Hey everybody. I know I know, yet another FNAF story. You must all think I'm crazy for running all these stories at once. However, this story is for a special reason. One of my fans on here, a girl whose been with me since the beginning, asked about the possibility of making a story for her little sister. She goes by the username DestroyerXYX and not only has she commented diligently on my stories, she understands my mental process and always seems to pull me out of a slump. When I want to quit fanfiction, or when I wonder why I'm doing this, she's always there to brighten my day. I love all of you guys. You're all wonderful. However, this story is dedicated to her sister. Hope you enjoy Renee.

P.S. Warning for later language, sexual content, and possible gore (this is FNAF after all).

Enjoy.

Why had he gone through with it? Why had he allowed his friends to drag him out like this. Especially when he had work later that night. One young man was currently thinking about this as he sat at the bar of the club he was currently in. He'd been dragged here by his two good friends, but now he was regretting the fact that he didn't fight them. He sighed, running a hand through his jet black hair.

"Hey Scott!" He looked up, blinking emerald green eyes as his friends returned to him, hands intertwined. The elder of the pair had dark hair like his own, deep blue eyes piercing. Beside him stood his boyfriend, a little blonde with pale blue eyes. The elder had called to him, a grin plastered on his face. "C'mon Scott. Don't just sit here. Come join us on the dancefloor." Scott glanced to the mass of people, displeased by the very thought of it.

"I'll pass Mike," he replied, "but you and Jeremy go on." Jeremy frowned but Mike simply shrugged.

"Suit yourself then," Mike replied, turning to head back out. The blonde hurried after him, grinning and giggling the whole way. Scott smiled, turning back to his drink. He always loved seeing his two friends so happy and content.

'Why did I even come here?' he asked himself, eyes sliding shut as he sipped on his drink. He smiled bitterly as he recalled the reason. 'Right. Jeremy and his damn puppy eyes. That boy is just hard to say no to.'

For a long while Scott sat there, sipping on his drink and listening to the music pulsing behind him. The music, he reasoned, wasn't so bad. It was the endless throng of people that he didn't like. Besides, he knew what would inevitably happen if he were to go join Mike and Jeremy. No one ever really hit on Mike since his personality could turn explosive in less than a second and most people around here knew that. Jeremy was definitely gawked at on the dancefloor, but no one dared take on the explosive boy with him so he was safe as well.

Scott wasn't stupid. He knew how people looked at him. He and Mike had multiple similarities, but they were key differences as well. Scott, while he certainly didn't take anyone's shit, wasn't quite as anger driven as Mike was. And he had a habit of getting overly embarrassed when someone approached him. He was shocked more people didn't approach him at the bar, but he supposed his looks might help. Fairly tall with dark hair and brown eyes. He could pull the intimidation card fairly well, and most of the guys trying to score a lay stalked inside the mass of dancers. No...he was safer out here.

Or so he thought.

It was barely a few minutes later when a hand swept over his back. He looked up from the corner of his eye, seeing a brunette sliding into the seat beside him. He eyed him carefully, sipping on his drink. "Hey cutie," the man said, voice dripping with false sweetness, "name's Daniel." Scott chose to ignore him, hoping the male would eventually leave. Instead the brunette placed a hand on his thigh, squeezing.

"Do you mind?" He hissed, not at all amused. That hand moved higher, and he slapped it away.

"Oh c'mon cutie pop," he said, leaning closer, "don't you wanna have some fun?" Before Scott could deck the poor idiot, a hand grabbed his shirt, hauling the startled male up.

"Look you creep," came a dark voice, "he's not interested. Now why don't you run along." The male pulled away, grumbling as he left. Scott sighed.

"Thanks," he said, about to take another sip of his drink. A hand grabbed it, tugging it from his grasp. "Hey!"

"Trust me," the guy said, "you don't wanna drink that. God knows what he spiked it with. One sip and you'd likely be high as a kite." Scott blinked. When had the guy spiked his drink?

"Uh...thanks then." Then he actually deigned to look over at the guy who'd helped him. The man was tall and thin, dark brown hair messy. A single violet streak ran through the man's bangs, giving him an odd sort of feel. He glanced over, grin feral. Dark violet eyes like amethysts met his own, piercing him.

"I should go," the guy said, "I've got work other than saving fools like yourself from drunk perverts."

"Fool?" Scott retorted, anger sprucing. The guy glanced back, winking.

"A cute fool, but a fool nonetheless," he replied before walking off. He blushed, staring after him. He wasn't sure what to think of this man.

'Work...I should get going too.' He stood, paid for his drink, and took off.

'Alright, let's get this over with.' Scott sighed as he headed for his office. Apparently the boss had decided that he needed another hand on the night shift. Someone else to keep an extra eye out. 'I so don't need a damn partner.' He entered the room, tossing his things into the desk. 'I wonder who'll I'll end up with this time. I always get stuck with idiots that have no value for their own life.'

The job wasn't an easy one. Most assumed that a six hour night guard shift in a pizzeria wouldn't be so bad, but those people had never been in Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria after midnight. They'd never been around when everything went downhill. Scott had been at this job for a few weeks, and other than his boss and two friends, no one truly knew the horrors. Most either died or were marked insane.

'This new guy better not get me killed.' He internally hissed, setting up the cameras. 11:57. Three minutes until showtime.

Footsteps sounded as another person entered the room. "About time," he said without even turning around, "this isn't a game you realize. Set your stuff down and get ready for one hectic night." A chuckle sounded and Scott rolled his eyes.

"Aw c'mon cutie pop," came an eerily familiar voice. The tone was nearly mocking. "Don't you wanna have some fun?" Scott turned, staring at the man standing behind him. Violet eyes met his. "Shocked to see me?"

"Why are you here?" He asked. The man grinned.

"What?" he teased, "not happy to see me?" Scott frowned.

'He's a lot more...annoying all of a sudden.' He turned away, doing a quick camera check. Everything was in its place.

"What? You ignoring me now? And here I thought we had a little something back there."

"Just come over here and sit down," Scott said with a huff. The man approached and sat beside him, lounging back a bit. 'This idiot. Does he even realize what this job is like? I doubt it.' The man shifted closer, leaning on the table before them.

"So cutie pop," the man said with a feral grin. Scott growled, shooting him a warning look before checking the clock. 11:59. So close. Time to get focused. "What? Am I not allowed to know your name? We are working together after all."

'I doubt that will stand true for very long,' he thought bitterly. "Scott," he muttered.

"Scott? Nice name." The man smirked. "Name's Vincent. Pleasure to be working with you." Scott rolled his eyes before the clock ticked. Midnight. Time for the nightly show.

"Yeah sure," he said, flipping the cameras to the main stage as they entered their night power mode. Everything was in its place so he flipped them off again. "Let's just do our damn job alright?"

"Sure thing Scotty," Vincent said, ignoring his look of disgust, "just tell me where to go and I'll manage the doors. After all, you seem to know those cameras pretty well already." Scott opened his mouth to comment, before deciding that it was probably the best strategy.

"Fine," he said, flipping the camera on again. Bonnie was staring at the camera, standing before the stage now. "I guess it's showtime."

So there you have it. I'm going to try and cycle through my stories in a sort of time frame, but forgive me if I get behind on one. I have a lot entering finals week right now, so who knows when I'll update next. After finals I go home. Back to no internet for nearly a month. I'll do my best guys but no promises.

Anyway, hope you enjoy your Christmas gift Renee. I'll make sure this story blows your mind.

Bye for now!