Hello Sweeties! I am back with Chapter 10 now. Every single time I type out that line with the new chapter number, it surprises me that I have gotten up this high. I never thought I would make it lol. Not to mention as I type this out, actually typing it on a Monday for once! As I said in my note at the beginning of chapter 9 there, last tues I was able to write it all up. Also I had started writing up chapter 11, which means that you can look forward to a bit more information dealing with Vincent and the visitor from this chapter. I'll let you get to it now. I hope you enjoy it!

After we finished talking I got back to work on my little project while he moved around a bit in his own 'body'. I wasn't sure if I should try working on the suits head or not. I put the music back on, but this time I had my tablet playing the Feeding the Wolves album by 10 Years. I just wanted some background noise as I pondered a few things while working on my project.

After the album played through I noticed that Vincent had decided to get back into the suit. I was deciding on what I was going to play next when I noticed a change in my awareness. Being what I was, which isn't a regular human, I always have a field of awareness that picks up on the essence of others. That was what I was sensing, so I paused in my search for different music to close my eyes.

Even though I was still facing my bench, when the soul reached the door I could see it in my minds eye. Sometimes I can see auras and other times I can see colours in the auras that told me the mood of a person. I could see Vincent inside the suit behind me and his aura was a curious swirling mixture of gold and lilac. The figure in the doorway had a very dark red aura and even though I could tell the spirit wasn't in a suit, I had a sense of one.

A smile curved my lips as I knew what soul was standing in the doorway. I opened my eyes and switched over to the folder labeled FNAF, as I knew which song I wanted to play. I was curious to see if the soul figured out I not only knew that he was there, but that I knew what suit he used to be in.

As I was queuing up the song I wanted to play, I heard Vincent speak from behind me. "She is helping me out by fixing up my servos and making sure everything is working properly." I heard him tell the other soul. I couldn't resist starting the song at this point. The song I had chosen was Noticed by MandoPony. I thought it was a rather appropriate song to be playing. I then tilted my head slightly, just enough so that I could get a look at the figure in the doorway.

I was slightly surprised to see that the soul appeared to be in his late teens, around 17 years old. From what I could see from the angle I had my head, only certain details were in view. Like the fact that he stood roughly at five foot eight and had hair that fell to the tops of his shoulders, the strands a rich crimson colour.

I could see he was staring at me, his eyes some shade of green. He remained silent for a bit longer as he continued staring at me. "This is unlike you to allow a human around you and live." the boy says to Vincent, his voice smooth and articulate. I swear, even at his apparent age, his voice belonged in a romance novel. If he looked and sounded like that, I could only imagine what the others looked like.

I could hear Vincent chuckle as he moved away from the table a bit. "This woman is unlike any human we have encountered before. She is a very special breed of creature." he returned to the soul. I felt him stop just behind me but I didn't turn to look to see what he was doing.

Since I was still watching the figure in the doorway, I could see him tilt his head slightly as he looks at Vincent behind me. I had to admit I was a little disappointed he hadn't seemed to notice the song before it ended, so I set up another one. "How special are we talking? Wait. Does she know about all of us?" he asked before his eyes shifted to me and I let a grin creep onto my lips. "Does she know I'm here?" he then asked, a small touch of fear in his voice.

I chose not to say anything for now as my grin widened. I instead chose to start playing the song, which I knew the opening like of would speak clearly, as I had skipped past most of the instrumental. This song was called The Foxy Song by Groundbreaking. As the opening line came from the speakers I turned my head to look fully at him. I finally got my satisfaction as I watched his eyes pop open wide, and I almost wished we were in a cartoon to see them bug out of his head.

Oh was it ever satisfying to see him sputtering and gaping like a landed fish. I could also feel the mixture of amusement and pleasure coming from Vincent, telling me that he was enjoying it just as much as I. "Yes, she can see you and I would say she knows which of the children you are." Vincent told the boy.

I decided it was time to actually move, turning my body towards him and stood from my seat. I watched him take a step back before he realized what he had done and stands his ground as I approached him. I finally got a good look at him, my curiosity peeked at the peculiar clothing he had on, as it was not something he would have died in. As he had on a red dress shirt almost as dark as his hair, dark brown dress slacks and dark brown dress shoes. At the closer proximity I could finally see that his eyes were a very vibrant Emerald colour, and I could see the smattering of freckles across his cheeks showing me he had been born a red head.

As I was inspecting the soul of Foxy I could feel Vincent watch me with a great deal of amusement. "Why did you come here to disturb me?" he asked the boy and I had this image of Vincent with his arms crossed. I couldn't help but giggle softly at that as I walked around the boy, watching as a blush crept across him.

