watch a romance movie. (Because there are too many people doing horror movies..) I popped some popcorn and sat down. Scott kept hid distance by sitting down on the other side of the couch.

I ended up crying in the middle half when the dog died. Scott got closer and hugged me. "WHY COULDNT IT HAVE BEEN JIMMY!? " I sobbed into Scott's shirt. "Maybe we should go to sleep.. " Scott chuckled. "Sure.." I frowned, wiping my eyes. "I'll sleep on the couch..." "No, I will sleep on the couch.." Scott raised his eyebrow. "No. " I frowned. "Yes." "No" "Yes."

We ended up both sleeping on the couch. He held me closely. I was sleeping ontop of him. "Are you sure you feel comfortable?" I asked. "Yes I do.. " Scott sat up a bit. He was still holding my waist when I kissed him. He couldn't kiss back of course, but it was sweet all together. Scott hugged me as I pulled out. "I love you too, Scott. "