Your eyes flew open that sunny morning, diverting all around as you slowly re-adapted with the world after a dreamless slumber, a small phantom smile playing at the corner of your mouth.

If you had dreamed anything, you couldn't remember it.

Whatever it was must've been good.

You were starting the day with a sense of optimism.

Once your new clothes were on (A Star Butterfly Dress w/ demon head band and shoes), and were presentable by your own standards, you grabbed your star bag and car keys, making your way to the kitchen so you could take care of your kitties before exiting your home and heading out.

You noticed a foreign pep in your step that was typically nonexistent, and you wondered to yourself what was different about today.

It wasn't the weather, it wasn't your shift with Scott, and it most certainly wasn't the news from last night.

So what had changed overnight?

Well, it was the weekend, and that meant you didn't need to go to work.

Which also meant you didn't need to run into a certain purple pervert or have to deal with his issues!

Once you'd entered the kitchen, your kitties crowded around you, mewling for their food.

You went to their feeding station before realizing that you actually had nothing to give them, since the food you were taking home was in the day you got in that dumb accident, and apparently your supplies got stolen.

You did not believe for one instant that you were delusional, which is what you heard the quack doctors call you after you told them your side of the story.

They still believed that purple pain when he told them that you had never went to the pet store, since he was 'with you the whole time'.

Right.

It was strange though, when you had checked your wallet, the money that you had used to pay for the pet supplies had magically returned when you opened it.

Sighing, you gave them the last can of food to split among themselves and headed out the door to get more stuff, deciding to grab a bagel or something at Star Bucks on the way.

You couldn't help but smile though; you were going to take your cats to adoption today, which meant at least one of them might find their forever homes!

Grabbing your favorite fruit, you took a bite of it and headed out to your car so you could begin the day's chores.

The Next Day

Sunday was not much different than the day prior. Except this time, you were able to get all of the kittens adopted, finally!

Though it didn't really surprise you, Sungura and Beruang being adults and all, you still were disappointed that they still haven't been adopted yet.

But of course, everyone wants kittens or young cats.

Which brought you to another thing; since the company saw that you did such a good job taking care of all those kittens, they've given you one more kitten to take care of.

He was a tiny kit, only one month old, all black from head to toe.
But what was special about him was that there was a speck of orangish/goldish flecs of fur on his head and chest, and very rare pattern for a black cat to have.

You named him Phantom, because he would always disappear around your house and would only come out of you feed him or played with him.

You were very happy that both Sungura and Beruang got along well with him, even though both were males.

You had taken care of those two ever since they were kittens, which meant they were a part of many generations of adopted cats.

When they became adults, you did consider adopting them, but that would mean you would have to stop fostering, and you couldn't do that.

You were currently reading a book with both adult cats on either side of you and Phantom, sleeping away on your lap.

The day couldn't have gone any better for you.

The Next Day

Times like this were when you wished you could've borrowed emotions from the previous day.

As you stepped back into Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, escaping the scorching sun of Monday morning, you felt your heart instantly drop to the pit of your stomach when the familiar imagery bombarded you with its unpleasantness.

You didn't really know why you felt this way.

You woke up this morning with a smile on your face, putting on your Master Tigress attire (from Kung Fu Panda), and getting ready for the day.

You had taken care of everything that needed to get done and even had time to go to the gym with your dad and train.

You had a great weekend to just chill and spend time with your friends and cats.

So why, all of a sudden, were you getting these negative feelings?

You supposed it was because the weekend had come and gone, and now you were back.

It was as though you were cursed to feel this way whenever you entered this place.

You'd been so happy just the two days ago, and now you'd meandered back to square one.

You shrugged.

Oh die well.

You wanted this job and now you were going to do it.

Sucking in your gut, you put on your best 'having a good time' face and walked on over to where you we supposed to be.

You perked your head up when Scott called your name before appearing from within the dining hall.

"Hey! So how were your days off?"

He asked once he was standing before you, beaming with the energy and enthusiasm of a carefree child.

