(( I am so sorry TwilightEclipse20! I really meant to write this dare much earlier, but I've been busy (end of year exams, bla, bla) and it slipped from my mind. Thanks for the dare, though!

Sophism means lying lol ;)

EXTREME TRIGGERING SUBJECTS AHEAD. PLEASE remember nothing is ever as bad as it seems and there's always someone out there (like me!) who will help you <3))

Twitch whistled, "Yo, Vincent, Jere! Over here, please..."

Vincent stalked over boredly, while Jeremy nervously made his way to Twitch.

"W-What is it...?" Jeremy asked.

"Yeah, what Stutters said," Vincent said, glaring at Jeremy for attracting the attentions of Scott (he hadn't figured out that it was a dare yet).

Jeremy gulped slightly, intimidated by Vincent.

"You two have to fake your own deaths," Twitch said. "Jeremy, I suggest you fake suicide. Vincent... I don't know, man. We've already seen how you die, so I guess we can fake your death in Springtra-Spring Bonnie?"

Vincent sighed. "Good, good. A rehearsal of my death. Do I get to attend my funeral?"

"B-But... i-isn't that m-mean to S-Scott? I-I'm s-sure he'd be d-devastated if you d-died..." Jeremy said.

"I'll make it up to him~" Vincent grinned.

Jeremy nodded slightly and sighed sadly. "I-I g-guess I a-accept... l-let's get t-this over with..."

"Cool. Well, meet me here tonight and we'll plan it out..."

"Deal. Oh, by the way, I saw you started another book~" Vincent purred out.

"A-A b-book? A-Are y-you an author?" Jeremy asked.

"I'm the author, Jere. It's... a long story," Twitch glared slightly at Vincent.

"O-Oh... okay..." Jeremy frowned, looking between the two, and then, feeling like he was in the way, he walked off.

Vincent looked Twitch up and down. "I wondered why you always seemed to fangirl a little whenever Scott and I were around."

Twitch blushed slightly. "Shut up."

"But going all out and writing a oneshot book?" Vincent whistled and shook his head. "You really are a secret pg x pg fan, aren't you?"

"Shut. Up," Twitch said.

"Hey, you think I'm going to complain? You're writing fanfiction about me. Oh, and not just that, but about me and my Scotty making out. I love it~"

"Whatever, Vincent..." Twitch sighed. "Don't tell Scott."

"Write me a bonus chapter and sure~" Vincent said.

"..." Twitch frowned slightly. "Let's just get this dare over with first, okay?"

((Heheheheh fun foreshadowing for my other book is fun.))

~~

That night at about 4am, Vincent, Jeremy and Twitch sat in the Office.

"Right," Twitch said. "Let's get started. Jere, you need to write a fake suicide note... you think you can do that? Then you can go home as long as you don't show up to work tomorrow."

Jeremy nodded slightly. "I-I think."

"Good. And Vincent... follow me..." Twitch headed out of the Office and down the hall.

Vincent grinned like a shark and followed after. As usual, after he left the safety of the Office, he felt the presence of 11 ghostly spirits glaring at him from the shadows, whispering angry comments. His grin widened. He felt energized. Alive. "Bring it on, ghost kids."

Twitch came to a patch in the wall and she kicked it. Hard. It swung open, shedding light onto a dirty room.

In the back of the room?

Spring Bonnie.

Vincent took a deep breath. "Hello, old friend."

Twitch walked inside, picking up a handcrank from a shelf as she went past. "Here, use this to compress the animatronic parts. Oh, and once you're inside it, you don't want to make a sound. No heavy breathing, no moisture, no sudden movement... you got it?"

Vincent nodded. "Got it."

"Good. You shouldn't die, because we know you die later on... but you never know when it could go wrong... maybe we're playing that minigame in real life right now."

"Thanks for the encouraging words," Vincent said sourly. " 'Here lies Vincent Bishop: Died when pretending to die for a prank.' "

Twitch shrugged and inserted the hand crank, cranking back the animatronic parts. "Oh, but first..." She got out a tin of red paint off the shelf and pried it open, spilling the contents all over the floor.

Vincent wrinkled his nose. "This is nothing like blood. It's the wrong shade, it doesn't smell right, I'm certain it doesn't taste right. Couldn't we at least have real blood? You know, preferably the blood of a female... maybe a night guard..." he shivered and stared at Twitch, licking his teeth. "Night guard blood tastes good." 

Twitch glared at him. "Remember who the one is who's writing that oneshot book you so love."

Vincent sighed. "Touché... Red paint it is."

"Alright. It's 4:30am. I'm going to leave you in here. Put on the suit any time before 6AM. And be careful."

Vincent did a mock salute. "Yes, Mum!"

Twitch rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Good night, sleep tight, don't let the springlocks bite." She walked out.

Vincent looked at the paint disappointedly, drawing his fingers through it. "Feels nothing like blood, either..."

~The Next Morning~

At 6AM, Scott, Mike and Fritz walked in.

Scott looked around, made nervous by the alarming lack of purple in the room. "Where's Vincent? He wasn't in my bed this morning..."

Everybody turned to stare at him.

"He usually sneaks in in the middle of the night!" Scot said defensively. "Not like that!"

Mike frowned. "I haven't heard from Jeremy, either..." he spotted the note on the desk. "Um...?"

Dear guys,

I'm sorry. I'm a huge loser and a waste of space. So, Vincent and I have made a pact.

He's going to kill me.

Please don't worry. I want to go like this.

Love, Jeremy.

P.S: Thanks for everything, Mike.

Mike's eyes widened. "No... No!" He turned to Scott. "When I see your freak boyfriend, I'm going to kill him!"

Scott stared at the note in shock. "Poor Jeremy! I never knew! If only he'd told me, I would have helped him... poor Jeremy."

Fritz just gaped, his mouth hanging open mid-way through a donut. He took a shaky step backwards and then turned and ran.

Mike glared daggers at everything. The note, Scott, the bag of donuts Fritz had dropped. "I'm going to go find that grape-faced freak and I am going to kill him." He stalked off into the hallway.

Scott stared between the note and then Mike. He really hated the feelings inside of him. Vincent had really killed Jeremy...? But... he paused, and then followed after Mike, sighing, hating his love-sick heart. He couldn't let Vincent die.

~~

((Yeeeeeaaaaaahhhhh I think I might make this a 2-parter. It's too long already.))