A/N: Hey-o readers! So, I'm supposed to be finishing up the next chapter for my other story, Around We Go, but my muse left me and I was struck with the urge to write this. Note: THIS WILL CONTAIN HOMOSEXUAL PAIRINGS. If that bothers you, you can either leave OR you can check out my other FNAF fanfiction mentioned above which contains NO homosexual pairing (yes, shameless self-advertising)

Other note: Characters are Rebornica's, not mine, though I guess the actual characters belong to Scott.

So with that, here we go!

Prompt: He'd never been a gambling man.

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Phone sighed.

Since he'd seen the tapes of Vince- Vincent, not Vince anymore- murdering those poor kids, the many, many questions in his head swirled about, unanswered. Mostly: why?

"Why would you do something like that, Vince-Vincent?" He muttered under his breath, catching himself with the nickname. "I wanted to be your friend." Maybe even a little more. He shook his head clear of the thoughts. He should focus on his job.

Speaking of his job, yes, the place was closing down, but the boss had requested he stay to guard the place anyway, even if the animatronics weren't present. They had been packaged—for what or where they were going-he had no idea, but he was glad. It would be quiet tonight.

Maybe he could actually catch up on his sleep for once.

He settled himself in the swivel chair, and propped up his feet on the desk, hands resting on the back of his head.

"Psst. Helloooooo~?"

His eyes shot open. His feet slid off the desk's surface and planted themselves firmly on the ground. His hands gripped the armrests.

An intruder. Of course. And the last thing he wanted to do was call the police, he'd never had a good experience with them, but that was a story for another time. Besides, it's not like he should call them seeing as how dealing with intruders was part of his job as security. . .

"My one quiet night? Really?" Phone asked no one. He unhooked the cheap plastic flashlight from his belt loop and flicked it on, venturing into the west hallway.

The small circle of light didn't really light up much but it did the job, dimly lighting his path as he made his way into the dining room. The stage was empty, the tables gone.

Phone froze.

A lone wooden chair stood in the middle of the room, a spotlight on it.

The night guard stood there awkwardly for a moment, unsure whether to approach or not, and finally decided to come closer. He stood in front of it, brows furrowing. "Hello? I-I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave . . . hello?" He looked left and right, confused.

"Hello."

Phone jumped, and whirled around, only for someone to grasp his shoulders tightly and give him a good shove.

He yelped, stumbling back, tripped and sat down hard in the chair. Cold metal restraints appeared from the arms of the chair to lock his wrists in place. The now broken flashlight rolled away. "What-what the fuck-!" He exclaimed in surprise.

"You've got a dirty mouth, Phone. I like that."

Phone stiffened. Wait a minute . . . that . . . that voice. He'd heard it before. He swallowed hard. "Vi . . . Vincent?"

The guard stared in shock as someone stepped forth from the shadows. A man, dressed in a completely purple suit(and no he did not look handsome). Vincent. He tilted his head to the side, eyes completely white, and glowing. "Yes?"

Phone opened his mouth to say something but Vincent interrupted him. "You know. . ." The killer frowned, feigning hurt. "You ratted me out. That wasn't very nice."

The trapped man searched for something to say, and managed. "I know you're angry. But I don't care." He could feel the heat of defiance and anger build in his chest. "You killed those kids! Why?"

When Vincent didn't respond, he shot out another question. "Why did you come back, anyway? To kill me?"

But Vincent had gone and was nowhere in sight. "Vincent! I swear-!" He trailed off as he heard music begin to play.

Place your bets, ladies and gentleman, place your bets.

Ooooooh Ahhhhh oh, oooooh ah oh, oooooOOooooooh I~

I met you once, I loved you twice

That's the way this tale begins, the former night guard drawled with a smooth deep baritone.

Phone's shoulders slumped. "You came here to sing? Are-are you serious?!" He cried incredulously.

Unsurprisingly, he was ignored.

I played my hand, I rolled the dice

Now I'm paying for my sins

"By that you mean killing five human beings, right?"

I got some bad addiction, baby, it's you—yeah, yeah, that's right

And I feel you taking over me

Could luck be a lady in here toniiiiiiight

He appeared on the stage, a cane in hand and a violet fedora atop his head. He swung it about in time with the song, looking like one of those old-timey performers way back when.

My odds are stacked

I've never been a gambling man

I've never had the winning hand

But for you I'd lose it alllllllllll~

Phone tensed, and felt himself heat up with embarrassment. The purple man's eyes never left his as he sang.

My odds are stacked

I've never been a gambling man

I've never had the winning hand

But for you I'd lose it allllllllll~

(Baby I'd lose it all)

He leapt off the stage, landing with all the gracefulness as if he stepped off a curb. He approached Phone, still singing strong and loud as he tapped his feet in an odd but endearing (?) dance.

Baeeeeeeeeee-by

Oh, could you be the queen of hearts

Or the devil in disguise?

The man winked.

With every move

I'm blinded by those diamonds in your eyes

I got some bad addiction, baby, it's you—yeah, yeah, that's right

And I feel you taking over me

Could luck be a lady in here toniiiiiiiight

Hey, I'm not a woman! Phone wanted to shout, but he didn't have the heart to interrupt. Damn that man can sing. He mentally slapped himself. You're not supposed to be enjoying this!

My odds are stacked

I've never been a gambling man

I've never had the winning hand

But for you I'd lose it alllllllllll~

My odds are stacked

I've never been a gambling man

I've never had the winning hand

But for you I'd lose it alllllllllll~

(Baby I'd lose it all)

I'm raptured in your sweet lovin' but it feels just like a curse

You're beneath my skin, I start tremblin' with this love so dangerous

Vincent reached out with one hand to momentarily brush his fingers beneath his chin and along his jaw, with a grin that rivaled the Cheshire cat.

Phone gulped.

Place your bets, I want you to place your bets

Vincent snapped his fingers with the beat.

Why don't you just place your bets on me?

It continued like this until the song ended, the killer dancing and singing circles around his chair, the heat spreading more and more on Phone's face. Good thing his head was already red. The spotlights shone and spun around them in different colors until the very last lyric, all of them shutting down with the exception of the one on Phone.

Vincent leaned in close, and Phone stammered a bit leaning back till the back of his head touched the chair. His heart beat hard in his chest, the criminal's white gaze piercing through him. He leaned in closer-

But for you, I would lose it alllll~

-and Phone felt lips press softly against his cheek. His eyes opened (he honestly didn't even know when he had shut them) and realized that both Vincent and the cuffs were gone. His reached up a hand to press his fingers to his flushed cheek, and groaned inwardly and outwardly, sighing.

He shook his head again, scooped up his flashlight, and made his way back to the office.

Unaware of a curling smirk and a pair of white eyes watching him.

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A/N: Ok, first, I know Phone doesn't really have eyes, considering he has a phone for a head, but just go with it :P And by all means, if any purple phone shippers(that's my name for it XD) out there have any ideas or prompts let me know in a review! If one of these oneshots gets really popular, I might make it into a full-fledged story, we'll have to see. And let me have a bit of input—did they seem in character? I wasn't too sure about Phone Guy so I'd appreciate anything! *waves* Buh Byye~!