If you don't like photography then I don't know what to say😂just skip it if you want (I stayed up all night to write this so please read it)

"A large (Favorite Drink), please" You yawned, handing over a ten as the barista nodded and shoved the wrinkled bill into the register with a smack. Mornings are never your forte, they are always lazy and absolute torture, especially when you have to wake up so early.

The reason you were paying actual money to wake up before the sun does and go through hell was simple, College, the only thing worse than high school. A place where you know nobody and sit through hours of lectures that cover absolutely nothing, all so you can get a job and (you guessed it) wake up early in the morning.

"Here is your drink ma'am" a feminine voice called, making you swivel around and cast them a tired smile before grabbing your beverage and leaving. Classes started in about an hour so you had a little extra time to relax in the cool morning air, allowing fresh air to invade your lungs with a deep inhale.

The familiar bump against your stomach as you did so made you smile, looking down at the shiny object hanging from your neck. An expensive Canon camera that almost cost more than your school fees, its shiny surface gleamed with morning dew under the brightening sky.

Photography was your major, most of your time being spent on taking pictures for the school newspaper, a tiny organization run by many editors and journalists in training. Today was the day you were scheduled to take pictures of the Mechanic students, their base being set well across from the Art section in which you were located, it was at least a thirty minute walk away.

"Better get walking before the sun comes out" you huffed, shoving a hand into your jacket pocket while the other held onto your precious drink. Students trudged by with looks equivalent to prisoners, expressions set in a deep scowl as they clung many textbooks to their chest. By the looks of it they were all headed towards their designated class, nearly jogging in a hurry as nearby groups of friends dispersed in a flurry of goodbyes.

That's what you like about being the Newspaper's only photographer, you get out of most of your classes and still get credit due to your efforts in a school organization. You'd call it a win win, except for the times you managed to get a very resilient subject who clearly does not want their picture taken, or someone who demands to see the picture before you walk away and asks to take another because 'My left eye is squinty'. Nearly twelve pictures later and you are finally allowed to walk away and delete the others taking up precious space on your SD card.

"Hey Y/N! Guess who got a position in the newspaper with you" a very chipper voice called to your side, making you smile fondly and whip around in time to catch a sprinting Mangle. Her manicured nails dug into your shoulder as she twirled the both of you around excitedly, pink hair a flurry in the breeze and slightly distorted vision due to dizziness.

"I called up Jeremy and he got Fritz to open a position for me, now I get to go around and write down interesting things that are happening" She squealed, pulling a notepad and pen from her brightly colored bag, only a few scribbles here and there with tiny sticky notes stuck to the side. You gave her a smile and pat her back, going into a conversation on where her routes for this week were and a possible meet up later for lunch Friday.

Time ticked by and you were completely oblivious, that is, until your phone buzzed off, a text from Jeremy asking if you got the pictures yet.

"Shit! I have to go, talk to you later Mangle" You frantically stated as you began to run off, giving a wave as the building you were looking for came into view, fingers frantically pressing Jeremy's number in. It rang for a couple minutes, nothing but dead line until at the last ring, the speaker crackling as your friend's quiet voice came through the line.

"I'll have the pictures soon, Mangle stopped me and I got sidetracked, I should have all of them tonight" you explained, breathing heavily as your running came to a halt in front of a big garage door.

"It's fine, I'll be the last one leaving tonight, I'll keep the door unlocked for you" he breathed, the sounds of typing and Mike's overbearing voice yelling nearby. You smiled, situating your clothes and camera quickly before anybody could see your ruffled state, Jeremy yelling over the line at Mike to 'Leave the fish alone, that clownfish is NOT NEMO'.

"Tell Mike to go back to football practice, I can hear his stupidity from across campus" You stated, earning a loud 'Hey!' from Mike just as you hung up, chuckling as you stuffed the device into the waistband of your skirt. Now that you weren't distracted, you could hear the sounds of drills and loud motors revving from inside, even some cursing here and there followed by a loud bang. Clearly it was a busy day for the students, which is why you chose today to take the pictures, catching them in action is what the organization needs and what the school wants.

