It was a rather calm night at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. The fluorescent lights along the ceiling being the only source of dim light throughout the restaurant, while the storm outside was providing the only source of sound. without it, it would seem dead silent. Vincent was within the safe room that was only used in case armed robbers came along. Although he was in a room all by himself where nobody could get in, he couldn't shake the feeling that someone would pay him a visit. He kept thinking to himself;
"Nobody is here...You're alone...Why are you so afraid? You have an entire pizzeria to yourself. The whole place is on lockdown. But why can't you settle down?"
The feeling of not being alone was beginning to bug him. That somewhere, outside of the safe room, someone was lurking in the shadows. It wasn't the animatronics he was afraid of, because he dismantled them himself. Eventually, he decided he was done with being a sitting duck. He then opened the door and walked briskly across the dining hall and down the east hallway to the security office. Each step echoing as his weight is distributed on his feet. He then enters through the right-hand door and quickly picks up the camera tablet. With a quick and steady hand, he flicks through the cameras that litter the ceilings and walls. For a brief moment, he finds something on the stage camera. But by the time he realized this, he switched back only to find nothing.
"What the fuck was that? I swear, I think I'm going crazy..."
He decided that maybe staying in the office wasn't such a good decision. So then he takes the tablet and goes back down the hall in an effort to reach the safe room. But upon reaching it, Vincent finds a yellow-green spring suit sporting the appearance of one of the new animatronic characters. "Scratch". He was supposed to be a paid actor rather than a machine so as to appear more lively and not so expensive. "Scratch" was slumped against the wall. Devoid of any life what-so-ever.
"Has he always been there? Oh wait...it's just Scratch...maybe I just ignored him before..."
A couple of hours pass, even though they felt like minutes. Vincent's paranoia was beginning to eat him alive. He always checks the cameras in fear that he someone would come for him. Every time he would find something out of place. Such as the rule board changing every now and again to a newspaper article, Or the posters of Freddy Fazbear changing to some crying children with horrid expressions on their faces.
And then they came into the room.
Vincent recognized them instantly. He was personally an Atheist, Raised in a long line of an Atheist family. so the fact that children that he killed months ago were standing in his doorway was perhaps the scariest thing he has yet to encounter. Each of them had grey, wrinkly skin. with sunken eyes with black shadows. The eyes themselves had black irises with white pupils. And faint red tears of blood streamed down their faces. Each child was wearing what they were wearing at the time of their death. Upon realizing they were the children they killed, Vincent jumped in fear and backed against the wall. And the feeling of absolute terror grew as he saw his 1st victim stepped in from behind the others. The child looked at him with a face of anger and sadness. He began making movements towards Vincent, who in response, runs from him.
Vincent was shouting at every one of them, telling them to go away. Doing everything he could to get them to leave. But alas, his attempts were all in vain. The children remained. Having exhausted all his options, he looks to the Scratch springsuit. Then an idea came to him;
"I could scare the spirits away. Or atleast, convince them that I share the same grave..."
With no other options in sight, he quickly runs to the suit and puts it on as fast as he can. The springs were assisting in the process. And as soon as he put on the head, the children stopped.
"Oh my god...it worked!"
He began to laugh, reveling in his victory. It seemed that all he had to do was ward them away by wearing the Scratch costume. At a moment, he began to relax. It was over.
Or so he thought.
Because at that moment, Vincent heard the worst sound and felt the worst pain he ever could have felt. On several areas of the suit, the springs were dislocated and snapped from their places. They whipped and caused severe muscle lacerations. With muscle and tendons being severed, his movement was not only severely limited, but it also was causing severe blood infections from the rusty springs. Not to mention sliced arteries which caused profuse bleeding. Vincent fell to his knees and slumped against the wall. At that moment, the children were disappearing one by one. And for a few more hours, he was unable to move or scream for help. And by 6AM, he was very weak and on the brink of death.
Vincent died on the way to the hospital.