I watched the boy visibly swallow, which was something that I always found curious, when spirits retained actions from when they were alive. "I overheard the day shift crew talking. Sounds like the company found someone to start the night shift tomorrow. I just thought you'd like to know Sir." he answered Vincent nervously. I think I was making the poor boy uncomfortable, but I couldn't exactly help it.

I let out another soft giggle as I stopped in front of the boy, perhaps a touch closer than he would have preferred as he looked like he wanted to step back but wouldn't allow himself to do so. I canted my head to the side just slightly as I looked at his face, I had to look up just slightly as he had two inches on me, as I only stood about five foot six. I wanted to know something, ask him a question, but first... He jumped in surprise as suddenly my palm was pressed to the left side of his chest. "What is your name?" I ask him as I get attuned to his particular signature.

I watch him frown slightly as he looks down at me, confusion in his eyes. "Foxy." he replies simply, obviously not sure what I was doing with my hand where it was. My energy could be quite sneaky that way sometimes, not telling the person what it was doing. Sometimes they wouldn't even be able to feel it moving through their essence.

I shake my head slightly at his answer, as it wasn't the one I wanted. Like with Vincent, I didn't want to call him by the animatronic name. Especially now that he wasn't in the suit anymore. "No. Not that name. I want to know your human name." I told him, a small thread of annoyance in my voice.

His eyes pop open wide again as he hears my words, surprise etched across his face. Though the look changes from that emotion to one of frustration as he thought, before settling on hopelessness as the seconds continued to tick by.

I heard Vincent move behind me, walking over to the table. He had been quiet for a bit, so it sort of took me by surprise when he broke his own silence. "Flynn. Your name was Flynn." he spoke softly.

At those words I felt the strangest sensation. It was a weird rippling jolt that I had never encountered before. "How did you remember my name?" Flynn suddenly demanded of Vincent. The kids voice had a hard urgency in it, and almost an accusation threaded through.

Vincent let's out a soft sigh as I hear the suit moving onto the table. I experimentally put a touch of energy into into Flynn to see what I could learn. Though my curiosity gets to me as I stood there, so I turned my head to watch Vincent lay the suit down. He took me by surprise again, and Flynn as well, when he stepped out of the suit. "Because I never forgot any of the names to the kids I took. They were all burned into my memory. Especially yours. As one name in each of the two batches stood out to me. Yours was one and Mark was the other. I didn't like what happened to him." he reveals in an even tone, his face expressionless.

I could feel Flynn shaking a bit, trembling more like, obviously holding back his anger at Vincent. "You have known all these years. You have been freed from this room, tormenting guards, for months. Why did you never tell us that you knew our names? Why did you let us continue to use the animatronic names?" he outright accuses Vincent, hands balled into fists at his sides.

I stepped back from Flynn as I watched Vincent roll his eyes and cross his arms over his chest. "You do realize I'm not able to roam to the same extent as you guys. That the only time I see any of you, other than when you or Boyd come to tell me the night before, is when a guard is on duty. Which you two announce a guard will be coming and then you leave. Also when there is a Night Guard, no one's talking." Vincent counters, his own anger flaring.

The angry words that Vincent spat out seemed to strike home, as Flynn visibly calmed down, even lowering his head. "You are right. It's been decades since you killed us, and we helped the Toys cause your death. We technically work together now, so we should make an effort. We aren't little kids anymore, we can do our best to prove to our guest that we can be mature." Flynn says, his voice returned to it's even tone, a slight smile on his lips.

I clap my hands together, beaming. "Excellent. I can't wait to meet the rest. How many of you are there?" I ask Flynn before grabbing one of his hands and tugging him into the room, practically bouncing with excitement.

Flynn blinks a bit rapidly as I tugged him into the room. I could then sens him thinking about my question. "Seven. There are seven of us that I'm aware of. Myself, Marionette, Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Mangel and Balloons. That's all I know of." he answered me after he had done the math.

Vincent looks upwards at the hole in the ceiling as he thought about something. I didn't have to wonder for long. "So that means that four are missing from my kids." he says with a bit of sadness.

Well guys, there you have it. Chapter 10. I hope you enjoyed it, please leave a review of your thoughts. I could really use it, as I don't really know if I am doing a good job with this or not... So any review would be very helpful to me. Next week we get to see more of Flynn interacting with Vincent and Kit. I plan on chapter 12 being about the third night. So it will have the guard and potentially Kit meeting more of the souls. Also, I figured out a conflict that I think could be very interesting to play out soon. Something that deals with Matthew's past. So look forward to that as well.

Until next time, I hope everyone stays safe!