"Hello! How may I help you young lady?" A male voice boomed, laced with age and fatherly friendliness, his figure appearing from a door to the side. His outfit consisted of baggy coveralls that were covered with stains of different colors and shades, the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows in a manner that showed he must have been busy before meeting you.

"I'm sorry for bothering you, I'm here to take pictures for the school newspaper and flyers for upcoming Seniors in High School" You explained, anxiously fiddling with your camera's flash as you awaited his answer, silently studying his unintelligible expression. By the time you were on the verge of having an anxiety attack he suddenly let out a loud bellowing laugh, taking off one of his gloves and resting his hand on your back.

"You are welcome to come inside, take all the pictures you like, I'm Mr. Cawthon by the way" he spoke, leading you gently through the door he came out from, making you flinch slightly at all the noise. It was an entire open room filled with different vehicles and machines, the walls decorated with various tools and spare parts, students hurriedly scurried around as they hovered over the bulky gadgets or rolled beneath them.

Nearby a boy who looked as if he were only a freshman rolled underneath an enormous truck, sounds of a wrench turning coming from beneath. Most of the students were male, but you caught a glimpse of a few females working on huge machines of their own, all having matching coveralls.

"Mr. Cawthon, I've finished assembling the last animatronic, the blueprints are in my workspace" a voice called, making you jump slightly and your phone to slip out the waistband and onto the concrete floor. With a mumbled curse, you bent down to retrieve it, checking for any cracks as you wiped it off with your hand, returning to a standing position.

"This is Vincent" Mr. Cawthon suddenly spoke, making you jump slightly at the booming sound, an outstretched arm dangling off a taller person. A grease stained hand rose up and pulled off the welding mask from their face, giving their head a shake once successfully gone. White eyes met your own as purple strands of hair slightly fell to conceal them, mask dangling from one hand while the other clutched a wrench.

"She's going to be here taking pictures for the Newspaper" Mr.Cawthon explained, giving the guy a slap on the back before walking away. Awkward silence ensued, Vincent walking away temporarily to put both the mask and wrench away, leaving you to get a good view of the place. The ceiling was dome shaped and made entirely out of glass, some panels were open to let in cool air and more sun to dry freshly painted machines.

Quickly, you swiped the camera hanging from your neck, pulling it up to your eye as you began focusing the lens, zooming out entirely so that the entire room was in view. With a snap, you drew it back, looking at the sunlit picture affectionately, quickly filing it under the project folder before dropping it gently to swing at your stomach once more.

"Wow, you're really good at this......Y/N" the same deep voice from before spoke, breath caressing your ear as an inhuman squeak came from your lips. Vincent stood directly behind you, his coverall sleeves pushed up his forearms and hands now grease free, even though his boots squeaked with the liquid still.

"How do you know my name?" You asked, patting your side to make sure your phone was still there, last time you jumped it fell out. He simply rolled his eyes and pointed a finger towards your neck, successfully confusing you until his now clean hands lifted up your camera strap slightly. In silver ink was your name, etched in messy writing on the black leather strap just on the side where your neck and collarbone meet, it's presence more noticeable in the midday light.

"Well, what do you want to take pictures of?" He asked, gesturing towards the entire room with a hand, casting a smile over his shoulder. You shrugged, glancing around the room with wandering eyes, Fritz probably wanted shots of the building along with people actually doing work, however, you didn't want to bother anyone.

"Well, I probably need action shots, the point is to show what you do, but you guys seem really busy and I don't want to bother anyone" You began, biting your lip slightly as possible ways of getting through this ran through your head, all hitting a dead end. Everyone in the room was doing something, there were no stragglers and if so it was only for a few moments to ask Mr.Cawthon a quick question, and then they were off again. They didn't look like the kind to appreciate someone interrupting their work, one guy was so concentrated on his work he didn't even flinch when a nearby engine blew.

