OOOHHHH! I absolutely LOVE meh Vincent character. Insanity is attractin'… lol, just kidding. Anyway, I hope you like it, despite the fact that it's short. Don't worry, I'll get back to Jessica, John, Marla, Lamar, and Jason.

Chapter 4

Carlton came back to consciousness, but didn't open his eyes. His head hurt and his body was being pricked with a sensation that he remembered all too well. When he tried to move, his head began to pound and he felt his stomach start to cramp with a nauseating feeling. After about three minutes, the painful impression resided, leaving him to his thoughts once more. A movement sounded beside him and he forced his eyes opened, only to see darkness. Trying to turn his head didn't work as he was somehow restrained, but something told him that he shouldn't be surprised when he opened his eyes to look at his prison. This is déjà vu. He thought wryly.

The teenager heard Vincent's voice from in front of him and strained through the dark wall to see streams of light filtering in. Where am I? The frustration got to him and hurt his head even more.

Suddenly the darkness that surrounded him was knocked out of place, and standing before him was Charlie and Vincent. As soon as the lack of light disappeared, he looked down and groaned loudly when he noticed that he was wedged inside the mid-section of a mascot costume.

"Why is it always me…?" He muttered to himself.

. . .

Charlie's breath caught in her throat when she saw Carlton inside an old suit. The suit looked as if it used to be some sort of a bright orange, but faded into an ugly color of dirty brown. His head poked out of the no doubt spring lock-rigged costume and had a pained expression painted on his face.

"Carlton…" she wheezed, unable to get a good amount of air in her lungs.

Vincent smirked, his lips quirked into a cruel grin. "Yeah, I figured since you killed my father inside a spring lock suit, I should do the same to your friend here. That way you'd find out what it feels like to lose someone close to you."

His last words pushed her to the brink. Charlie yelled in anger and swung her hand around to land a swift punch in his belly, but before her arm got halfway there, she felt something grab both of her wrists and hold them tight behind her back.

The thing that grabbed her leaned down to her ear, a horrid stench creeping into her nostrils as it spoke.

"Thought I'd be gone, did you?" It laughed melodiously. "Oh no, I am still quite here." The animatronic tightened his grip, holding her arms in a death squeeze.

She felt the blood drain from her face as Vincent nonchalantly pulled a knife from his pocket.

"It seems that children these days don't understand what it means to truly die," he stroked the blade with his index finger, "and I suppose that you're one of them."

Charlie screwed up her face in anger. "I'm not a child," she spat at him. "So what are you going to do? Kill me?" Her voice rose to a high-pitched screech.

Vincent chuckled. His mouth twisted in a wide grin as he held up the knife horizontally, a hand clutched lightly to each side with his left index finger raised a bit. "No… I should, but no. You're going to watch as I kill him!" He laughed loudly, enjoying her terror.

"You're insane!" She screamed. "What did I ever do to you?!"

He stopped and stared at her, rage creeping into his gaze.

"What did you ever do to me?" He asked lowly, his voice rising quickly. "What did you ever do to me?! You killed my father! He was the only family left after mom was murdered, and you're lucky that I'm even letting you live!" Vincent snarled at her, his eyes blazing and his body shaking in anger.

"Your father was a murderer himself!" She retorted, screeching back at him. "He killed Michael, my brother, Sammy, and three other children! Heck, I wouldn't be surprised if he was the one who killed your mother!" Charlie fought to free herself from Springtrap's hold, but he didn't budge.

"You never learn, do you?!" He stepped towards her in rage. "My dad risked his life to save my mother, and the only reason he ever went insane and killed all of those children is because he felt he had nobody left to talk to! He felt alone, he felt like an outcast. Even when your father invited him to places and spent time with him and he seemed happy, it was only to cover up for the ultimate turmoil he felt inside!" Vincent's eyes went wild as he continued. "So he killed. He killed and killed, hoping to ease his pain, imagining each time that the child he ended up offing was the person responsible for mom's death! But nothing worked. Pretty soon he felt as if he needed to, like it was his pain reliever. Now he and I both want the same thing…" He took one more step, leaning over her. "To get revenge for the pain you caused us." In a flash his arm shot forward and took hold of her shoulder. He cut her right bicep with his knife, causing blood to flow from a two inch long gash.

She screamed out in agony and shook him off her, only to see him back away himself with an amused look on his face. Desperately she tried to pull away from Springtrap's grasp, but found him holding on tighter.

"Let me go!" She screeched at Vincent. "You're insane!"

The teenager smirked. "Of course I am. I am my father's son." Without further ado, he motioned to Springtrap to let her go.

As soon as Charlie felt the robot's massive paws retract, she sprang at him. Vincent's eyes widened and he stepped to the side making her fall awkwardly to her right, and her arm seared with pain as she slid a few feet on her gash.

"Good try," he remarked, "but not good enough."

Charlie coughed and stood up, glaring at him.

"Just wait until the rest of us find you," she threatened, pointing a finger at him, "you'll be dead for sure!"

When Vincent started laughing, she stared at him, confused.

"Are you serious?" He chuckled menacingly. "I've already dealt with them. They've got four visitors… oh, plus the older animatronics just waiting to see them." Charlie widened her eyes, gasping. "Oh, that's right. I programmed the animatronics to go after adults during nightfall… why do you think they all went crazy last time?" he spoke lowly. "And would you look at that? It's eight o'clock right now! Looks like they're out of time…"