It was funny really, the amount of sleep he needed now.
Since being resurrected by the Puppet, Vincent hadn't really needed more than a couple hours of sleep to be fully rested. It fit so well with the fact that he was both night guard and performer.
It wasn't the only change that had occurred either. He no longer felt much pain. Even when he was shot in the chest, he only felt like he couldn't breathe. Apparently it was nearly impossible to properly repair nerves, so while he had a sense of touch, his pain receptors were damaged to the point of numbness.
He was also notably faster and stronger than when he was first alive. He still didn't have the same physical strength as Mike did, and Foxy was considerably faster than him, but he was still faster and stronger than a man of his build should be. Coupled with his incredible fighting skill, he had become a dangerous adversary.
When he was wearing the Spring suit, all of his strengths were greatly amplified. He was faster, stronger, and more energetic. This was easily explained by the fact that he was spirit bound to the suit, but there were a few things that couldn't be so easily explained. For instance, when he was shot, he didn't even bleed until after he had gotten out of the suit.
But that wasn't the problem today. No, today's problem was something that was a bit more difficult to solve.
They had run out of supplies to make pizza, and Chica was freaking out about it.
When a human freaks out, they might shout, maybe punch something.
When an animatronic freaks out, you wind up with holes in the walls.
"Chica calm down!" Mike said, trying to prevent the chicken from breaking any more walls. "We'll get some more supplies!"
"What am I supposed to do?!" Chica cried in despair. Ever since she had been badly damaged in '87 she had needed to be doing something, or she would begin to panic and freak out.
"You can help to clean up your mess." Vincent said.
"Vince, don't be rude." Mike scolded. "Although the way he said it wasn't very nice, his suggestion is helpful. We will need help to clean up before we open for the day." He said to Chica.
The yellow animatronic took a calming breath, or at least seemed to. One of the things that the animatronics didn't have was lungs. In almost any other way they resembled living beings. "Okay… I'll help clean up. I'm sorry."
"It's alright. We'll be back in a couple hours In the meantime, Puppet will repair the walls." Mike said. "See you soon."
Vincent checked his watch. There was only thirty minutes until the pizzeria was going to open for the day. Now that Chica was cooking, people were complimenting them on the incredible food, as well as the incredibly lifelike animatronics and friendly staff.
The only problem was that Chica never stopped cooking. In one day she had burned through all of the backup supplies. Percy, who had been the cook before Chica had been reactivated, had stockpiled what he believed to be enough for a week. Chica had gone through it all, and the interesting part was that the people ate it all. So not only were they out of supplies, but they had very little backup pizza.
When Chica was able to perform, odds were that she would be making pizza less often. She had an odd need to be doing something at all times, so she was cooking more or less nonstop. Chica wasn't the only one to have a bizarre quirk left over from the time they had all broken down. Bonnie had grown angry, holding grudges far longer now. Foxy had a tendency to just stop talking in the middle of a conversation and gaze off into space. Freddy, although he didn't have any obvious problems, was always thinking, planning, and plotting; he couldn't calm down, regardless of the scenario.
"Hey Mike, we'd better be getting back soon." Vincent informed his boss.
"One moment Vince, let me just place this order for the next month." Mike said, focusing on the paperwork.
"Mike, its thirty minutes until opening time." Vincent said impatiently.
"Okay then, let's go." Mike replied, finishing with his signature.
They arrived back at the pizzeria with ten minutes until opening time.
They were greeted by the sight of two men trying to pick the lock on the front door.
"What is it about Freddy Fazbear's pizza that attracts criminals…?" Mike muttered to himself before climbing out of his car. "Hey you! What do you think you're doing?" He shouted.
Both men jumped in fear, then dropped their lock picking tools and drew knives.
"I'll take care of Bozo and Buffoon. You can take the stuff in." Vincent informed Mike.
Mike shrugged. "If you think you can do it, go right ahead." Mike turned and began to unload the car.
"Alright boys, let's get this over with." Vincent said.
"What makes you think you can handle both of us at once?" One of the robbers said.
"Well, you remember that little fiasco three days ago? The one with five armed men attempting to rob the very building you're trying to get into?" Vincent paused to see their reactions. "I'm the one who disabled four of them." Now they started to blanch. "So put your knives down now, and leave. You technically haven't done anything wrong yet, so if you leave now, you might not wind up in jail."
The two robbers looked at each other, then rushed Vincent.
"Can't say I didn't warn you." Vincent said with a shrug. In the blink of an eye, Vincent had disarmed the two robbers and had them both pinned to the ground. "Alright, Mike. Just remember to say they initiated the fight."
"Got it." Mike said, carrying the supplies inside.
Less than five minutes later, the police had picked up the two crooks and taken them away.
Going inside, the damage that had been done earlier was entirely gone. It was almost as if it had been magically repaired. Of course, it had been magically repaired, but that was beside the point.
"Hey Puppet, we had an attempted break-in." Mike said. "Please check to make sure the lock isn't broken."
"Just as well whoever it was didn't get in, we already have one maniac."
If it isn't obvious who the Puppet is referring to, you may need to reread most, if not all, of the story.
Just some more filler, along with a situation assessment.