"Well, I'm working on something right now, and it's not out here with everyone else, it's like a secluded part of the base due to it being delicate, you can come with me and I'll explain it to you if you'd like" Vincent yawned, shoving a hand into his pocket as the tool belt around his waist jingled. The sentence sparked your interest, an inside scoop would be a great game changer for you, it would also help the Newspaper quite a bit along with bringing in more students for next year. However, you didn't really know the guy, for all you know the guy could be leading you away to kill you with the big ass wrench in his belt.

"Cmon, I'll even let you get some shots of me working on it, sounds like a win win to me" He commented, throwing a smug grin over his shoulder as he began walking away, not even looking back once. Sure, you knew what he was doing, but the promise of good shots and inside information made you follow anyway, casting knowing glares the entire way. Turns out the 'secluded spot' Vincent was talking about was an old willow tree behind the building, a tiny shed nearby being kept shut with an industrial padlock.

"You work in that tiny shack" you asked, not meaning to sound rude in any way, but the thing was really small, definitely not enough room to work freely without bumping into things. Vincent merely scoffed, instead of walking towards the shed he began walking towards the tree, ignoring your questions profusely.

"Where are we-" you began, being shushed with a hand over your mouth and clearly agitated look, the other moving away the strands of leaves. Hidden behind the wall of willow branches was an entire workspace, a big table set up near the trunk along with lots of toolboxes and different gadgets, extra parts littering the grass. However, what caught your attention most were three animatronic suits, all hunched over and clearly turned off beside the table, their glassy eyes staring blankly at the ground.

"This is the project Cawthon and I have been working on, well, he gave me the blueprints while I assembled them" Vincent chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck shyly as you ogled the machines. One was painted a deep brown, clearly meant to be a bear by the looks of it, another was painted a purplish blue, the tall ears atop its huge head signaling it was a bunny, the last one was bright yellow, it looked like a chicken but the beak it possessed made you wonder if it was a duck instead.

"I'm still working on the fox, he's really difficult to wire, I cut him on yesterday and nearly lost my hand when he suddenly chomped down, we need to fix that before someone gets hurt" (*COUGH* BITE OF 87') He sighed, running a hand worriedly through his hair, walking toward the slouched over suit underneath the table. The red suit gleamed underneath the rays of sun coming in the thick foliage, two pointy ears atop his head bouncing with each movement made by Vincent, he even possessed an eyepatch and hook.

"Wow, he's got really sharp teeth for a Children's entertainment device" you spoke, sitting in the grass carefully as to not get any grease on your clothing, cutting on your camera with a click. Vincent chuckled, laying the suit on top of the table with a huff as he pulled out a bunch of papers from his drawer, laying them out neatly.

"Cawthon designed them like this, I don't see why though, even the names are stupid, the bear is Freddy, the bunny is Bonnie, the chicken is Chica, and the fox is......check this.....Foxy" He breathed, giving a chuckle at your slight snort, pulling out a set of wire cutters from his belt. Silently, he began to get to work, opening up the chest panel as he cut wire after wire, grunting a few times when the machine gave him a shock or two, excess energy still sitting in the dormant wires.

Subconsciously, you grabbed your camera, zooming in on the work he was doing inside the machine before snapping a picture from your position on the ground. The next one you took was of the animatronic suits sitting in the corner, a chill going over your spine as you did so, which was odd since it was actually very warm outside.

A few pictures later and Vincent was done, giving a satisfied humph as he put away the cutters and grabbed the chest plate once again, popping it back into place. The metal incisors within the mouth of the robot shone brightly once your flash went off, casting an eerie glow to the picture, it almost look menacing. With a nod, you cut off the camera, setting it gently in your lap as you watched Vincent set up the animatronic with a lot of energy, giving his head a swipe to get rid of the sweat.

"Let's try and cut him on" He spoke, giving you a sly smile as his oil coated hand searched for the switch on the fox's back, brightening up once he found it. At first the only thing that happened was the whirring of gears, signaling the machine was cutting on, however, it didn't make a move. Before you could mention the absence of activity, the once dead eyes flickered to life, glowing a bright yellow color as the head rose up, its body still sitting still on the table.

