((I was going to turn this into a book with this as the final chapter but honestly I already have enough books planned for the future (Including a book that's just a huge fanservice to all my followers) so... Don't ask, I probably won't write it. Just enjoy the chapter.

DANG IT I SHOULD BE UPDATING SET BACKS I'M SORRY BUT I NEEDED TO DO THIS))

Scott looked at his calendar, hung up on the back of his bathroom door, and decidedly drew a big red heart over February 14th. 2 days to go.

On that February night, he and Vincent were taking the night shift together, and Scott had promised himself that he'd finally work up the guts to do it.

He was going to admit his feelings to Vincent.

It had taken almost two years to get to this point, and Scott was just as nervous as two years ago. If all went right, that'd be great. But if Vincent turned out to be a homophobe, it meant being stuck with him for six hours, and then having him spread rumours about the time Scott had tried to ask him out on a date.

Scott ran a hand through his wet hair, a nervous habit of his. People underestimated the guts it took for guys like Scott. Sure, nobody liked having to admit their feelings to a crush, but if that crush was a guy? This was 1992, after all. Homosexuals were still wildly discriminated against.

He hoped Vincent wouldn't beat him up, or leave him out for the animatronics to deal with.

He sighed, walking out of his bedroom and pulling on his pyjamas. He imagined it in his mind's eye; Vincent pulling him close against his body, leaning down and whispering to him, 'I feel the same way, Scott. I always have'. It was a hopeless fantasy and very unlikely to happen, even if Vincent did accept his feelings, but Scott couldn't help it. From the moment he laid eyes on Vincent, he'd known he had a crush on him. Every time Vincent smiled at him, or laughed with him, or slung an arm around his shoulders, it made his stomach flutter in the most uplifting way, made his heart pound in his chest and his mind run wild with imaginary scenarios of the two together.

Scott sat on his bed and stared at the wall for a little, the light feeling in his heart quickly becoming lead, the scenarios he imagined quickly turning dark. Who was he kidding? Vincent was just going to reject him. But what could he do? Just sit around and wait for it to get worse? No, he was just going to explain to Vincent. He had it all planned out. Once the night was still and the animatronics relatively settled, he'd say it.

"Listen, Vincent, there's something I need to get off my chest. Ever since I met you, I've known that there's something different about you. In fact, there's something you don't know about me, either. Vincent, the thing is... I'm in love with you. Now, before you freak out, if you just calm down and talk about it with me, we can work it out. I understand; you're straight. That's okay with me. I just wanted to get it out in the open so I stopped dreaming about the impossible."

Scott laughed mirthlessly to the empty room. It wasn't going to go like that. He was going to freeze up, and stutter, and choke on his words, he just knew it. But, oh well. As long as he gave it a shot and his point got across, it didn't really matter.

He climbed into his sheets and curled up, imaging a very certain someone was lying beside him, running his fingers through his hair and whispering sweet nothings until Scott fell asleep.

---Two Days Later--

Scott took a deep breath of the cool Winter air and blew it out of his nose. Gravel crunched under his feet as he walked towards Freddy Fazbear's. The moon was full tonight, and Scott felt as though it was a spotlight shining down on him, ready for his big moment.

He'd thought of bringing flowers or something like that, but the thing is, if it all went wrong, he was only going to really embarrass himself in front of his crush. From what Scott had gathered, Vincent was the understanding type, and he and Scott had been best friends for as long as they'd worked together. But that doesn't mean it couldn't end horribly.

Scott pushed the door of the pizzeria. It creaked in protest, a literal oxymoron to sound of the small bell that tinkled welcomingly as it opened. The pizzeria was silent, apart from the eerie sound of carnival music that drifted down the halls. It was 11:45. Vincent didn't usually arrive until 11:55. That gave Scott ten minutes to plan it all out. Gravel gave way to carpets as Scott walked inside, closing the door behind him. He walked as silently as he could towards the Office; there was something about this building at night that gave you the feeling that making even the slightest noise would be the height of offence.

Slipping into the dark Office, Scott leaned under the desk and fumbled for the switch to the generator. His fingers brushed over the small toggle and he flipped it. There was an unhealthy-sounding 'clunk', and the generator buzzed more than hummed to life.

