(So...this is a very self indulgent fic. It will be multi-chapter, and this is the first chapter. The name I have given the Purple Man is Vincent Kabain; the Phone Guy's name is Scott Yamamoto.
Any questions, suggestions, etc, please let me know...enjoy, now.)
Hot and sticky, the air weighed down on Vincent as he walked. The bus had dropped him a bit farther from his destination than he had hoped.
The man's wavy black hair, tied in a ponytail, rested on his shoulder, brushing the top of his golden badge. A purple baseball hat kept it neat. His whole outfit, a violet security guard's uniform, was making the heat even crueler.
Vincent unbuttoned his collar. A small portion of his chest was visible. It became slightly easier for him to breathe.
"About time..."
He grinned, sticking his hands in his pockets and walking towards the brightly colored Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.
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Vincent was nearly asleep. In the security office, the drone of the fan accompanied by his own exhaustion, made him very drowsy.
"Damn." A deep, raspy voice said nearby.
A stout figure stood over Vincent, who's eyes opened groggily.
The security guard was met with the irritated face of his boss looming over him. He smelled of cigarette smoke, his thinning hair matching the shade of his old white shirt.
"Mr. Kabain, I do not have time to deal with this slacking."
Ashes hit his face. Vincent stood up, rounding to face the older, shorter man.
"Yes, sir." His tone was forced but he let a small smile creep onto his face.
The yells and laughter of children playing seemed louder as Vincent and his boss stared at each other.
"My apologies, Mr. Kranz." Nodding curtly, Vincent broke eye contact and plopped himself in the chair, swinging towards the windows.
"I see. Nonetheless, I hired someone to help. I think it would do you well to have a partner..." The old man said, before leaving the office.
"Another idiot to deal with, great." Vincent rolled his eyes. He paused, before something hit him.
"Or a new toy."
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Leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, Vincent waited. He tried to imagine how this situation could unfold. Nothing prepared him for what happened, no matter how long he pondered.
His boss walked towards him, a figure standing in his shadow.
"Here is your new partner. Introduce yourself." He gestured, and a man stepped in front.
The newcomer was almost average height. His clothes were too big for him, his black jeans covered somewhat by his white security uniform top.
Vincent looked up at his shoulders, then his face.
Vincent's eyes widened, and he smirked slightly. The new guard had obnoxious glasses, and bangs that covered parts of his face. His long dark hair was messy and stuck out, but straight.
"Uh, hello, um...I'm Scott. Scott Yamato."
Over the sickeningly kiddie music Vincent swore he could somehow hear the new guard's heartbeat.
