This is not my original addiction. This is based on Rebornica's Au. So im guessing I don't have to tell you that Vincent's addiction is toast. Oh…wait…I just did. I also used a scene from one of his/her comics but I altered it a little. So I'm giving credit where credit is due. Im Vincent lives with Phone Guy whom I'm naming Scott. FNaF belongs to Scott Cawthorne.

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"AAAH SCOTT HELP!" Vincent shouted from the kitchen, almost breaking all the glass and porcelain within a 5 mile radius of him.

Scott jolted awake, his well deserved sleep disturbed, most likely for something stupid, and ran down the stairs in aid of his "friend".

"Oh my gosh! Vincent what's wrong?!" Scott asked worriedly, his adrenaline kicking in.

" It's horrible! Completely terrible! Just awful!"

"What Vincent? What is it?"

"Its hopeless I tell you. Hopele-"

"Just tell me what's wrong!" Scott said as he entered the kitchen.

" We're out of toast!" Vincent whined.

Yep, it was definitely something stupid. Scott's eye twitched, was never a good sign. A vein in his head started throbbing visibly. Worry was replaced with rage, fueled by irritation. He balled a hand into a fist, lifted it up and punched Vincent.

"You tell me." Scott answered angrily

Vincent paused for a moment. Looking as if he was trying to figure out what exactly angered the usually cool man. Suddenly the answer clicked in the child murderer's head.

" Are you mad at me because I woke you up for a dumb reason?" the murderer asked innocently

" Ding Ding Ding! Give the idiot a gold star!"

Scott sighed in irritation as he mad his way back up the carpet covered stairs.

" Anyway, that's not important right now. What is important is that we are out of bread which means no more toast." Vincent said, completely forgetting that his complaint was the main reason that got him punched the first time.

Scotts eye twitched again, but he sighed in exasperation. Vincent was so childish at time that one would never guess he murdered children and was completely psychotic. The guards didn't know, so why would anyone else know. On the other hand, he could be so mature at times that one would think that he so should own a multi million dollar company instead of scrapping in a crappy pizza place.

" I really shouldn't have taken you in when your house burned down." Scott said with a tone of regret.

Scott gave up on the idea of trying to go to sleep and sat down next to Vincent in the living room chair. It was one of those houses were the living room was. in the same general area as the kitchen.

" it's not my fault…entirely. Besides no one else would take me in."

" And I wonder why." Scott said giving Vincent ' the look'.

" But you know you still appreciate my presence."

Scott scoffed as he said " Since all hope of me ever going back to sleep is flushed down the toilet, I'd might as well get some errands needed to be done done. You need me to do anything for you."

" Buy bread." Vincent blurted instantaneously

" No. You are doing that yourself."

" Since I'm on house arrest."

" Shouldn't have driven you motorcycle into the neighbor's pool."

Vincent shrugged non chalantly as he pointed to the toaster whispering creepily " bread plus toaster equals toast."

Scott rolled his eyes. He was annoyed with the man's obsession for the slightly burnt carbohydrate product. Within a week, an entire loaf of bread was consumed by Vincent and Vincent alone. Scott had never seen the purple haired man eat anything else, but was sure he ate other stuff. It would be very unhealthy to eat only bread. A person would become very sick if he ate only bread 24/7. And Vincent seemed perfectly healthy. But you never know with him.

On multiple occasions he found the night guard breaking into the surrounding houses to steal their bread. At first, the phone guy found it amusing that the purple wearing killer would go great lengths for the wheat product. SooSn it started to cause Scott problems. He was being questioned by authorities regarding Vincent's behavior and actions. For some reason, Scott was being held responsible for Vincent legally. Don't asked how it happened. It just did.

Scott, redressed and revamped for the day, drove to the store and bought everything including 3 loaves of bread. And as you can guess, for Vincent specifically. One problem was taken care of, now the chores were next. However, Vincent was like a ghost when it came to chores. He always disappeared. As he drove along the highway, he needed to figure out a way to bribe the man child. He glanced at the loaf of bread sticking out of the bag in the passenger seat. The gears in his head starting clicking as he realized his trump card. He grinned to himself evilly as a plan conceived in his head.