Scott flicked on the switches for the fan, the monitors and the lights, and then stood up carefully, making sure not to bump his head on the Office desk - a mistake that had been made far too many times before.

He turned around to see Vincent standing across from him and jumped, practically leaping onto the desk in fright.

"Nice to see you, too," Vincent smiled, showing rows of perfect, white teeth, "You ready for another six hours of Hell?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," Scott chattered nervously. He swore Vincent hadn't been that handsome yesterday, that his hair hadn't been so soft-looking, that his violet eyes hadn't been so hypnotising, that his scent hadn't been that comforting.

"Happy Valentine's, by the way," Vincent commented, his smooth baritone voice making Scott melt inside, "Have anyone to spend it with? If so, it sucks that you have to work at night, the most productive time of the most romantic day..." He winked at Scott.

"Um, no..." Scott half-whispered, caught up in Vincent's words. He'd wished him a Happy Valentines?! "No," he repeated, louder this time, "I'm afraid the closest thing I have to a Valentine's this year is Freddy."

Vincent laughed, "Freddy? Would have thought you'd at least go for Chica. She's the girl in the group, after all."

"Oh, right," Scott laughed, probably louder and longer than he really should have, "Well, who cares, anyway? Do they even have genders?" He snapped it almost defensively.

Vincent looked at him weirdly, giving him a sceptical look, "Scott, calm down. What's with you tonight?"

"Nothing! There's nothing with me," Scott said quickly, leaning back against the desk causally, "Just... tired."

"You sure?" Vincent walked forward, pressing the back of his fingers against Scott's head, "You're not coming down with something, are you?" He frowned, looking concerned.

Yeah. A serious case of lovesickness. Scott managed a weak smile, his heart thumping in his ribcage, "Y-Yeah, that's probably it. Must be the cold weather. I always get sick this time of year."

"Hmm, okay then," Vincent took a step backwards, walking over to one of the doors and sticking his head out, looking down the dimly-lit corridor. "The furries out and about yet?"

Scott felt disappointment well up inside of him. Of course, that moment just seconds ago didn't mean anything to Vincent. He didn't get the same swirling feeling of ecstasy whenever the other was close. Bitterly, he turned around and picked up the tablet, plopping into the Office chair. "No, no movement yet."

"Good, good," Vincent walked back to the centre of the room and pulled himself up onto the desk, leaning his back against the wall, which was covered in Freddy Fazbear propaganda. Posters, advertisements and such. He closed his eyes and hummed.

Scott let himself stare at the resting man, trying to convince himself to say something. Anything. The words built up in his throat, but refused to be pushed out of his mouth. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.

Vincent opened his eyes again and Scott quickly looked away, concentrating on the screen of the tablet. Ugh! I should have said it! "Bonnie's at the back stage. Apart from that, no difference." His voice was distant and despondent.

"Well, no need to say it like that," Vincent said, his tone light and playful, "What, would you prefer that they were bangin' on our doors? Or does working late really annoy you that much?"

"No, I don't mind working late," Scott shrugged slightly, putting the tablet down on the ground, "Just wish there was something to do." He paused, a thought crossing his mind; something he hadn't considered at all, "What about you?"

"Me?" Vincent pointed to himself, then shrugged as well, "I don't mind working late. Just wish there was something to do." He grinned.

Scott scoffed, "That's my answer, dimwit. I meant, do you have someone to spend Valentine's with?"

Vincent sighed, jumping down from the desk and walking over to check both of the doors, "Nah. I haven't had a partner in ages. Too much work."

"Oh," Scott squeaked, his heart sinking down to his stomach, "Y-Yeah. I guess being in a relationship is... pretty annoying. Of course you don't want a girlfriend."

Vincent smiled at Scott, "Yep. It's not as fun as it seems. All fights and mood swings and not enough cuddling and... well, the other thing."

"The other...? Oh. Oh!" Scott blushed slightly, trying desperately to block out the images his brain was now flooding into his mind, Vincent pinning him down on the Office floor, leaving bite marks along his neck, sucking on the skin. He shuddered slightly, inconspicuously crossing his legs.

Vincent looked over at him and laughed, "Woah. What's that about, Scotty? You scoundrel."

Scott laughed nervously, ignoring the fluttering of his heart, He called me Scotty! He called me Scotty! "Sorry. You know how it is."

