Vincent stopped in the doorway of the backstage, letting his shadow fall onto the little boy in front of him.

The little boy turned around, eyes wide, and saw Vincent standing there, "U-Uh... hello...?"

"Hey, kid," Vincent said, grinning. Keeping his voice friendly. Not letting anticipation and excitement show through, "What're you doing back here?"

"I-I'm... I wanted to put this mask back... it's too girly..." the little boy shifted, not looking Vincent in the face. Obviously he'd been taught the essentials of stranger danger. Vincent couldn't blame him. He could come off a little... wild. Not many people trusted him at first glance.

"Sure thing," Vincent walked forwards and gently took the mask off of the little boy, stretching up and putting it back on the shelf. "In fact... I could get you another mask, if you like..."

"Really...?" The kid asked, sounding suspicious.

"Yeah, sure. I could even get you a... costume. What's your name, kiddo?" Vincent asked.

"David..." the little boy mumbled.

"That's a cool name, David," Vincent said, his grin as comforting as ever. "Why don't you come with me and I'll show you where the masks are kept? Then you can get one any time you like."

David regarded him carefully, then nodded slowly, "Okay."

"Awesome," Vincent's grin widened, no longer becoming the friendly grin of a trustworthy adult, but becoming something even more sinister, eerie. The grin of something worse than human, the thing behind the screen, pulling the strings, revelling in the pain and suffering that it created. The grin of a predator luring away its prey.

Vincent walked out of the backstage, David in tow. He turned around to face him, "Now, the place I'm taking you to, the one where all the masks are kept? You're not really supposed to be in there. They lock the masks up away from children. But I'm going to let you sneak in and grab one. If someone asks, though, you just let me talk, okay?"

David frowned for a moment, and then nodded slowly again.

"Good. Good... Come on, then," Vincent stalked off across the front of the Show Stage, David following behind quietly. "So... what brings you here today?"

"It's my birthday," David mumbled, "I'm six."

Vincent stopped walking for a second. He turned around to look at David, a dark, menacing chuckle escaped his lips, "Your birthday, huh? Well, that means I better give you an extra special mask."

"Cool," David said. "What kind?"

"You'll see," Vincent said, and started walking again. The animatronics' music went slightly higher, their movements more rushed as he walked in front of them. They watched him luring off another child. Knew they were powerless. Vincent almost laughed. It was all too easy.

His thoughts were interrupted when a petite blonde lady moved in front of him. She was pretty enough, her pupils dilated - she was attracted to him. This was further proved by the way she seemed to be trembling slightly, pink dusted across her face,  "H-Hi..."

"Hello there~" Vincent purred. "How can I help you?"

The girl swallowed, "I-I was, um, w-wondering if... if... d-do... c-can I have... I mean... they want me to ask for your number."

Vincent looked to the side a little, where a group of seven or so teenaged girls stood. They all erupted into giggles, hiding their faces and whispering to each other, some of them giving shy waves.

Vincent turned back to the girl, who held out a slightly shaking piece of paper and a pen. Vincent chuckled and took it, jotting down his number followed by a small heart. He handed the piece of paper back to the girl and then leaned in, whispering to the trembling girl, "I'd love to have you all over together one time~"

He had to catch her as she whimpered and swooned.

Vincent chuckled, lifting up the girl as she came to, realised she was in his arms, squealed and stood up, taking the piece of paper with his number and scuttling away to the other teenagers who all crowded around her, squealing and whispering hurriedly.

Vincent shook his head and kept walking. It seemed he was growing a little fan club. They were both way too young for him and mostly the wrong gender for him, but hey... it's a shame Scott wasn't that enthusiastic.

He reached the other side of the Show Stage and turned right, staying close to the wall and walking down past the bathrooms to the West Hall.

"Where are we going...?" David asked quietly, speaking up over the animatronics' singing.

"We're going to the... I'll tell you later," Vincent said quietly, as he noticed Scott walking up the hallway, looking less than happy.

