GDeNofa – Yeah, I'm not happy with the way Crystal turned out either…

CurrySmuggler – Thank you for censoring that language and I will remind you now that you don't have to read this story if you're upset about me killing off characters.

Flufflepuff7994 – Well, it's just a theory. A GAME theory, thanks for reading.

Vin-mike Schmidt - *grin*

Vanessa – Sorry, I was trying to make her naïve but I didn't do a good job…

Vidgealz C Valvatore – The ship has sailed

Guest – We'll have to wait and see, won't we?

Shiroi kage – I'm glad you find it interesting

Marionette – Sorry but Jeremy and Scott are out of the story for good

Jeremy – I don't think so

Chelsea-chee – I'm sorry I killed Scott but his death was necessary

Red Snowflower - *offers a handkerchief*

A shade – Here's the next chapter then

Today was the day. Crystal took in a deep breath. No going back now. She gripped her fists tightly and let out a small whine. She had to do it, no matter what. She squeezed her eyes tightly and took in another deep breath. Because today was Monday and today was the day that she had to… Maybe she could just skip it and blame it on work and studying? No! No, she can't do that! She made a promise and she had to go through with it no matter how unpleasant it was if she wanted to stay living by herself at her apartment. Yes. Today was the day that Crystal Griffin…had to call home.

Now, Crystal loved her family and they loved her back. But sometimes it felt like they were smothering her since she did get bullied at a young age and was never really good at making friends. Had she found a boyfriend yet? Well of course she wouldn't tell them about Vincent, good God no! Crystal was sure Vincent didn't want to die by being eaten by Jade's dogs then get battered around by her father who used to train people at the gym before he began working as a physical education teacher then becoming a headmaster. And even if she did drop a hint about being in a relationship more questions would come up. How long had this been going on for? How about inviting him to Thanksgiving? Inviting him to Christmas? How serious is the relationship? Is she being safe? All that stuff and even more embarrassing questions Crystal dared not to think about.

With a shaky hand, Crystal gripped the payphone and raised it to her ear whilst pushing the change into the slot. She sighed softly whilst dialling the number and listened whilst it rang home. Please let Jade and her father be at work, they spent so much time talking to her to make sure things were alright and how she was holding up…

"Hello?"

Oh thank God!

"Hey, mom," Crystal smiled as she managed to hold back a sigh of relief.

"Oh, Crystal, good to hear from you! Well talk about timing, your father has just left to go get groceries, would you like to call back later?"

"No!" Crystal said a bit sharply "Oh, no, I wanted to see how you were, mom, because you know, next Monday is…"

"Ah, yes, you are able to come, yes?"

"Oh yes, of course," Crystal nodded with a sad smile "But please don't freak out when I say this next thing…"

"Of course I won't, honey, now tell me. What's up?"

Crystal sucked in her bottom lip momentarily as she planned the next sentence in her head very carefully.

"I'm not going to come back alone."

"Oh I see," her mother said teasingly "Who is he?"

"…Someone I met at work and he's going to drive me and come to the funeral," Crystal said carefully.

"And? What's his name? How old is he? Is he nice? Have you met his parents? Is he a customer or a co-worker? How long have you known him for? Does he go to the university with you too? Where does he live? Where is he from? Is he really handsome? Or cute? Do you have a lot in common then? What's his shoe size?"

What's his shoe size? Why did her mother want to know his…what?!

"He isn't part of a gang is he? Does he have a criminal record? Does he have any pets? Does he enjoy sport? Music? What kind of car does he have? Can he cook? Has he had a lot of past girlfriends? Or boyfriends? Is he bisexual? Has he done anything to make you feel uncomfortable? Have you been to his place? Has he visited you at your place? Have you slept with him?"

"MOM!"

Crystal felt herself blushing so much, her cheeks might as well be steaming in the chilly November weather.

"Yes, Crystal, dear?"

"He's coming with me to the funeral. That's all I'm saying. I'm going to be late for work so I need to go now. Talk to you later."

"Aw, sweetie, are you sure?"

"Perfectly sure."

"Ah-ha! You have slept with him! Did you use protection? Did you need to take the pill? Are you on the pill? You don't have an STD do you?"

"I'm hanging up right now!" Crystal's voice was a little high "See you next week!"

She hung up with a soft cough, her heart beating as her cheeks burned crimson. She then hesitated a little. Six years with Vincent and they hadn't actually considered a physical relationship. They'd only go as far as a soft grope but nothing too serious. Did she want it to go further? He claimed that he'd loved her, didn't he? Crystal wasn't sure. She hadn't seen Vincent since he dropped her off after those three words came out. He was probably busy looking for a job. It must be hard for him, searching for work, he'd literally been scraping the bottom of the barrel for jobs.

