I started this one right after the last chapter so I could get it done faster.

FNAF belongs to Scott Cawthon

There is strong language, slight blood, and SUGGESTIVE SCENES

You have been warned


Mike's POV

I load the luggage in the trunk and look at Jeremy. He was doing that thing with his hands that he does when he's nervous.

"Ready?"

Vincent's POV

It's eyes swipe over the recently abandoned building. The clanks and grinding of gears draw near. Accompanied with the crumbling of fur, the mechanical joints make swift, inhuman movements.

The darkness seems to grow darker and colder. I fist up one of my hands, letting the knife hang loosely in the other. I can't see the difference between the two arcade game boxes I'm hiding in between and the wall. I can hear him though. Those eyes.

A swing of a hook digs into the game box by my side.

The arcade game creaks as it gets tilted over. I get ready to sprint. As I look up, my vision is blurred by a blinding light. Silver light. A hook swings at my face. The cold, bitter piece of metal buries itself into the side of my face. I hear my flesh and bones break and tear. The agonising pain turns into misty tears and a warm blanket of blood, and I take one final look at his blank, silver eyes.

I wake up with a case of hyperventilation. My heartbeat drowns out Scott's voice as I feel the spot where the metal had stabbed into. Scott shakes me repeatedly.

"Vince! Vinny, it was a dream!" he repeats himself.

I reach up and pull his face towards mine.

"Scotty, I love you so damn much."

"I love you t-" his sentence cut short by a kiss.

I wrap my other arm around his neck and break the kiss.

"It's been a while, Scotty boy."

"Is sex all you think about?"

I look around. "Usually."

He rolls his eyes. "You are too much."

"And you're perfect."

"And we have work in the morning."

"And… you beat me."

A smile spreads across his face.

"Well, I might feel up to it tonight," Scott states.

"That was all it took to convince you?"

"Well, uh, I've been thinking about you lately also."

"Uh huh." I kiss him again, this time more passionate, and he wraps his arms around me. I nudge my knee against his crotch. He jumps a small bit and tenses up his face. I slide my hands down into his underwear.

The phone rings.

Scott reaches over for it. His work phone?

"Hello, this is Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, Scott speaking. How may I help you?"

A male voice was talking. Definitely male.

"I'm so sorry to hear that. Hope she gets well-"

The male voice cuts him off.

"Oh, uh, how long do you need?"

A few murmurs are spoken on the other side of the phone.

"Can do." He hangs the phone up.

"Who was that?"

"Michael. He and Jeremy are going to be out for a few days." He turns over to go to sleep. "We need sleep."

I sigh and turn over also. "Night."

"Goodnight, Vincent."


Hey guys, sorry jm getting this out soooooooooo late. Again, I'll try to keep it a bit more regular. Not once in a blue moon like now °~°

Ciao