Well!

Someone's seems to be in a good mood.

"It was great!," You replied, bounding up to him and punching him in the arm.

"Ow what was that for?!"
He asked, shaking him arm like it really hurt, but you could hear the playfulness in his tone.

"That's how I show affection, kinda like Toph."

You replied, waving a hand in front of your face and smiling widely.

"How you've been? Oh wait! Was everything ok when I left on Friday?! Did Vincent hurt you again?"

"No no I'm fine, after he realized that I wouldn't let him go, he just stopped fighting until you drove out of view. Then he just played it off like it never happened. Weird, but I'm not going to question it."
He said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well thank you for that, that means a lot to me."

"No problem."

You breathed in a sigh of relief; Well thank God for that! You would have been super guilty if Scott had become more injured because of you.

An awkward silence filled the room as you stated at each other awkwardly.

Your eyes drifted downward; You really wanted to ask Scott about the horrible history about Fazbear pizza, but you were worried about what he was going to say.

Would he panic over it?
Would he tell you to forget about it? Would he demand you to keep quiet?

You weren't sure and you didn't think this was the best place to talk about it.

Suddenly you realized you should be getting back to work.
Looking around, you didn't notice Vincent anywhere.

Thank God or he might have thrown another fit at seeing you talk with Scott.

"Yeah so, where's...you know who?" You asked, cringing at the slight wobble in your voice.
Just mentioning him hurt.

Scott looked back at you quizzically.

"Well, you are a few minutes early. He should be here soon."

"Wonderful. Ok well have a good rest of the day Scott, see ya tonight!"

You kinda felt rude cutting off your conversation, but you felt like you needed to wander around a bit to get back into the feel of work.
Plus... After reading what you read about last night, you wanted to look around.

Waving back, Scott headed out the door as you headed deeper into the pizzeria.

Upon entering the party room, you froze after looking up just in time to find the curtains parting on stage.

A chorus of children cheered around you when Freddy, Chica and Bonnie were cast into view.

You found your mouth tightening a bit, specific parts of the article phasing past you as the robots introduced themselves before transitioning into an upbeat song.

"It's been so fun, with you singing all these songs, we'll always be there, at good ol' Freddy Fazbear's!"

Even though the environment was colorful, and the music bouncy, all you could do was stare at each animatronic's midsection, your eyes moving slowly before feverishly switching back and forth.

You couldn't help but imagine the living nightmare as if it were happening before you in present time, and if you blinked you could've sworn you saw blood dripping from the small openings in the suits.

The thoughts of the decay hidden inside...the pooling fluids...the smell...

A tap on the shoulder jolted you out of your hallucination.

You turned to find a strange man with a floppy white hat furrowing his brow at you, and you ended up mirroring his reaction.

"Say, aren't you that new security guard?"

The man asked, his rosy cheeks serving as a harsh contrast to the lack of sincerity in his beady eyes.

It took you a moment to process his question, but you eventually nodded, finally gaining the willpower to act normal.

"You wouldn't mind helping me in the kitchen, would you? I've kind of got my hands full at the moment."

You stared back at him dumbfounded. "O-oh sure! What do you need?"

"I'm not asking you to cook. I just need help carrying some stuff."

Without much time to think over your decision, you found yourself nodding again and following as he led the way to the restaurant's kitchen.

You scolded yourself for not being more upfront about how you weren't there to be an errand girl, but it's not like staring at animatronics was getting anything done.

The man, who you presumed was the chef, threw open a pair of double doors and you sheepishly entered behind him, instantly overwhelmed by the intensity of fluorescent lights, the heat and aroma of pizza.

You looked around and found most of the workers, all of which were dressed in white, looking your way as if you'd trespassed on sacred ground.

Before you could lose yourself too much in your staring contests, the chef returned in front of you with a large birthday cake on a sheet of cardboard.

It was yellow with seven candles lit on top.
It was nice, but it was no Pizza-flavored cake.

"There's a table out there with a bunch of kids in party hats. Go set this in the middle. Make sure all the candles are blown out."