The jaw that was once hanging loosely suddenly snapped shut, then opened once again to let out a series of pirate noises, body straightening and turning slightly. The arm that possessed the hook swung up wildly, making you jump beside Vincent who had moved back once his creation was successfully moving.

"We have them all set up on a series of motions that make it look like they are singing or playing an instrument, Foxy is going to be by himself telling stories of a pirate and the seas to children, the others will perform onstage for the kids" Vincent spoke, looking up proudly at his work with bright eyes, the look of success making him beam. Sneakily, you lowered the flash on your camera and took a picture, capturing the sweet and private moment with a snap, all without alerting your companion.

"What will the others play?" You asked, gesturing towards the other animatronic suits as Vincent flipped Foxy's switch, "Bonnie is going to play the guitar, Chica will be slightly dancing while holding a plate with a cupcake which I have yet to make, and Freddy will be the lead singer with a microphone" He spoke, leaning slightly against the table. You nodded, glancing at the blueprints on the table curiously, seeing all kinds of different measurements and part descriptions, it looked like the design took a lot of work and many errors. The dimming light made you look up, realizing you had spent a long time outside, the sun was setting and casted an orange glow to the sky.

"Oh no, it's getting late, Jeremy is probably wondering where I'm at by now" You spoke, pushing the curtain of branches away as you watched the sun sink lower and lower until it disappeared behind the tree line. It would be dangerous to walk back to the your apartment, hell, it would be dangerous to walk anywhere at night without protection.

"Oh, is that your boyfriend?" Vincent asked, turning around sharply as he began putting away tools briskly, looking quite annoyed with the update. You began laughing, clutching your stomach as tears pricked your vision, catching glimpses of Vincent's confused stare as you double over in pain.

"No! Jeremy is a childhood friend of mine, he's like a little brother to me" You wheezed, missing the relief that passed over Vincent's face as he visually relaxed, tense shoulders dropping to their normal position. Bugs began chirping loudly as the sky became dark, stars peeking through the hazy sky as night settled in.

You helped Vincent clean up his workspace with much to his resistance, all tools being shoved into a box and the animatronics being put gently into the padlocked shed with care. You didn't want to admit it but they looked frightening at night, the stars illuminating their black eyes to make them look as if a pinpoint of a pupil were there, like a sign of life beyond what they were built for. You chuckled, shutting the door as you nodded your head at the ridiculous thought, you just needed sleep and lots of it.

"It's really dark, let me take you home, do you live on campus?" Vincent asked, wiping his hands on a rag he pulled from his pocket, turning the lamp on the table off as he pulled a tarp over everything. You shook your head, telling him that you lived in the nearby apartment complex as he gave a curt nod, throwing away the rag into a nearby trash bin.

"I'm parked nearby, Cawthon has already locked up and everyone is gone, so we shouldn't run into traffic" Vincent explained, shoving him hands into his pockets as the two of you set off to his car, walking in comfortable silence. The sky was filled with stars, your way lit up by the full moon sitting gracefully in the sky, no clouds were in sight. Timidly, you grabbed your camera, stopping briefly to take a picture of the sky, making sure to get the tree line and moon in the frame before snapping the picture.

"You must really enjoy Photography" Vincent suddenly stated, making your surprised gaze glance over at him, anxiety creeping up your spine as you have a nod. Not many people understood Photography, they thought it was easy and shouldn't be a job, so you kept your hobby to yourself as to not get into any confrontation. However, Vincent's eyes shone with actual curiosity, not harshness or disgust or even distastefulness, he was genuily interested.

"I do enjoy it, just like you enjoy what you do" You spoke, smiling slightly as his eyes lit up at the mention of his Major, he must truly love it. Suddenly, you came up on a black Mustang, it's shiny surface glowing underneath the night sky, it looked brand new. So the minute Vincent took out his keys and shoved it into the car's lock, you sputtered, looking between himself and the car with disbelief.

"You drive this!? How do you own such a nice car with the school fees!?" You nearly yelled, staring at the leather interior once the door was popped open and overhead light came on. It was clearly taken care of and kept clean, none of the leather seats were cracked from sun damage and the cup holders were not sticky.