Speak of the devil. Crystal lifted her head to Vincent's signature horn. It wasn't exactly at custom horn but the way he pushed it was undeniable. It was a first few notes of the Toreador March meaning that he was ready to take her to work. With a soft smile, she turned around to look for the car and hesitated. Where was Vincent's car? She looked around confused until she heard it again. Coming from the red car in front of her. Vincent had a blue car. And it wasn't even Vincent in the driver's seat. But he still leaned over, scrolling the window of the passenger door down.

"Cupcake, we're going to be late!"

Crystal's jaw dropped.

"Vincent?!"

He'd changed. Dramatically. Gone was the long hair that Crystal adored, especially when it was up in a tail. Gone were the bright blue eyes which were now green. He shaved too, no more stubble that she would feel against her skin when they kissed. And why was he wearing the Freddy Fazbear security guard uniform? …Was he wearing something underneath that uniform to make his body look less muscular?

"Crystal, come on!"

Surely not. Crystal walked up to the car and looked in.

"Vincent, what…?"

"I'll explain on the way, come on! We might get caught in traffic!"

Crystal opened and closed her mouth before getting into the passenger seat.

"Vincent, what the hell?!" she hissed as Vincent drove off and she fastened her seatbelt.

"I got a job."

"I can see that!"

Vincent sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Look, Crissie, I sense that you're not especially thrilled with this but you've got to trust me. I just want to keep an eye on you."

"Why all this then?"

"You think they'd hire me if I just strolled in and asked?"

Vincent huffed with a soft pout.

"Crystal, it'll be fine, it's nothing to worry about."

"NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT?!" Crystal shrieked and Vincent cringed "Did you not see what happened to Scott?!"

"You work there," Vincent whined like a little child.

"During the day when the animatronics aren't out to kill me."

"Now why do you think they won't kill you during the day?"

Crystal glowered at him.

"They're programmed to only roam freely at night, dummy."

Vincent shrugged.

"Meh."

Crystal was fuming by the time they arrived at Freddy Fazbear's. Vincent didn't glance at her as he sat back and looked up at the building.

"This was the original location," he murmured "Can't believe they actually reopened it."

Crystal's fury wavered as Vincent turned the ignition off.

"Yeah, it's creepy, this was where the children died."

"And you're only telling me this now after I've worked here for years?"

Vincent snickered.

"This place is going to go out of business soon…" he mumbled "I heard it going around."

Crystal looked down sadly and shrugged.

"Mmhmm."

"Crissie, do you wanna, I don't know…move in with me when that happens?"

Crystal glanced at Vincent who unfastened his seatbelt.

"See, we could be able to support ourselves better financially and my place isn't very far from your university so you can walk over there, get some exercise," he explained "And if you want to stay being a waitress, there are restaurants nearby although they're not really fast food restaurants like Freddy's."

"Can we talk about this another time?" Crystal asked "I have a lot on my mind right now."

"Yeah, right, your brother's funeral, sorry," Vincent nodded as they got out of the car.

Crystal looked up at Vincent as they made their way towards the doors.

"Vincent, I'm worried, what if they get you too?"

"Relax, I've done this job before," Vincent said as he ruffled her hair "At this place first then a week at the new location, remember?"

Crystal pulled a face and Vincent pecked her head.

"Oh yeah, you might want to call me Mike here."

"Mike?"

"Yeah, my new name's Mike Schmidt."

Crystal raised a cynical eyebrow.

"You named yourself after a baseball player?"

Vincent shrugged with a grin before going in. Crystal sighed, shaking her head before following him in.

It was a bit too quiet that night at Freddy Fazbear's. Dorothy didn't like it. She willed the animatronic she was confined in to move towards the office. Was there another security guard already? She didn't like it, she didn't like the security guards, all security guards were bad. She would go first, just to check if there was someone there. They all think it's a fault in the animatronics but really, they just needed to find him and be put to rest. Was this going to be the security guard to end it all? She will have to see. She was halfway down the corridor now, only a little further to go.

She would tell Lisa first. She and Lisa were the best of friends since their confinement. Dorothy wanted to reach out to Stacey too but she was rarely around. Pity. Then there was Gary who kept to himself too but sometimes jumped in to help catch the security guard. He was very strong. James often wandered out of the restaurant for some weird reason as well so he never showed in their games. Finally there was John who would approach the office when the power went out. He was weird for liking the dark. But then again, boys are weird.

Dorothy approached the open door and saw the small light in the office. There was a security guard! But who was it? She stood at the door and it didn't take long until she recognized…

"Why hello, Bon-Bon," he grinned and pulled out a crank "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"YOU!"

Dorothy screamed as the first night at Freddy's began. James heard the scream and hugged his knees closer to his chest as he rocked up and down by the doors.

"Justice…will be served…"

In the next chapter…

"Odour? I don't want to know."

"Let it out, Crissie, I'm here so just let it out."

"Wait a minute, I know you."