(( I MADE A VINCENT. There you go. There's a Vincent. I also did a Scott which was the other half of that picture, but it sucked. Dw, he's in another picture I did that will be shown later ;). I didn't draw it. I mean, I can draw but I don't have the patience. It was a rinmaru games thing which apparently I'm supposed to say if I want to upload the photo online so there you go. Tried to get a bloody dagger but they only had katanas and I was like - are you for real? Also, yes, they had an option for no pupils, but it looked really unnatural, and it was better this way, trust me.))

Scott arrived at the pizzeria at 11:45, pulling the spare keys out of his pocket. The plan:

1. Get in before Vincent.

2. Lock Vincent out.

3. Do the night shift alone.

Of course, the chances of Scott actually locking Vincent out of the office were very low, because the other option was him being fatally wounded. But hey, a man can dream.

Scott walked down the dark hallway slowly, letting his hand trace along the un-even wallpaper. The only sounds were his footsteps, loud and echoing in the empty building, and his breathing.

The place was creepy at night. He could feel the animatronics' eyes on his back, boring into him. Everything was dark, but coated in moonlight through the windows, which only added to the eeriness. Worst of all was a presence, like he was being watched by something dark and sinister.

Nervously looking over his shoulder, Scott realised he wasn't alone. Yelping, he lost his footing and fell to the ground, his heart racing so hard, he felt as though it would tear his chest apart.

A pair of glowing white eyes blinked at him, followed by a glowing white grin that hung disembodied in the air like a Cheshire cat, "Evening, Scott."

"Vincent!" Scott breathed, lifting a hand to his neck to feel his pounding heartbeat, "You scared me to freaking death!"

Vincent chuckled deeply, holding out a hand to help Scott up, "You should have known I was coming."

"Still!" Scott took his hand and pulled himself up, "I didn't even hear you come in! How long were you following behind me for?"

As Scott's eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could make out the black outline of Vincent shrugging, "Ever since you arrived?"

"Ever since I-" Scott shivered slightly, "That's kind of scary, Vin. Don't do that again."

"If you say so," Vincent said, "Now let's go to the Office before the kiddies get up and active, hm?"

Scott followed behind Vincent timidly. He realised after a while that Vincent hadn't let go of his hand from when he helped him up... but he decided not to do anything about it. At the moment, he was a little grateful for some reassurance.

As if reading his mind, Vincent gave Scott's hand a squeeze, which Scott returned, before they reached the Office.

"There. Not that we're any safer here," Vincent sighed, "But it's the closest we can get."

Scott let go of Vincent's hand and sat down in the Office chair, "I still think I'd be fine by myself, Vincent."

Vincent smiled, sitting up on the Office desk, "It's okay. You can thank me later."

Scott rolled his eyes, but inwardly smiled, "You and me, together in a room, alone, for six entire hours... What could possibly go wrong?"

Vincent chuckled, licking his teeth, "The night could end without me having made out with you?"

Scott scoffed, picking up the tablet and scanning the Show Stage before putting it back down, "I thought we said no more obnoxious flirting?"

"Oh, this isn't obnoxious," Vincent said, "This is just friendly banter compared to my flirting."

"Is that so?" Scott asked, trying to sound disinterested.

"For example, cutie, I could be joking about that hot photo you sent me~" Vincent purred deep in his throat, grinning sharkishly, "I'd love to see the rest of the picture one day~" He let his eyes slowly travel down Scott's body as he said it.

Scott's eyes widened, his mouth dropped open a little bit, "Vincent!"

"What?" Vincent asked, "I'm allowed to fantasize, aren't I? C'mon, don't tell me you've never thought about me like that before~"

Scott opened his mouth more to protest, then shut it again, focusing back on the tablet, blushing madly.

"Mm, that's what I thought~" Vincent growled.

"N-Now, this is definitely obnoxious..." Scott mumbled. I won't last 5 minutes at the rate he's going!

Vincent hummed, "Just showing you what I'm capable of, hot stuff. How are the kiddies?"

