For the longest time-at least until I was about thirteen-it was black. Then, one day it was purple, which meant my soulmate-my other half, as I preferred to call it-had dyed their hair. Purple, no less.

When I got my job at Freddy Fazbear's pizza three years later, the first thing I noticed was the day guard with violet hair. I furrowed my eyes, watching his wrist. A thin strip of leather covered his wrist, making it so I couldn't see the colour. That's smart, I thought to myself. I walked over to him.

"Hello, hello?" I asked. He turned to me.

"Yes?" Damn he's cute.

"I-I'm here f-for my first day," I stated, cursing myself mentally for stuttering. He nodded.

"Alright. For the first day, you're just gonna shadow me. After today, you're on your own, so pay attention." Hard not to.

"Yessir," I said, trailing off a little, prompting for a name.

"Dylin. Spelled with an 'i', not an 'a'," he stated. I nodded, holding a hand out to shake.

"Scott. Spelled normally." He shook my hand.

"Nice to meet you, Scott. Good to have you as part of the Fazbear crew." My hand dropped back to my side, tingling slightly, but that could just be nerves. Nerves from being in the presence of a hot guy, obviously. Teenage hormones are the worst, I thought to myself bitterly. He walked to the main stage area, watching the kids as they watched the animatronics onstage.

"So, uh, h-how long have you b-been working at Freddy's?" I asked, standing beside him.

"Couple months. Ever since I graduated high school, at least." He counted on his fingers. "Three months and... eight days?" He asked, before affirming it. "Yeah. Sounds about right."

I nodded, feeling a little dejected inside. He's at least two years older than me... so I'm not even legal to him for a year and a half, I thought. I don't know why that thought bothered me so much.

"Uh, I... I noticed you wear a band of leather over your strip. C-Can I ask why?" He shrugged.

"Nosy kids always want to know what colour is on it, and I feel it's not their business to know. So, I keep it covered."

"Makes sense."

"What about yours? What colour is it?" I flipped my wrist over, watching his reaction. He blinked, glancing back up at my own hair before sliding off his strip. Vivid red glared back at me, and my eyes widened.

"S-So...?" I asked.

"Yeah," he stated.

"H-How.. This might sound insensitive... But how old are you?" He smirked faintly.

"We're soulmate, so you don't have to worry about anything, Scott. But I'm nineteen," he stated.

"Oh. Sixteen," I said.