Notes: Yes his name is Vincent, no he is not the same character as whoever the hell gave him that name. I just liked the name and I detest William being his canon name as well. Not when Vincent sounds so much better. And no. This is not all a dream as the lore point to. Not in my version at least. Read on!

Day One

"I don't wanna go!" wailed the boy, his chocolate brown hair shifting as he struggled against his mother.

"Sammy, They're closing we have to leave."

I sighed inwardly. The bratty kid and his overworked mother had been the third family in the door that morning, meaning they had survived thirteen hours of looping Freddy Fazbear music, mingled with the constant screams of children. Making my way towards the entrance the boy's cries were finally silenced by the glass doors.

"Day one," I mumbled to the now empty pizzeria, my fingers flipping the lock on the main doors. It had been an exhausting first day, full of greasy pizza and sweaty kids. Shuffling towards the party area my fingers combing through my sand colored hair before securing it back into a small ponytail. Taking in the damage I set to work, cleaning plates, cake bits and the flakes of confetti that littered the floor. With the party room cleaned and ready to be destroyed tomorrow I moved on to the arcade center. Pausing, I stuffed my fingers in my back pocket, pulling out a wrinkled and slightly damp piece of paper.

CLEANING LIST

LOCK DOOR

PARTY ROOM

ARCADE - SHUT OFF MACHINES

JUNGLE AREA- VOMIT

PRISE CORNER - REFILL PRIZES

RESET SECURITY CAMERAS - BACK OFFICE

"Shut off machines," I said stepping steadily around the five used game blocks searching for the power switch. Finally finding it tucked under the second pac-man machine, the screens flickered to darkness. Leaving only a few overhead panels lighting the place. My lungs emptied letting out another sigh. This place was so cheap and small. Sure that meant less mess but they also had no incentive to buy decent equipment like light bulbs or a dishwasher. Moving to the prize counter I leaned over the desk. The only things needing a refill were the pixie sticks and bear shaped erasers. Probably because the machines didn't give enough tickets to buy much more than that. Snagging some candy for myself, I refilled the bins and moved onto the second to last item on the list. This was the one thing I had dreaded since this morning. My eyebrow scrunched in displeasure glaring at the pitiful excuse for a children's playhouse. With a stiff lip, I stuck my head in the child-sized tunnel. A wave of sweat and dirty socks hit my nostrils making me cringe. Crawling forward with hands and knees pressed painfully into the sides of the small plastic tube. It was small, not just the tunnels but the overall structure, with only a single slide, a climbing net and the small tunnel opening I had used. The rest comprised of elevated tunnels in the shape of a loop. Using one of the small round openings on the side of every tube I inhaled the musky air of the restaurant outside the jungle gym as well as catching the time. 11:00pm. One more hour I thought, pushing on my search for any bodily fluids. Holding my breath I made it around the circle to the opening of the slide before finding a decently sized puddle of muck on the plastic floor. A small hand print was clearly visible having smeared the vomit up one side of the tunnel. Clenching my jaw I hurriedly began spraying and wiping up the mess trying not to taste it through my short breaths. Despite the utter disgust I felt a twinge of happiness. No children, No other employee's. This time of day might end up being my favorite simply because of the peace and quiet.

"Hello, Hello."

My heart slammed into my chest, my body quickly following suit as my skull collided with the rounded roof effectively shaking the entire playhouse. Pain erupted where one hand cradling my head, the other shot out to steady myself. Except there was no wall. Instead, my hand was greeted by empty air. I watched in slow motion as my body tipped down into the opening of the slide. The dark tunnel echoed my shout of surprise as my body rattled down, slamming my elbows and knees on the curves of the slide. The plastic stuck to my skin as I squeaked to a stop, both hands still buried in my hair protecting my head from further damage.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't think - I wasn't trying to scare you..." I cracked my eyes open to see who had caused my painful descent from the jungle gym. Dark hair, bright eyes and the one thing I did recognize. A black Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria t-shirt.

"Are you alright? You need help?" he continued. I groaned out loud from both the pain and the irritation. Slowly climbing off the slide to confront him. Standing next to him, realizing I had thought him to be shorter when in reality he was at least six foot, his eyes now that I could see them were hazel color. He had an unsure smile on his face, his eyebrows scrunched together slightly.

"Thanks for that," My thumb jutted towards the playset. He laughed nervously his hand rubbing the back of his neck. I noticed then his dark hair was pulled into a loose ponytail.

"Sorry again, I apparently have a knack for scaring people…you, you're Penny right?" I blinked at him wonder how in the hell this guy knew my name. Right, my name tag, Glancing briefly at the black sharpie that scrawled my 'nickname'.

"Actually, it's Penelope," I scowled slightly remembering the woman writing it earlier, she refused to write my actual name, despite my protests simply because it wouldn't fit on the name tag. "And you would be?"

"Oh, Um I'm the night guard. Vincent." He replied that crooked grin never leaving his face.

"I thought you didn't take over till twelve?" I replied never was one for polite introductions.

"My shift starts then, but it's good to get here early for nights."

"Why-oh shit," Noticing the time, 11:30 already. "Sorry I almost forgot they told me to reset the security system in the...back...office…" craning my neck, looking around uncertainly.

"Did no one show you where it is?" Vincent chimed in his head tilted slightly to one side. I shook my head, slightly embarrassed.

"Follow me, I'll show you." trailing after him I glanced around as we weaved down different hallways. Old posters hung on the walls, most of them displaying the pizzeria's animatronics. Having worked around them for a good chunk of the day whenever they came out they seemed alright. Besides their clumpy old fur and smell. My favorite was the bunny so far even though I don't know his name yet. I wasn't too concerned with learning any of their names on my first day.

"Here we are, at night this is kinda my office, at least for the next week or so. Security systems can be accessed there." He pointed to a set up of buttons next to an old computer and squeaky desk fan. I stared blankly at the colorful buttons, nobody had bothered to teach me the code today. Whoever was behind the training program here really needed to step it up. Vincent setting up his monitoring system behind me while my finger hovered over the control panel. Suddenly he appeared beside me, his shoulder brushing mine, making me tense slightly. That's probably why he was able to sneak up on me earlier. The guy moved like a ghost. I hated when people burst into my personal space uninvited. Especially someone I barely knew.

"Here." He mumbled. quickly plugging in the correct combination. My mind reeled trying frantically to remember what keys he pressed. Within seconds the screen lit up, flashing words reading: Security Activated

"It's that easy?" I asked.

"Yes, we don't have a very high tech system. In fact, realistically I'm the only real security system that works here." He laughed lightly, "Um, actually if you want to head out a few minutes early you can." His eyes flickered to the clock hanging outside the door's entrance. It read 11:50.

"Oh, are you sure?"

"Yeah, I know it's only ten minutes but I usually take over right about now anyway so I can get ready."

"Hmm well okay if you don't mind," I made my way towards the door.

"Oh and Penelope, I would avoid the back room if I were you, the animatronics don't really shut off at night and tend to wander sometimes, they might get...confused if they see a person walking around." Giving a small smile I replied,

"Okay, thanks. I'll see you tomorrow I guess" What was I supposed to make of that tip?

"Hopefully." With that I disappeared down the dim hallway, making sure to avoid the back room. The manager had mentioned something about the animatronics programming and how they had to keep them running 24/7. Confusing as it was, Vincent had worked there a lot longer than most of the staff so I suppose I should trust his advice.