With an eager nod, you took the cake from his arms, instantly panicking when you realized how heavy it was.
Luckily you were quickly able to adjust to the cake's weight and headed toward the kitchen's exit.

With the grace of a praying mantis, (Specifically a Kung Fu Master), you clumsily pushed back out the doors and immediately tried locating the table.
It wasn't too hard to find, given the description you'd been provided with.

The difficulty came from dodging passerby, who seemed to have no regard for the task you were trying to fulfill.

You knew if you dropped this cake, it would mean serious business.

After tip-toeing side to side, hopping a few times, and stepping around other children in the midst of play, you managed to carry the birthday cake through hills and valleys before finally reaching the table.

The instant one kid saw you, he erupted into a loud cheer.
The rest followed in his example, clapping excitedly.

"Cake! The cake's here!"

A little girl in pigtails cried out joyously.

You couldn't help but smile slightly at the small child's enthusiasm, even though you still just wanted to get it over with as soon as possible.

"There you go kids,"

You said, placing the cake on the surface of the table cloth gently.

"Enjoy."

You turned to walk away before a voice stopped you.

"Hey, wait! Aren't you going to sing happy birthday? Our Little Mikey turned seven today!"

You turned slowly, almost cinematically and settled your eyes on a burly-looking mother.
She stared back at you expectantly.

You were slightly confused by this request; wasn't there supposed to be someone in a costume or a mascot who would come out and do that stuff?

You realized quickly that this wasn't the case, and that you couldn't say no to her either.
She would complain, you'd get in trouble.

After silently mouthing Chipackers, you walked back over, slightly looming over the toothy birthday boy before taking a deep breath and trying to muster the most heartfelt of voices.

"Happy birthday to you..."

Surprisingly, you didn't sound half bad.

As you went on to continue, you had to resist jumping a mile high into the sky when an arm suddenly draped around your shoulder.

You jerked your head up toward the owner of the arm and visually paled.

OH GOD.

OH GOD NO.

You nearly stopped right there.

Vincent grinned back your way.

Most of the children gasped, awestruck.

"Happy birthday to you~"

He sang out lowly, picking up where you had last left off, since you had abruptly stopped.

In the two second you looked at him, you could tell that the smile he was wearing was fake.

So very very fake.

It was terrifying how fake it was.

Pulling yourself together, you continued to sing to the best of your ability without stuttering, looking back down at the young birthday boy and giving him all of your attention.

"Happy birthday dear Mikey..."

The parents of the children all laughed excitedly, clasping their hands together.

You felt yourself redden with severe embarrassment, but you didn't hold back and gave it your all on the final line.

Vincent's performance was no different.

"Happy birthday to you!"

After the final note rang out, 'Little Mikey' leaned across the table and blew out the candles in a gust of wind somehow powerful enough to cause ripples in the frosting.
Little happy squeals rose into the air like butterflies.
The children began clapping their small hands together before they all eagerly pushed their plates out, impatient to be served.
With grateful nods to both you and Vincent, the parents left to grab utensils that would be used for cutting the cake.

Once you were sure no one else was looking, you then cast Vincent a enraged look, feeling a little more than slightly embarrassed he'd walked in at maybe the worst time possible, before replacing it with an emotionless face as you pushed his arm off you forcefully and taking a good step back.

"What do you think you're doing?"

You asked venomously, but quietly, as you reached toward the cake and began carefully plucking out the defused candles.

Vincent chuckled, his eyes holding a dark gleam.

"You tell me. This isn't your job you know."

Before you could answer, the birthday boy from before swiveled around in his chair and looked up at both of you with big, twinkling eyes.

"You both sounded vewwy good togetha',"

He declared, his grasp of the English language clearly not fully realized given his youth.

You and Vincent both exchanged a smile... well, him a smile and you a skeptical glare disguised as a smile, before reaching for the final candle farther off near the icing's border.

"Are you two gonna get mawwried?"

