(YAY! You're back! A/N This is a sequel to Five night's of Revenge, which is a sequel to Five Night's of Return. Ah, you get the gist of it~ Now, this story does contain a ship that will be used throughout the story. So if you don't like romacy stuff...Well still read it, just skip past all the romantic parts of the story. This is another collab with CrystalDusk, and SoumaKumiko14 did the cover image (I have an image in it's place right now, since work still needs to be done) But enough chit-chat from me, lets get to this amazingly awesome story)

(Balloon Boy P.O.V)

Renovations. Renovations. Renovations.

That's the only thing that's been going on for the past three years, and I'm not too happy about it. In fact, nobody is happy about it. All of us are just stuffed into the basement, while they rebuild the whole pizzeria. I mean, it's great we'll have business again, but being stuffed in the basement was a real pain. But, as certain rooms were completed, we were taken out, and put into our rooms.

And after three years, everything's finally done.

Everything is brand new, the whole place expanded quite a bit. Now, Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica have their old stage back, and Foxy went back to a new and improved Pirate Cove. The Toy animatronics, also got their stage back, and Mangle was once again the take apart exhibit. Marion was back at the prize corner, popping out every so often.

As for me;

I got a little balloon cart. I mean, it was pretty cool, and all the construction workers seemed to overly use the word 'cute'. I really didn't have a problem with it though, other things were plaguing my mind.

More like someone. And that someone was Silver.

I've just been waiting and waiting, and after the grand re-opening. I realized she hadn't been there, which honestly upset me a little. Though mostly kids were there and, well I thought maybe she just couldn't make it. Yeah, that had to be it.

She didn't forget about me, did she? No! T-That's preposterous! She would never forget about me. I knew it.

But now, after the re-opening today, I was tired, even though I hadn't moved at all in the 12 hours I'd been standing. Switching back into my human form, I decided to explore the place a bit. After all, it was a quiet Friday. Tomorrow we're closed for job inquires, and we're also closed on Sunday for the exact same reason. It was weird how you open for one day, then close for the entire weekend.

Stupid.

Wondering around, I noticed that after one day, the walls were covered in drawings. I was actually quite happy to see that many of these kids still cared for us. It made me very happy.

After wondering around a bit, I made my way into the basement going to check in that small closet.

In the basement, they kept the uniforms. I would always go down there, and check which uniforms had been taken, then that would mean the job was taken. Even though the inquiries started tomorrow. A few people would come in earlier to get the good jobs.

I walked slowly into the dark basement, with little light coming from the open basement door, I was able to make my way to the closet. I reached up and opened it, slowly walking into the closet. I looked up at the rack, seeing lots of uniforms still there, I listed them quietly under my breath;

"Cook, Janitor, 6 assistant cooks, 12 waiters guess someone took one, Day Guards, N-"

Both Night Watch outfits were gone. Meaning that two people had already snagged the job, with a double shift...

Silver would come alone...she wouldn't come with someone else, and when I checked this morning they were both still there. Oh no. Had someone else taken the job already? Maybe I could head to the Main Office, check the Staff Book...

"Find somethin interesting little buddy~?"

I literally had a small heart attack, spinning around I stopped clean in my tracks. As I glared him right in his violet eyes...

"You..." I growled.

"Oh yes I know~ We haven't seen each other in quite awhile~ I suppose you're still checking to see if she got the job, huh?" Vincent smirked, leaning on the door frame.

"That's none of your business," I crossed my arms. I simply walked out past him, and surprisingly, he did absolutely nothing but turn around to face me.

"You should feel honored~ After all I came here to talk to you~" He laughed in a prideful tone.

"Honored? Looks like we have different definitions of the word," I sneered.

"Aw come on now, you don't even know what I want to talk about~" Vincent whined.

"Well, spit it out," I huffed, turning around, and to my surprise he had already pulled up a chair and he sat there with one leg on his lap.

"Now, about Silver-"

"I'm not telling you anything!" I interjected.

"No my boy, you've got the wrong idea~" He smiled.

"What..." I trailed off.

"Facts boy, I only need facts~" Vincent shrugged. He seemed like it was no big deal, like I would just give him the answers, the smug look on his face spoke for him. And I didn't want any part of this.

"I'm not telling you anything," I turned my back to him, gripping my arms and I crossed them. With his past record, he would do anything to get something he wanted to receive, and nothing had changed. He was still an unacceptable, crummy man. "Why would you need facts about her anyways. I could only assume it's for a bad outcome."

"Hm, you're still quite stubborn," Vincent smirked.

"Stubborn as I'll ever be. I'm not telling you anything," I spat.

"Feisty aren't we~ Well you know how I can fix that~" He smiled

"Even if you were doing this for a good reason. Which is absolutely preposterous, hurting me isn't going to get you anywhere," I sighed.

"Oh, that's what you think," Vincent's grin grew wider, "I can do lots of things, and get loads of outcomes."

I smiled,

"Just like you tried to trick Silver? Oh wait? That failed because of your big mouth," I snickered.

Vincent laughed, the total opposite of what I was expecting.

"The past is in the past. Leave it there. Now onto business-"

"No." I interjected again.

"Ugh, come on! Come on little boy~ I know you have something~" Vincent smiled.

"Listen, I don't know a thing about her, you're talking to the wrong kid," I huffed.

"Oh am I? I know she's spilled her history out in front of you, give me the goods boy~" He smiled.

I growled, he wasn't even close to stopping...

"What," I turned around, "You gonna take notes?"

But to my shock he pulled a small notepad out of his shirt pocket, and he grabbed the pen that hung onto his shirt pocket.

"Ready when you are~" Vincent sang. Sighing, I crossed my arms. Thinking of any information I knew that would get him off track in whatever he was trying to do. "I know what you're thinking~ Don't pull my leg boy~"

Great.

I uncrossed my arms and smiled,

"Fact number one, she hates your guts~"