For the very first time since setting foot into Freddy Fazbear's, you were actually not as enthused when your shift came to an end. However, the only reason was that you were just not thrilled about confronting Vincent about not going to his house. Because seriously, you were not that desperate or stupid.

The two of you had crossed paths several times throughout the day, and each instance was met with growing anxiety on your end.

Vincent's attitude, however, didn't falter in the slightest. He was overly watchful of you, touching you lightly sometimes when he passed, though most of the time you were able to keep your distance, and smirking to himself when you reacted with a slap or an annoyed red face.

It took you too long to fumble with your pockets to pull out the needle, so you just delt with it the best you could.

Though you still could tell beneath his casual front that he was feeling particularly less than friendly with you today after catching your talk with your dad. He was butt hurt and he deserved it.

The sky was nearly black outside when you found yourself retreating to the entrance where people were sparse, and you were allowed just enough quiet to think properly. As you settled near the door, Scott walked in, greeting you in a haphazard fashion.

"Hey, (Y/N). You in a rush to leave or something?" He asked. There was something about his tone you didn't like, but it was hard to trace what it was.

'Yea sort of, I want to get out of here before Vincent asks about about me coming over to his house again.' You thought to yourself, but you didn't tell him that because you actually did want to sit down and talk with him before he started his shift.
"No not really, wanna talk?" You answered, eyes averting towards the party area where Vincent was chatting with two parents. What he was saying to them was anyone's guess. Could've been nothing. Could've been something about you.

"Man," Scott sighed awkwardly, "Talk about heel-face turn."

"What does that mean?" You asked, moving to the abandoned podium where the hosts were usually occupied. You propped an elbow and rested your chin in your hand while staring out the windows.

"I guess Vincent wasn't as bad as I thought given you're now his girlfriend."

Your eyes popped open. With a sharp inhale through the nose, you realized with sinking regret that Scott actually bought into all those stories, and you hadn't had a chance to refute them.

"OOHHHH Oh, man Scott I am sooooo sorry I totally forgot to tell you," You said, turning around. "That news clipping of my car ascendent is a total sham. The Sham Total. Nothing has changed between us, I still hate him with every bit of my being. Look, I would love to tell you the whole truth, but I can't right now. Just please, please trust me when I say that everything I say is the truth and that anything Vincent says is a lie."

"No (Y/N), I want to know what's going on now. What do you mean the ascendent was a sham?" Scott said, his giant red telephone head tilting.

You sighed. "Ok long story short, yesterday after work, I was coming from the pet store and I was on my way home when suddenly a truck crashed into me and I blacked out. When I woke up, Vincent was holding me and was claiming that he saved me or some crap. I really have no idea how he even got there or how he knew where I was." You summed up quickly, feeling your anger rise up again. "Seriously, nothing has changed between us, except he-"

"Except I what?"

You jumped on cue. Speak of the devil.

Vincent stood now not far from you and your cordless coworker. He was swinging a bundle of keys around his finger like a little carousel. It was somewhat hypnotic before it automatically reminded you of your impending doom.

"Hello, Vincent," Scott made an effort to keep the atmosphere casual, even after hearing what you had just told him. "Have uh...a good day?"

"Don't play nice with me, pretty boy," Vincent's eyes fell halfway before he motioned you to follow him with the wavering of his palm.

"Come on, we're leaving."

Ok the charade was going to stop now.

"Uh actually Vincent, on second thought, I think I'll just skip tonight."

Vincent visually tensed up, his teeth grinding like before.
"What."

Scott spun around to you. "Wait. You were going home with him?"

Ow, that hurt.

The idea that you would ever go to some creepy stalkers house was just painful.

You stood up suddenly, securing your star purse. You ignored Vincent and gave your attention to Scott.
"Of course not, I never agreed to do such a thing and I never will. The only reason I might have said otherwise was to make him leave me alone. But now I'm leaving. Good night."

Vincent was suddenly in front of you blocking your way to the door.
"(Y/N), I can't believe you lied to me." He hissed. "I already told you that this wasn't some evil plot! Don't you want to know what happened here?!"
You heard Scott get up from his seat, ready to interview if he needed to.

You scoffed, putting a hand on your hip. "I didn't lie, I just didn't tell the truth, mainly because I knew you would flip out if I had told you no then. And besides, I'm not that desperate or stupid enough to fall for any or your tricks." You leaned forward a bit. "Didn't you hear? There's this thing, it's called a computer. I'll find all the answers I could ever hope for there. So please, get out of my way so I can get away from you and your damn dirty lies."

Vincent was beyond enraged, but he couldn't do anything to you, not if he didn't want to get fired or kicked in the nuts or even worse, be in the presence of that needle. Even so, he refused to move.
"Your not going anywhere." He growled, forcing you to back up.
Suddenly Scott decided to intervene. "Vincent, stop. You're going to get in trouble with Boss. She doesn't have to be here anymore. There is nothing stopping her from calling the cops on you ya know."

"I don't care!" Vincent yelled, partially as to not attract too much attention. "(Y/N), come with me now before I do something you'll regret."
Your mouth opened wide, your face twisted with anger. "And why the heck should I? I don't have to do a gosh darn thing Vincent, and you're a creep if you think I do! Oh wait, TOO LATE!"

