How It All Began (part one)

Introducing the company to Jeremy over the phone without actually recording, hmmmmmm, and working in the pizzeria during his shift, the Phone Guy's voice could be heard throughout the whole building, "Hello? Hello hello? Hey, welcome to your new… exciting career! …... " The Phone Guy was explaining the role of a night guard at Freddy's, and completely unaware of the one in the dark watching him. The Phone Guy let out a sigh, hanging up the phone there after explaining to Jeremy a billion times that so long as he does as he instructed, that everything will be…. okay. Phone Guy kept thinking about… this. This whole company and their need to dodge the inevitable shut downs, and to constantly bury the past only to unearth it over and over. He lifted his spirits and thought in a different light, about the strength this company has to keep pressing through hardship…. and he smiled. The Phone Guy brought his glasses up to meet his eyes, and he began to check those cameras.

He glanced at Foxy, of course Foxy is the first that Phone Guy wants to look at….. "Hemmm… Foxy.", escaped Phone Guy's lips that had formed a light smile. Breaking the curse of seeing his favorite animatronic for the night, his professionalism at the job just took over. He kept a note in his head of Foxy just being on a camera, and he looked for the others. He wound the music box in disgust, looked to see if Toy Chica and Toy Bonnie were in their proper places to create an educated guess on how difficult this night was going to be… and of course they weren't. He took a second from the cameras to check the hallway and vents. He saw Toy Bonnie walk into the room immediately, doing more than just supposedly looking at the face that gives the only sensible sound when you're on night shift. "Well, o-kay then!", Phone Guy said, nervously taking his mask of might, and slapping it to his face.

These slow, long wished-for hours were moving on through like a damn car with no potential to move any faster than the slow speed it's going, and the Phone Guy just takes it all in. Dealing with BB's shitty game by keeping that Freddy mask on his face, and also warding off Foxy with the flashlight just like that. The bell called for six o'clock, and with the time changing it's course did the Phone Guy get an extended plastic arm that he has next to his desk to pat Foxy on the head as all the animatronics freeze back up once again. He let his glasses drop a tiny fraction from his eyes, and he wiped down the phone he uses in this location with a wipe, gripping that extended arm whilst not noticing this golden figure creeping around him. That's the Phone Guy's downside…. when he doesn't suspect danger, his alert goes down to zero percent.

When the Phone Guy had stepped out of the building, he chuckled in relief and took in the sunrise. As he sniffed the fresh air in preparation to drive home, his face went blank when he heard the doors to the pizzeria open and close, and he looked back to see…. the man in purple! Phone Guy gulped, he wished that anybody in the world but him walked out of that door.

"Vincent! Vincent, what were you doing in the building? You work day shift, you don't have to come here at this hour!", the Phone Guy yelled through trembling lips. "Why are you distressed? I didn't come here for work, I came here to learn from my Senpai's abilities. Can you please come over here, I want to learn more about this company.", the Purple Guy said calmly with a sly smirk. Phone Guy knows this face well, ever since Vincent was hired and the Phone Guy taught him how to use a spring-lock suit, and teaching him all of the precautions he must take to be safe while using this dangerous mechanism. Wearing this face was the Purple Guy in the past, and now too in the present. The Phone Guy was creeped out by this smile, but yet….. it gave him this strange feeling he can't quite put a finger on, and he doesn't wish to discover it for the sake of retaining his sanity. He slowly walked towards Vincent, his alert skyrocketing through the ceiling in nervousness. "What is it that you want to learn about the company?", the Phone Guy asked sternly. "Actually, heh. It's not about the company at a-", the Purple Guy's statement was shut out when the Phone Guy burst out yelling, "Don't waste my time! I'm tired and I want to go home!", and he attempted to turn away from Purple Guy. "You can't.", Vincent mewed. And as soon as Phone Guy turned away, he made a sound like he accidentally burned his finger on a stove when Vincent gripped his wrist very tightly, and slammed his body to the wall. The Purple Man let go of his wrist and put his two hands on the wall firmly to keep his prey concealed in between them.

Everywhere Phone Guy was shaking now, and he made a small cry when Purple Guy licked him from his collarbone all the way up to his cheekbone. The Phone Guy's eyes were closed, and his mouth was made open by surprise. When he began to slowly open his eyes again, Vincent's voice became passionate and he said, "Please, help me. When I hear you, and think about you… I become animalistic. I need your ass soon. Okay, darling?"

Phone Guy had been blushing for quite a minute. He just couldn't create a facade of emotion right at this moment, leaving the true feelings vulnerable that he is attracted to the devil right in front of him. Vincent looked down to see that his Senpai is no stranger to giving what he wants, and he ran fingers over Phone Guy's concealed erection in amazement. "He he he, seems to me you actually like this kind of shit. I knew it.", Purple Guy rushed words through chuckles, and he made a fast motion to take out his Senpai's boner. "N-no! Not here!", Phone Guy cried out. Vincent raised an eyebrow and asked, "Huh, why the fuck not?", and he continued.

Purple Guy smiled when he finally uncovered the Phone Meister's penis, and he's giving it good, strong, strokes, almost like he waited forever to be able to do that. Phone Guy's back had arched off of the wall, and Vincent began to suck and lightly nibble on his clothed nipples. Purple Guy wanted to hear the sweet mews of the Phone Guy, and he got it alright. Vincent didn't dial Phone Guy's numbers for a climax at all… and he let go of his shaft.

"Save it for tomorrow, I'll be at your house when you come back from your shift.", said the Purple Guy, and he ran quickly from the pizzeria, leaving Phone Guy with his discombobulated self, that damn bastard. The Phone Guy relaxed himself to the floor for a second and tried to get his thoughts back together again. He adjusted the glasses that were fighting to stay onto his face, took a deep breath, and managed to get himself up and moving into his car. Phone Guy started up the vehicle with a desire for nothing else but to go home….. he didn't believe that it was the man in purple who made him that way, and he decided to not let Purple Guy have what he wants…

To Be Continued...

Note:

Thank you for sticking with the work I wrote! So yeah, I decided to make a second chapter. When daydreaming, I thought about the chapter I first wrote and thought, "Gosh, how did they meet and how did it turn into this?", so I decided to write this! Part two will be here soon enough, so don't worry. Stay colorful, and have a great day! ;)