Your shoulders stiffened slightly and grimaced at the sudden tension between the three of you.
Vincent was either not fazed or just knew how to not show it.

"I wouldn't get your hopes up kid."

You said jokingly, not daring to meet Vincent's watching eyes before he moved them instead to the small boy.

"Well aren't you just the cutest thing,"
Vincent grinned widely, patting the boy on the top of his head where he adorned a red bandanna in place of a traditional party hat.

Omg why is he being so fffaaakkkeeee?

You noticed through the corner of your eye that he was rewarded with a pout.

"Not cute! No! Piwates aren't cute and I'm a piwate!"
The boy brandished the novelty hook on his hand and swung it to and fro. "See? Arr!"

"Aaah!" You yelped, dropping the candle and taking a look at your finger.

Mikey shook his head.
"No, not aah! Arr!"

Vincent, however, was surprisingly quick in attending to you.
He appeared even closer than before.

"What happened?"

You didn't answer right away, instead glaring at the hot wax that stung your finger before flicking it off.

Apparently you had not been paying attention, because you had ascendantly picked up one of the still melting candles and a fresh, scalding hot drop of melted wax had landed on you.

"It's okay,"
You said, pushing him away slightly so you could have some distance and so you could bend down and retrieve the aforementioned candle, which had cooled itself during the fall.
"It's just a little hot wax."

When you stood upright again, however, you found Vincent, surprisingly, wasn't looking at you but over your shoulder.

It may have been faint, but you could detect a hint of fear in his bulbous white eyes.

With a lifted brow, you turned to see what exactly had grabbed his attention.

The entire room had fallen silent, all eyes glued to the same thing.

The same animatronic.

Freddy's eyes were transfixed on you, in a way you would've previously deemed impossible given that they were painted on.

His arms were to his side, his head tilted slightly and jaw hanging open in a threatening manner.
His bandmates were not participating in the same exchange, which made it all the more jarring.

Had he gone rogue?

You felt nervousness rise from within your gut.

It almost erupted when Freddy actually stepped off the stage with a loud thud that garnered a gasp out of one or two adults, before he began slowly, silently advancing you.

Looking to the left and right, you saw some kids were in its way and you hurriedly ran up to them before moving them out of the way of the advancing robot.

You didn't move.
You couldn't.
You were too afraid to move, too confused to react appropriately.
All the while, Freddy came closer and closer.
You wondered what was about to happen.
What was he going to do to you?

Watching it from the side, you saw that Freddy wasn't focusing on you.

Instead he was looking at-

Suddenly, a distant Scott shouted across the restaurant, stealing away your attention and focus.

"What's going on in here?!"

As soon as these words were uttered, a strong hand grabbed you and started whisking you away just as Freddy had come within a few feet's distance.

You rung your arm out of the person's hold; No way we're you abandoning these people!

It was you job to protect them!

Shouting at people to run, you ushered them out of the walking robots way, before turning back to the advancing animatronic.

Without thinking about your own safety, you ran at it, placing your hands on its chest and planting your feet into the ground to stop its advance.

"EERRRGGHHH!"

You groaned, feeling yourself slide back and the animatronic pushed itself forward.

It didn't even bother trying to move you out of the way, it just kept walking.

The sound of his heavy footsteps didn't cease.

They only ebbed.

"SOMEONE HELP ME!"
You yelled as you tried to stop the robot's advance.

Suddenly, you felt someone grab your wrist again.

"Come on (Y/N)! You can't stop it! Let's go now!"

"No! It's my job to keep everyone safe!"
You yelled back, trying to get your hand out of the person's hold while still pushing on the animatronic in front of you.

"You can't! You have to come back with me to Boss's office, it's the only place that's safe!"

Reluctantly, you stopped pushing on the robotic chest and whirled around to look at whomever was now tearing you away from the room.

You found a frantic Vincent near sprinting his way to the boss' office with you in tow.

For some reason, you didn't get out of his hold, mainly because this time you knew he was trying to get you to safety.