Scott caught up to them soon, there was no 'hello' or greeting, he cut straight to the chase. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"What do you-"

"Shut up, you know what I'm talking about! What the hell are you doing leading a child away from the main area?!" Scott's voice was slightly higher pitched than usual, almost panicky, "If anyone sees you... Vincent, they'll arrest you!"

"Calm down," Vincent said coolly, his voice deep and level. "The kid went back to change masks over, but he lost his parents. We were going to go to the Office and use the cameras to find them."

Scott looked from David to Vincent, "But... But still! You can't lead a kid off! Not after... what happened!"

"Why?" Vincent asked. He paused for a second, and then let a flicker of hurt cross his face, the grin dripping off his mouth, "Oh, Scott, don't tell me... don't tell me you think I... I..." He trailed off, looking at Scott sadly, "Ow. That really hurts."

Scott looked at him for a second, regarding him with suspicion, before he eased into a sympathetic expression,  "No... no, of course not... Sorry. I... I just... I don't want it happening again."

"It's okay..." Vincent gave him half a smile. "Nobody wants it to happen again, Scott."

Scott nodded, sighed, looked at Vincent and David for a moment and then, after what looked like a serious internal battle,  "I'll help."

Vincent narrowed his eyes, "I can do this myself, Scott. Or do you really trust me that little?"

Scott shook his head, "It's not about trust. It's about the fact that one of our employees leading a child away from the main area is stupid. Especially here. Especially you. You're lucky I believe you're innocent, otherwise I'd already be reporting you."

Vincent growled, annoyed. A single thought entered his mind, and it was beautiful. Kill them both.

He seriously considered this for a moment, looking at Scott critically. Would he be more fun alive, or dead?

Probably alive. For now.

"Alright," he said finally. "Come on."

They walked off towards the Office. David huffed and crossed his arms, "You promised me you were taking me to the secret room, remember?! A special mask for my birthday!"

Vincent glanced sideways quickly and saw Scott raise his eyebrows, but he didn't ask what the little boy meant.

They reached the Office and ushered David inside. He jumped up onto the desk, which creaked ominously, and picked up the tablet, "Ooh! Look! I can see Bonnie!"

"Look through there and see if you can find your parents," Vincent instructed harshly, all evidence of previous kindness gone. He glared slightly at his would-be prey and walked off, over to Scott, the one man who stood in the way of him and the child that should be screaming by now, his life-blood coating the ground.

Scott was silent for a while, standing next to Vincent. Then he said, "I really don't think it was you, you know."

"But you don't trust me," Vincent replied.

Scott shifted for a moment, shrugging slightly. Finally, he came out with, "I don't trust anyone when it comes to what happened. It could have been anyone. It could have been me, for all I know."

Vincent laughed, "No, it couldn't. You wouldn't be able to kill, and if you had you would have driven yourself crazy with remorse. If you had been behind it, you would have died with the kids."

Scott paled a little, "I really... really don't like talking about it."

Vincent shrugged, "Just telling it how it is, Scott. What was that thing you were going to ask me before in the backstage?"

All the colour returned to Scott's face, he even blushed a little, "I wanted to-"

"Found it!" David jumped off the desk, tablet in hand. He started running down the corridor, whooping over the sound of the animatronics.

"Hey!" Scott shouted after him, "No running! Wa- Wait a second, he's got the tablet! Kid, get back here!"

Vincent watched, amused, as Scott went tearing down the corridor after David. All was silent for a while. Vincent let his thoughts drift off, about what would have happened if he'd actually killed the kid. He probably would have been caught, or so he told himself in order to not get peeved off at Scott again. Oh well. Maybe it was fate. Maybe life had bigger plans for the little kid.

An ear-splitting, sickening crunch echoed down the hallway.

Vincent stood up instantly, because he knew what that sound was. He'd heard it eleven times before. Vincent ran down the corridor, stopping about halfway when a large portion of the wall swung open - a hidden door.

Scott stood in the doorway, white as paper and looking about as fragile as paper, too. His eyes were glued on the scene in front of him. He clutched the doorframe as his legs gave way, sinking down onto his knees into the pool of what only could be blood.