"So, then..." Scott hopped out of the car, slamming his door shut. "Have you ever... told anyone else? About your..."

"Disorder?" Vincent closed his own car door gently, "No, you're the first. It's kind of stupid since most people with ASPD are fine, but... I'm terrified of being institutionalized. Well actually, I'm not scared of it as such, just... It'd be a huge inconvenience to me, and plus, they'd monitor everything I do once I was registered as a danger to society. I'd never be left alone again."

"Well, I'm very glad you told me," Scott walked around to Vincent's side, "And I promise I won't go getting you locked up, okay?" 

Vincent smiled, "I know, hon. Why do you think I told you?" 

Scott nodded once, "Well then, you ready to go into the building? I should really warn you, these animatronics haven't been deactivated. They're still wandering around in there, and Vincent... the difference between these animatronics and Fazbear's?" Scott grimaced, "When Fazbear's animatronics catch you, you have a chance." 

Vincent's eyebrows raised, "What- Do you possibly mean these animatronics are more dangerous?"

Scott just laughed. He started off across the carpark towards the warehouse, Vincent having to jog to catch up to him. The building was a dark blue in colour, and as they came closer, Vincent realised it was closed off with fencing. 

"Uhhh," he blinked, "Is this... legal?" 

"It is if they don't catch us," Scott muttered, and with one mischievous wink at his boyfriend, he scaled the fence, leaping up to the top and then over the other side. "Well?" he asked, "You coming?" 

"You have no idea," Vincent said, as he climbed up the fence and jumped off the other side, "How much you're turning me on right now." 

Scott laughed again, "We're here to break the law, steal some robots and not die, Vincent, not be helplessly attracted to each other like animals on heat."

"Stop being so helplessly attractive, then," Vincent said. "What can I say? I'm a sucker for a bad boy."

Scott raised an eyebrow, his lips tugging into an amused smile, "You know, a lot more of your behaviour makes sense now. Linda's always telling me about psychology, and she's always said that typically, people with these kind of personality disorders have the highest of all libidos." 

"That would explain a lot," Vincent tipped his head thoughtfully. "I should really go to the trouble of learning more about my disorder. Maybe it'd help control some of the nastier sides of it." 

"You said you were prone to 'violent episodes'," Scott said. "Do you ever remember having an episode?"

"Oh, I was shocking as a kid," Vincent chuckled, looking around them as they got closer to the building. "You should have seen me. If you think I'm emotionally numb now..." 

"Vincent!"  A woman's voice screamed from across the room.

Vincent walked into the kitchen, his arms folding across his chest as he leaned against the wall, staring at his mother. He knew what she wanted, but he didn't care. Getting in trouble didn't scare him. It was just frustrating. "What?" 

His mother was fuming, her hands trembling as she put down the phone, "I thought we agreed, no more bullying! No more violence, and most of all, no more torture! And here I am, another call from the neighbors, saying you've been tormenting their daughter again!" 

Vincent shrugged, "I wasn't bullying. I was experimenting. Wanted to see how she'd react."

"So you killed her cat!?" His mother shouted. "Vincent Damien Bishop, we've talked about this! The amount of complaints I've had - you wonder why you have no friends; the mothers at school warn their kids not to play with you!" 

"I don't want friends," Vincent said. "People are stupid. Don't worry, mother, I won't do it again. It was boring. She just cried, and ran off. The cat was interesting. You could hear the snap when I twisted its little-" 

"Vincent!" His mother stared at him for a long time, and then hung her head. "Please, Vincent, stop it. You're ten years old. This kind of behaviour isn't natural. This is all because your father lets you watch those horror movies, isn't it?"

"The movies aren't scary. They're funny." Vincent paused. "You're crying. Why are you crying?"

"Just go to your room, Vincent. Write Sophie an apology letter. We're going to have to buy her a new kitten."  

"Why should I apologise?" Vincent frowned. "It was just a cat." 

His mother didn't reply. She just sunk into her chair and rested her head in her arms. She was crying harder, now. People always cried. It was boring. 

Vincent rolled his eyes, and walked out of the kitchen. 

"What do you mean 'shocking'?" Scott asked. "What were you like as a kid?" 

Vincent shrugged, "I was awful. I used to bully kids in the neighbourhood. A few times I shot birds down with a slingshot I'd made and give them people just to see what they'd do. Honestly, I was just into shocking my parents. I used to give them hell. They always said I'd be the death of them..." He glanced away from Scott as his lips twitched into a guilty grin he couldn't control. 

"Oh..." Scott blinked, "So I guess you're much better now, hey? I mean, it's not like you do that kind of stuff anymore. You've never bullied or tormented me - or any of the Fazbear staff, as far as I know." 

"Eh," Vincent shrugged, "I have good days." He looked up, "Wait a minute- what in the frickin hell is that!?" 

Scott followed his gaze. It was a huge sign, just within the front doors of the pizzeria, which had a huge picture of Baby, along with the words: "Committed to Family Fun and Safety!" 

"What?" Scott asked, "You mean Circus Baby, or the fact that this place is actually moderately safe?" He chuckled at his own joke.

"You want that... that thing in Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria?!" Vincent pointed at the sign. "I mean, I thought Bonnie was creepy with its dead eyes-- this thing is like... this thing is like actual death."

Scott smiled happily, leaning down and picking up one of the decorative rocks that lined the path up to the glass sliding doors. "I don't see anything creepy about her."

 "Scott..." Vincent stepped back, "What are you going to do with that rock...?" 

"They're hardly going to let us in, are they?" Scott grinned, leaning back and, with a huge swing of his arm, the rock went sailing out of his hand. He and Vincent ducked as there was an ear-shattering smash, and glass went flying. 

"Okay," Vincent breathed, as he lifted his head and stared at the broken door, "Definitely, definitely turned on."

Scott laughed from beside him, and jumped to his feet again, "C'mon, let's go in before someone comes to investigate the noise. I haven't got a criminal record so far, and I'm hoping to keep it that way." 

Vincent followed him into the building, looking around with something as close to awe as Vincent could get - intense curiosity. "This place is incredible... Can we look around?" 

"Maybe some other time," Scott mumbled, "Right now, I just wanna get in and out as fast as we can. You ready?" He leaned forwards, and pressed the button for the lift.

The elevator doors opened, the lights inside flickering on and off as a glitchy automated voice  forced out, "W-elco-me, Eggs Benedict."