Once he reached the door, he banged on it several times (sorry not sorry) before fiddling with the handle.

It was locked from inside.

"Let us in, goddammit!"

You felt a presence building behind you and looked back only to find it belonged to Scott, who had carefully made his way over to the both of you.

"Hey, did everyone get out? Why is Freddy Fazbear coming this way? Is he messing up again?"

No chance to answer him.

The office door flew open and Vincent yanked you inside.

Boss had freshly risen from his desk, as he was still holding a stack of papers, pen stuck behind his ear.

"The f*ing bear is coming after her," Vincent snarled, pointing out in the direction of the stage.

You shot Vincent a quick, slightly angry, confused look, even though he wasn't even looking at you.

'After me?'

Boss's bottom lip fumbled in search of a response.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me! Go out there and stop it now!"

He didn't need anything else to prompt him.

He hurried out of the office in search of what was disrupting the restaurant, as well as yours and everyone's safety.

Vincent kicked the door shut behind him, just as you had caught sight of Scott backing away from a growing shadow.

"Scott!"

You cried out, running back to the door to go let him in when you were forcefully pulled back.

"No! He's going to help Boss take care of it!"

Vincent seethed, letting go once he was sure you wouldn't go run to the phone-man's aid.

"But we need to-"

"Sit down,"

Vincent ordered, to which you immediately obeyed by finding a seat in the chair adjacent from the desk.

You don't know why, but you decided now was not the best time to argue with you purple co-worker.

Especially since you didn't know what will happen when he got like this.

The purple man left your side for a short moment to grab a first aid kit from a drawer inside the desk, before returning and kneeling in front of you.

He tossed the lid aside, his fingers maneuvering through the box's contents.

"Did...Did I do something?"

You asked, not realizing your fear of the unknown had robbed you of steady breathing, as you were close to hyperventilating.

Vincent growled.

"Don't worry about it."

He pulled out a small package of cream, his focus diving downward.

"Just be quiet and let me see your hand."

You pushed back on your chair and it rolled away from him.

"My hand doesn't need to be treated, I didn't get a burn, and I am going to worry about it!"

You cried out, paranoid that Freddy was still coming your way.

"What was that? Did my scream trigger something in the robot? Why would they implement that in the first pla-"

"JUST F*ING FORGET IT!"

It was quiet enough to hear your own pulse.
His voice had shook the room, and it left you stunned, wide-eyed.
You'd pushed his buttons in the past, but he'd never snapped at you in such a vicious manner before.

"Ok sheesh you don't need to cuss, it's a family place after all calm down."
Yo murmured under your breath.

It seemed as though Vincent immediately regretted his aggression, as he drew in a long breath before meeting your cautious eyes.

"Sorry"
Upon retreating to his chair, you found yourself shaking your head at him.

You couldn't believe him.

"Just forget it..."

He rambled on in harsh whispers, turning away from you in the swiveled chair.

"Just forget it..."

"Vincent, are you sure that animatronic was coming after me-"

You swallowed hard when he seemingly ignored you, only turning his head a bit so you could see the corner of him eye as it states at you in a dangerous way.

In sent chills down your spine.

"Forget it."

"Vincent-"

"Forget. it."

With a heavy, rattling sigh, you gave up on trying to reason with him and let your head fall back, turning in your chair so you wouldn't feel like he was 'getting a view'.

Forgetting wasn't that easy.

It was unlikely it would ever happen.

And just when you'd become comfortable with the silence, Vincent chuckled, his voice echoing in the small room.

"You have a pretty scream."

You groaned angrily.

Of course he was going to say something like that.

Looking over your chair, you have him a disgusted glare.

"Wanna say that again?"

"Nothing. I'll be right back."

Vincent suddenly rose and abandoned the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

You were left alone again with your thoughts, and if history had taught you anything it's that this was far from being a good thing...
Besides being away from him that is.

You would not forget it, and you would worry.

You would worry a lot.

Something bad was happening, and your mind told you it was just the beginning of a million things going wrong.

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