Before he could react, you shoved him aside harshly and ran out the door. You heard footsteps running after you, but they stopped shortly, followed by some yelling. You turned your head quickly and saw the Scott was keeping Vincent from going out the door. You nodded to him in gratitude before you quickly got into your still partially damaged car and drove home.

'Phew that was a close one.' You though as you drove home in silence. 'I just hope that Scott will be ok...'

When you got home, the first thing you did was hop onto your computer.

Your kitties mewed and tried to get your attention, but you wee too focused.

"Sorry littles, but mommy has something g really important to check up on."

You said as you typed in the information about the murders at the pizzeria.

After an hour of searching, you finally got a hold of a whole report of the incident.

You gasped as you read it out loud:

"A few years ago, Fazbear Entertainment used to own another restaurant, a small diner that came before the original one people have come to know and love. The facility was hosting a birthday party one day. Throughout the day, a mother would come up to the staff, asking if they'd seen her son or daughter, and then another did the same, and another, all within a close time interval. By the end of it, a total of five had gone missing, and supposedly all at once. None of the staff worried too much at first, figuring they probably were just hiding somewhere or playing a game, but then hours passed by and a lot of panicking ensued. The kids were declared missing and most assumed someone had kidnapped them. That turned out not to be the case, unfortunately. They weren't found until weeks after the fact, and by then it was already too late."

A chill struck you deep down to your marrow as you continued to read.

"The police had everyone on staff brought in for separate questioning just in case any of them had seen something suspicious during business hours. No one reported seeing anything suspicious, and the restaurant was cleared out."

You found yourself peering into space, deep in thought.

'How did they die?'

"A few days passed and there was no more evidence to be discovered. That was until a staff member uncovered a sickening discovery; the corpses of the five missing children were found stuffed inside the animatronics."

An impulse suddenly nicked you like a snapping wire. You were so completely floored by this information that you found yourself leaping from the chair you were stirring on.

"No way," You shook your head. "That can not be true."

"Rumor had it people were noticing something off about them long before the kids were even found. word got out that they had a strange odor about them, and in more extreme instances, some swore they were even leaking blood at the crevices."

You tried your best not to hurl right there and then.
Memories of the mascot's colorful, glossy faces crept into your head like unwelcome ghosts. If you hadn't been scared of them before, you certainly were now.

"The police speculate that the killer apparently used the robots to dispose of the bodies after stabbing them to death with a knife. However, the friendly singing animals were not made to have people inside them, so people can only imagine what they looked like when they were discovered."

You were cringing now, goosebumps rising on your skin.

Stabbing someone was such a personal way to kill them.

It had to be done within close range, and it had to be a repeated process until the offender was certain there was no life left in his victim's body.

Throwing children into the equation was a challenge, to say the least.

And stuffing them into suits on top of that.

You knew the world was nasty sometimes, but this was near incomprehensible.

This was sick.

This couldn't have been real.

"No more."

You had turned away from the computer, your arms cradling your torso. You stared at the floor, noticing that your body had begun to tremble a bit.

A few hours ago, your father told you that Freddy Fazbear's had a history involving murder, and you thought that was the most outrageous thing you'd hear all day.
Yet here you were, shaking like a scared little girl who's afraid of the dark.

"How does someone do that?"

You asked, not really directing your inquiry toward anyone but rather asking yourself and the empty space where you stood.
"How could a person do that to innocent children? Why?"

You turned back to the news arrival on the computer, noticing that there was still more to read. Sighing, you knew the only sane way to get the answer was to continue reading.

"Officials say that apparently the killer stole a vacant suit made for employees and lured them into a back room under the guise that he was part of the restaurant's staff. The weapon was never found. Any evidence marked on the kids was lost because of how much their bodies were mutilated. There were no traceable prints in the suit, either. The material inside couldn't accommodate for it."

Then the report rambled on about people reactions and the events that happened to get the establishment out of its jam.

Something about shutting down the last restaurant, gutting the old animatronics, stuffing them away somewhere unknown, you didn't want to hear it.

You lost interest quickly and closed your computer, sighing heavily.

"So twisted..." You mused aloud.
"And nobody caught this guy?"

Muttering to yourself, you got up and headed off to your room.

You were exhausted and now just plain worn out by this new knowledge.

A meow behind you reminded you that there were still thing that you needed to do.
Sighing with contempt, you turned around, babbling to your kitties and giving them their food.
Then you made yourself your favorite tea and headed to your room.
You didn't even bother showering, brushing, or even putting on your jam jams.

By the time you had made it to your room, your tea was already gone. Setting the mug down, you climbed into your bed and closed your eyes.

Hopefully you wouldn't have another stupid nightmare.

As you lay in bed however, you found that you couldn't really sleep, thoughts troubling your mind and making you sweat.

Tossing and turning, you found yourself thinking over and over again about the murders and the history of the restaurant.

Who could have done such a thing?

Why would anyone do such a thing?

Could it happen again?

Were you ready to go back to work tomorrow?

Gasping, you yanked the covers off of you, but you stayed laying in bed. You grabbed your Naga and Waddles plush to accompany the Toothless and Appa plushies.

Looking up at the ceiling, you forced yourself to relax and take deep breaths; you were going to get though this.

You are (F/N) (L/N), and you would not be scared by some past event, you would not back down from your fears, and you would not give up.

'You shouldn't be afraid, (Y/N),~'

A voice cooed from inside your mind, making you both shiver and relax into the cushions, your eyes fluttering closed at last.

'Trust me. It's not your burden to bear~'

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