As Scott walked up to the front door he opened the first bag of bread and walked towards the kitchen. Chuckling, he dropped the single slice in the toaster and pushed the lever down. A minute passed, the scent of toast wafted to the kitchen. A few seconds later, and a purple blur sped into the kitchen, grabbing the ejected piece of toast in midair.

Vincent stood with the toast in his mouth as he walked towards the living room, just to be tackled by Scott.

" Ah ha! I knew my plan would work!" Scott shouted victoriously

" Damn! I knew this was a trap! You never make toast!" Vincent hissed

" Now…" Scott said with a smirk "…you have some chores to do. Starting with picking up your socks

" No"

" Do it."

" Never."

" Then I will never buy another loaf of bread as long as long as you are under house arrest."

" Double damn." Vincent hissed again." Fine I'll do it"

As Vincent reluctantly picked up his socks, Scott grinned triumphantly. Scott had found his perfect blackmail material.

*INITIATE MONTAGE*

* WHATEVER MUSIC YOU CHOOSE WOULD WORK WITH THIS *

Vincent uses his extraordinary sense of smell to detect a piece of toast on the kitchen table. As Vincent grabs it, Scott, who was hiding under the table, grabs his legs and yanks him under. Scott looks at Vincent with a smile as he says" Clean the bathroom." Vincent curses under his breath as he is marched to the bathroom by Scott. Bucket and toilet brush in hand.

A piece of toast has been used as bait for a mouse trap. Vincent decides to quickly grab the toast before his hand is trapped. He believes he is quick enough but is not. His hand a trapped and he yells in agony as the trap cuts off his blood circulation. Scott, who heard the yells, quickly runs aver to Vincent, since he was nearby, releases Vincent's hand from the trap and escorts him to his room. Once the two arrives, Scott whispers into Vincent's ears " Clean your room Vincent." Vincent once again curses under his breath as looks at his version of ' the chair'.

Vincent walks outside. As far as his bracelet would allow him. A box is on the front porch, labeled for Vincent. Hoping it is bread, Vincent opens it but finds a letter instead. It written by Scott it capitalized, bold, italicized and Underlined writing that looks like it was written with fresh blood.

MOW THE DAMN LAWN! IT LOOKS LIKE A FREAKING JUNGLE! I KNOW YOUR ANKLE BRACELET CAN CIRCLE THE ENTIRE PERIMETER WITHOUT ANY PROBLEMS!

" S-Scary." Vincent whimpers, as he doesn't want to ignite the flames of Scott's surfacing wrath.

*END MONTAGE AND MUSIC*

Vincent let out a sigh. Scott had found out his weakness and was using it against him, to make him do chores. He couldn't help himself. He was addicted to the food. He opened a copy of his favorite book. Fifty Shades of Toast.

" I want some toast." He grumbled.

Mind you, it was 3 a.m. in the morning. The guards didn't have to go to work this week. From what Vincent heard, the animatronics pretty much wrecked the place though Freddy probably made them clean the mess up.

As he pressed the lever to toast the white slice, the toaster made an empty clacking sound as smoke rose up out of it. Vincent refrained from cursing as the toaster continued breaking down. Vincent thought that Scott might have sabotaged toaster but pushed the idea aside just as fast. Since at the time he was off house arrest, he could go outside and buy his own bread. He wrapped his purple scarf around his neck, because around this time it would be chilly. He took Scott's keys and hopped in his car.

At around 3: 10 a.m., arrived at the only convenient store that was open at this time. Vincent quickly made his way to the appliance section and picked up the same brand toaster. Not many people were in the store, for obvious reasons. He headed to the register as the cashier grumbled, unaware that Vincent could hear him. " I cant believe our dumb boss made this an open 24 hour store. What kind of idiot would be up, out and awake at this time? Doesn't he know I need my sleep, unlike this idiot in the front of me."

Vincent furrowed his brows as he said " Don't you know you that idiots like you shouldn't talk dirt about a person whose listening?"

The cashier, not wanting to be roasted by Vincent who had quite a few insults up his sleeve, quickly apologized as he placed the box in the bag. Vincent yanked the bag from the cashier's hand and stormed out the building. Vincent drove home and immediately headed towards the kitchen. He opened the box and set the appliance up. He put the bread in the new toaster and waited eagerly.

Scott, who had gotten up to use the bathroom face palmed as he found Vincent hugging the toaster as he munched on a piece of toast.

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