"Oh, I know," Vincent walked back over to the centre of the room, leaning back against the desk again, "Trust me, I've spent plenty of Valentine's alone, too." He winked.

"Eheh..." Scott's eyes darted around the room, refusing to settle on anything while he calmed himself down.

The next three hours went in much the same manner. Vincent had to do most of the work by himself, because Scott was so distracted, but he didn't complain once, just walked around the Office, checking the lights and closing the doors. Scott kept an eye on the cameras and tried to force himself to choke out the words. A few times he'd gotten close, he'd spat out a timid, "Vincent?" But as soon as Vincent asked what was up, he'd changed the subject, dismissing it as having thought he saw something on the cameras.

At 4am, the animatronics had mainly slowed down for the night, now opting to roam between the rooms more than towards the Office. Scott was slowly spinning himself around in the chair, one knee pulled up to his chest, chewing on his lip. Vincent was leaning against the desk again, watching him with a raised eyebrow.

"You're making me dizzy," he commented, chuckling slightly.

Scott stopped spinning. Man he loved that laugh. He grinned lopsidedly, "Oops, sorry. If it helps, the whole Office looks like it's tilting for me."

Vincent laughed, then pretended to be sliding downwards as if the room really were tilting, "W-Woah!"

Scott laughed as well, "You're really funny, you know that?" Scott let the comment slip accidentally, and froze up instantly. Nice one, Scott! That sounds /so/ straight.

"Thanks," Vincent said, obviously thinking nothing of the blatant compliment. He bowed, "I'm here all week."

Scott grinned, internally relieved that Vincent hadn't seen the comment for what it really was. He stood up out of his chair, wobbling around a little bit before his vision returned to normal and the dizziness left him. He walked over to the left door and checked it, finding it unoccupied, then walked over to the right. When he turned the light on, Chica was leering out at him. He yelped, slamming the door shut and windmilling backwards.

"That was close," Vincent said, having jumped as well when Chica appeared in the doorway, "Are you alright?"

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine..." Scott breathed, his heart pounding in his chest - this time not from Vincent, "Gave me one hell of a fright, though." He stepped forwards towards the desk, but he felt his foot connect with the tablet and he tripped, falling straight into his co-worker.

Next thing he knew, Vincent was pinned down with his back flat on the desk, and Scott was lying right on top of him. Scott's eyes shot wide open in alarm, and his face filled with colour from the tips of his ears to the roots of his hair.

Vincent stared up at him, looking just as surprised as Scott - minus the blush.

All was silent for a long time. Scott was closer to Vincent than he'd ever been before; every millimetre of his body was pressed up against him, and it filled him with the most amazing electricity everywhere they touched. Now's your moment, Scott! ... I can't do this. Oh, gawd, what was I thinking?! I can't do this!

"Um..." Vincent looked around a bit, obviously confused, "Are... you alright, Scott?" He began to sit up.

No. I promised myself I'd do it tonight. Scott pushed Vincent back down onto the desk, surprising himself with his boldness.

Vincent's eyebrows raised, but he evidentially decided not to fight it. He relaxed back onto the table.

Scott let out a shaky sigh, "V...Vincent, listen. There's something I need to tell you."

Vincent blinked up at him, but didn't interrupt. He wasn't pushing away. That was a good thing.

Scott was silent for a moment longer while he composed himself. His heart was pounding so hard that he could feel it pulsing through his entire body; surely Vincent could feel it, too?

Scott gulped and closed his eyes, and then, in one quick burst of adrenaline, he leaned down and pressed his lips against Vincent's. Vincent was frozen there as Scott awkwardly kissed him, frowning adorably.

Then Vincent's arms slowly moved, wrapping around Scott and pulling him closer, and he began to kiss back.

Kissing Vincent felt better than he ever could have imagined. It felt better than anything he'd ever done before. The way Vincent's lips moved against his, his fingers running through Scott's mop of brown hair, filled him with euphoria. He shuddered as he was submerged in the sensation. When he felt a slight burning in his lungs from lack of air, he pulled away slowly.

"Well," Vincent breathed, "That was unexpected."

"You're telling me," Scott panted back. His fingers were shaking from the adrenaline rush, and a huge grin spread across his face, threatening to split his features, "You kissed back."

"I kissed back," Vincent affirmed, a smile appearing on his own face. "Wanna do it again?"