"Can you not refer to them as children?" Scott asked, frowning slightly, "It's creepy."  He picked up the tablet, "Nobody's moved yet. But they wouldn't move so quickly, anyway. It's, like, 12:15."

The next few hours went slowly. Vincent didn't flirt with Scott again, as promised, and the animatronics didn't move at all - save Bonnie, who went into the Backstage. The only thing keeping Scott from being bored out of his entire mind was, admittedly, Vincent. They talked and talked, about everything and anything - what else is there to do? They shared music, photos, even played a game where they made up the most ridiculous ship names they could, using the guards - Vincent made Fott, and Scott made Jitz.

Scott sighed, standing up and walking over to the doors, checking the lights. It was 3:30 am, and nobody was anywhere near the Office.

"Why do we even need a night guard?" Scott complained, "I could be asleep right now."

"You can sleep," Vincent said, "I'll take care of the ki-animatronics."

Scott rolled his eyes, "Yeah. You watching me sleeping. No, thanks. I'm good."

Vincent grinned, "You said it, not me."

Scott was about to snap something back, when he froze, going as stiff as a post. A voice had just rung through the building, high and clear. A child's voice.

Hello? Hello! Can anyone hear me?! Help!

It sounded panicked. Scott's eyes widened, "Vincent," he whispered, "Can you hear that?"

"Hear what?" The grin was gone from Vincent's face, he was dead serious now, "What can you hear?"

"It sounds like..." Scott frowned in concern as the voice came again, echoing down the hallway.

Mummy, help me! The bad man's after me!

"It sounds like a child."

Vincent took a step towards Scott nervously, "Scott... Are you- Is this a joke? Because, this isn't funny."

"What do you mean, 'a joke'?!" Scott asked, his breathing getting faster, "Can't you hear it!?"

"No," Vincent said, "Scott, I can't hear anything."

"There's a child! Lost in the pizzeria!"

A loud scream emanated from the Dining Hall, Help! Help, please! Help me!

Scott went as white as a sheet, shaking, "I think... Oh, gawd, I think she's being murdered! We have to go help!" He turned and started walking out of the Office.

"Scott!" Vincent grabbed Scott's shoulder, pulling him back in, "Are you insane!? There's no child! How could a child have gotten in here after hours!? How would it be being murdered!? There's nothing on the cameras, and only you can hear it. You're hallucinating, Scott. Quit it, you're scaring me."

Scott wrenched himself free of Vincent's grip, glancing towards the door, "...The child, Vincent... we have to help..."

"There's no child," Vincent soothed, watching him carefully, "Scott, please, listen to me, there's no child."

"How-" Scott broke off as another scream penetrated the air, more desperate this time, closer to death, "How do you know there isn't?"

"Because I just know," Vincent said, "Scott, I know it sounds crazy, but they've gotten into your mind. You need to shut them out. Come here," he opened his arms in a hug.

Scott glanced towards the door again, then took a step towards Vincent, "How can I know you're not lying to me? What if you're in on this? A-Are... Oh, gawd, Vincent, are you the murderer?!"

Vincent flinched back slightly, then, "Please, Scott, I just need you to trust me. Just trust me. That's all I'm asking. Just this once."

Scott stepped forward once more, "But I can hear it..."

"I know it seems real," Vincent said quietly, "I know. Just come here, and I'll make everything better, okay?"

Scott wavered as another scream tore through him Help! Anyone!? Ple-aah-sahhggg!! It sounded like the child was being stabbed, choking on their own blood, "Vincent... oh gawd. She's dying, Vincent."

"She's not dying, Scott. There is no child. Come on. Come here, I'll look after you, Scott. Please," Vincent's voice became a little more desperate, he didn't want to move towards Scott in case he freaked out, but he just needed to coax him a liiitttle bit further... Just into his arms...

Scott watched him for a moment, then his shoulders slumped, "I'm sorry," he said, "But I just don't trust you."

And he turned and ran from the Office.