"All of my fees were paid off in scholarships, also Cawthon pays really well, which is why I'm building those animatronics for him" He explained, opening the passenger side door and holding it open as he gestured inside, showing a gentlemanly side of him you didn't know existed. Gingerly, you sat inside, flinching as he shut the door and your bare legs stuck to the leather due to the humidity, making a loud rip noise once you lifted them up. However, you acted as if nothing happened once Vincent hopped in, cutting the car on with a load roar of its engine, he even gave it a few revs to show off, casting you a smug smirk.

"Just drive, pretty boy" You groaned, rolling your eyes as you stared out the window, the car rolling backwards as he pulled out the parking spot he was in. Only when Vincent began chuckling did you realize your mistake, making you clamp a hand over your mouth and go completely red.

"Don't say anything" you growled, keeping your gaze away as the car began barreling down the road, its sound not blocking the laughter. That's how the entire ride went, Vincent constantly picking on you about the comment and laughing obnoxiously at his own comments. It was actual hell and the thought of barreling out the car and onto the highway seemed like a better alternative than what you were going through at the moment. Thankfully, by the time he pulled into your building's parking lot the laughter was done along with the constant picking, now it was just night radio and silence.

"Shit! I forgot to stop by the classroom and drop off my SD card, I have to get inside and call Jeremy, thanks for the ride Vincent!" You cursed, grabbing your camera strap blindingly as you rolled out the car, not hearing Vincent calling you back or the horn honking. As of the moment you were intent on getting inside and calling your friend before he had a heart attack, Mike already probably put enough stress on him as it was today.

The usual lightness of your camera seemed heavier, you just blamed it on fatigue and continued your walk into the elevator with a huff. Thankfully, your phone didn't fall out your waistband again, so you punched in Jeremy's number quickly as you awaited for him to answer, heaving a sigh of relief as a panicked voice answered just as the elevator doors opened with a ding.

"Are you okay! You never showed up! I had to have Mike drive me around to go find you, Mr. Cawthon said you were there but you disappeared" Jeremy's worried voice screeched through the phone, each word making you flinch harder and harder, the sound of Mike telling him to calm down in the background. There was evident arguing on the other side along with the sound of a horn honking and Mike cursing loudly at whoever blew it, Jeremy sighing loudly once more.

"You can bring in the pictures tomorrow, you do have your camera right?" He asked, evident frustration in his tone as you assured him that you did in fact have your camera and that it was in your hand as you were speaking to him. By the time he hung up you were just walking into your room, hanging the keys up with a huff as you flopped down on the couch, raising an eyebrow as something made a clanking sound.

You realized that you still had your camera strap clutched in your fist, it's black material seeming rougher than it did before, in fact it didn't feel like leather at all. Questioningly, you raised your hand, giving an audible gasp as you realized why it felt alot heavier than usual, it wasn't your camera.

Instead of seeing your precious possession you instead saw a black tool belt that looked very familiar, it's tools glistening underneath the cheap lighting of your apartment. The buzzing of your phone signaled an incoming call, you answered it with a very frustrated hello as you awaited the caller to answer.

"We have a problem, you have my tool belt and I have your camera, good thing you wrote down your number on the strap or we would be screwed, I need it for class tomorrow so can you meet me at the coffee shop tomorrow at eight?" Vincent's voice answered, sounding both amused and tired as he explained the situation you were bluntly aware of. With a sigh of defeat you nodded, realizing he couldn't actually see you shortly after as you gave an annoyed 'Yes'.

The line crinkled slightly, "So it's a date! See you tomorrow, by the way I like this picture you took of me" his voice called, hanging up as you sputtered incoherently. The only thing to acknowledge your confusion was a dead line, giving a loud groan as you dropped the tool belt to the floor and rolled over, deciding you would sleep on the couch tonight, after all, you had to wake up early in the morning for an implied date.

THIS CHAPTER WAS 4425 WORDS LONG GUYS IVE SHOOK MYSELF, I HAVEN'T SLEPT IN 24 HOURS

P.S: sorry if there are any mistakes I did not go back and check😂