Things start to pick up from here. Fnaf belongs to Scott Cawthon. Please feel free to review
Chapter 6: Old fears and old tears
Vince got Foxy opened up and jumped back in shock with his hands over his mouth. A dead child was stuffed into Foxy. Vince took a deep breath and started trying to remove the child's body. As soon as he touched the child's body he immediately received a flash of memory. A young boy no older than 10 with red hair and brown eyes wearing a red t-shirt and shorts with a fake hook stood in the parts and service room he was holding a Foxy plush. He saw the sleeve of someone wearing a purple shirt as he sunk his teeth in the man's arm trying to make him drop the blood covered knife. Three boys lied on the floor. All three covered in blood. The boy screamed as the man shook him off and slashed him across the face he couldn't see from his left eye then his throat was cut. Vince let go of the dead child and gasped. He was shaking and felt sick. That's when he heard a voice. The soul of the child appeared tear streaks were on his cheeks. "Can you help me? I'm lost, I can't find my parents and I wanna go home!" The boy was sobbing as he said it. Vince bit the inside of his cheek. He felt his heart break at this. "I-I don't know how to tell you this but y-you died, a long time ago. I'm sorry." Vince said getting to the boy's eye level. He gently wiped away the tears. "I'm dead?" The boy looked around and saw his dead body sitting inside Foxy he completely broke down. "I thought it was just a bad dream." The child sobbed. Vince hugged the ghost boy who just sobbed into his chest, the child apologized repeatedly for everything he did. He apologized for attacking and killing the guards, he apologized for wondering off, and he apologized to Vince for slamming him against the wall. Vince sat there with the boy comforting him for twenty minutes. The child talked to Vince as the purple eyed teen worked. Vince found out that the boy had died roughly eight years ago and unfortunately the flash of memory he saw from the boy was the only memory he had from when he was alive. Which was tragic. Vince got the body out and looked at the poor boy. Vince took a deep breath and finished repairing Foxy. He even upgraded Foxy so he could tell the difference between human and endoskeleton at night. The child stared at his body lying on the floor. Vince sighed as he sat cross legged on the floor next to the boy. "What's gonna happen now?" The ghost asked he was standing next to Vince. "Well I need to call management and ask them what I should do. After all this is my first night on this job." Vince said getting up he took out his phone and dialed his boss's number. He got the answering machine and he left a message about finding a dead child in Foxy. It was 5:30 in the morning. Vince sighed and made sure Foxy's servos weren't locked up. He admired his handiwork. Vince had repaired Foxy's jaw mechanism and had replaced any busted pieces of wires. He tightened anything that was loss too. Oddly enough Foxy wasn't as damaged as he appeared to be. It actually looks like someone had tried to repair Foxy at one point. Vince put away the tools, spare parts and wires. He also put away the sewing kit and spare fabric he found. Foxy actually looked almost new. Vince smiled he felt proud of himself. Even if he didn't like setting foot in Freddy's he still felt kinda fond of the place deep down. "So what's your name anyways?" The ghost boy asked he was floating near Vince who for the first time noticed the chain on the boy's ankle showing that he was bond to Foxy. "My name's Vince, Vince Smith." Vince said introducing himself. "Are you gonna come back and fix the others?" The boy asked looking Vince straight in the eye. "That's what I was hired to do." Vince said he didn't know why but the next part sorta tumbled out. "I could try to get my term extended to more than just five nights. So that way I can visit and help you get to heaven." Vince said the ghost boy smiled and hugged Vince. The six am bells chimed. "I have to get going, I'll see you tonight." Vince said turning off the light above the work table. The ghost boy reentered Foxy as Vince turned the animatronic back on. Foxy blinked his eyes as if clearing his vision. He then smiled at Vince and left the room. Vince waved then he rubbed his eyes. What did I just get myself into? Vince thought as he rubbed his face. He let out a tired sigh as he turned off the light he looked back over his shoulder and the memory flash played again. Vince gulped and left the building he ran into Mike the two exchanged quick goodbyes and Mike got in his car and drove off. Vince leaned against the building and watched the sunrise he was also replaying the night's events in his head. Soon Oliver arrived. "So how was your- what happened to your neck?!" Oliver started to ask how his night went when he saw the huge bruise on Vince's neck. Vince coughed and spent the whole drive telling Oliver everything that happened. Oliver calmly listened as he drove. Oliver was a big believer in the supernatural while Vince had never really believed in ghosts. Granted after the night he's had he believes that his lack of belief in the supernatural may have been destroyed a little. "I think you should keep your promise." Oliver said as the two pulled into the driveway. "Wait really?" Vince asked a bit surprised at the serious tone in his best friend's voice. "Dude you made a promise to help the ghost of a child. If you back out then they'll probably use the animatronics at Freddy's to kill you." Oliver said he sighed. "Listen you get some rest I'll try to look into the day the kid said he died." Oliver said as Vince got out. "Okay and in the meantime I'll see what I can do about the ghosts." Vince said as he fished his keys out of his pocket. "I'll e-mail you whatever I find." Oliver said he was leaning out the car window as Vince got on his porch. "Alright I'll see you later than!" Vince said as Oliver stopped pulled himself back into his car. He waved and pulled out of the driveway as Vince got inside. He went and took a shower then he made himself some toast. Vince was now wearing a pair of boxers and a sleeveless shirt. He went back in to his room. "Okay let's see here." Vince said searching the bookcase in his room until he found what he was looking for. It was an old black book on ghosts. Oliver had given it to him a while back but he hadn't seen a reason to read it until now. Vince climbed into bed, he got under the blanket and started reading.