Looking at where the mask would have been Vincent could see the familiar face of Scott his face apparently frozen with fear and pain and a helpless look in his eyes. Seemingly looking at him for help. Vincent gasped, falling back as he stared at Scott's face. The mask of the Golden Freddy clattered to the floor from being dropped.
"S-s-Scott…" Vincent mumbled, starting to cry again.
"Vincent, dude where are you?" A voice said walking over to the break room. "I swear i'm not going to take your shift, come out."
Vincent quickly wiped his eyes, sniffling as he tried to look like he hadn't been crying.
A man with spiked up black hair and Hazel eyes appeared in the doorway of the break room. "Ah that's where you went. It's almost closing time." The man said.
"O-of course." Vincent nodded, sniffling as he looked away from the Golden Freddy suit at the man.
"You okay?" The man said looking a little worriedly at Vincent.
"I guess. I mean, it's kinda hard finding out your brother is dead and you're being accused of killing him." Vincent sighed.
"I'd hate to be accused of killing my bro. I can imagine it must be hard on ya." The man said sympathetically.
"You've got a brother?" Vincent looked surprised. "You didn't really seem the brotherly type."
"Yeah, you'd never guess huh. Victor and me don't really act the same, huh." The man chuckled.
Vincent's eyes widened more. "Wow. Victor's your brother? Now I really can't believe it." Vincent said.
"Yeah we look and act nothing alike. But I love my little bro, even if he'd never believe that." The man laughed.
"I get the feeling deep down he shares that feeling." Vincent chuckled weakly.
"Who knows, He's always got his head in the books. And hardly talks to anyone more than he needs, i'm sure he hardly even notices when i'm around him or rather much cares. But that's him." The man sighed. "Oh we haven't really talked much, names Samson, Samson Hill." The man said with a smile.
"Sounds like me and Scott, only reversed. As much as Scott would spit and grumble about me being around, he'd always know how to make me feel welcome and make me feel like he was my brother." Vincent chuckled. "Name's Vincent Bishop."
"Funny how that works huh. Brothers are interesting, one moment there cussing you out the next there being friendly. Nice to met ya Vincent." Samson said.
"True enough. The first time we met, he was all grumpy about me 'taking over his room' and did everything he could to push me out. And then right when my first day of school happened, I got cornered by some bastards, and Scott showed up and defended me. Even took a knife wound for me." Vincent said softly.
"Yeah Victor was like that as well when we were kiddo's he'd complaine that he was being overwhelmed by my stuff since we had to share a room as well. Tho I still say his books and such were everywhere I had my little space and he had the rest basically. If it weren't for our little sis Cathryn we'd probably have strangled each other to death by now." Samson chuckled. "Ah that's what big brothers are for protect our siblings, their family and we love you guys, no matter how much you can get on our very last nerves."
"On top of that we had to share with all his siblings. I imagine there were probably ten or more kids in that house, twelve if you count me and Scott." Vincent chuckled. "Poor Scott was squished between me and his baby siblings."
"Wow lot's of kids. It was only me, Victor and Cathryn but it was a small house. Cathryn got her own room tho out of the four bedrooms in our house. Victor was a little bitter about having to move out of that room into mine when she came around but he loves her so he gave in." Samson chuckled.
"Scott's family was kinda rich, so they had a bigger vacation house, then they had their small, nice little townhouse. His dad and mom were pretty old, from what I remember. So I imagine they had Scott a bit late in their lives." Vincent chuckled. "Someone's going to have to tell his family that he's dead. Poor Carolyn will be heartbroken."
"Ah never had the comfort of being rich my family was always just barely making it around. Dad always tried his hardest after mom's death. Hey at least she still has you so she can at least get over it after awhile just be easy with it." Samson said.
"Yeah. I was surprised to find just how strict his dad was though. Scott certainly wasn't a spoiled brat. He rarely, if ever, got what he wanted. With his dad, if you wanted something, you had to bargain for it." Vincent chuckled. "Hopefully. I just hope she doesn't blame me. As if I don't blame myself already."
"Ah father was hardly home and so I basically was a dad for my siblings. If we wanted something we had to work for it, unless your Cathryn she knew she could ask any guy for something and he'd get it just by her looks." Samson sighed. "I'm sure she won't. It wasn't your fault dude, it wasn't anyone's. It's just what happened. Sad and we wish it hadn't, but it did."
"Ah, with Scott's dad you had to give legitimate reasons why you absolutely could not live without what you were asking for." Vincent chuckled. "It was my fault. I should have been here. He shouldn't have had to do my job and take over. It should have been me in that suit. Not Scott."
"Tough dude to crack i'm guessing." Samson said with a smile. "No it wasn't things happen we can't go blaming ourselves on everything. You didn't know he didn't know no one did, if we had known what was going to happen no one would have stayed the night. If it should have been you then you would have been." Samson sighed sadly.
"Really tough. You had to absolutely need what you were asking for. Like you couldn't live without what you were asking for. Carolyn usually managed to get her way by dramatizing everything. Scott would just be all pissed off till he got what he wanted. Not that that was very different from his normal self." Vincent chuckled. "It was my fault. I should have been here. He shouldn't have had to cover for me. This was supposed to be my job. My fate. Not his."
"Ah sounds like a little bit of fun to hear." Samson chuckled. "I'm sure you had something you were doing and weren't thinking about work it's not your fault i've done that once. Things happen and plus if anyone with a tough life knows. Life isn't fair and probably never will ever be. Things happen that we can't stop or change as much as we wish it had."
"You were busy killing those kids and getting Scott killed." Samson added, his tone a lot darker.
Vincent was caught off guard by the last comment and looked at Samson in surprise. "I'm sorry I don't think I heard that last part Samson." Vincent said with hope that it was just his mind playing tricks again.
"I said you were busy killing those kids and running off like a coward, and getting Scott killed." Samson growled, now glaring at Vincent.
Vincent gulped worrisomely and shook his head looking away. "No" Vincent mumbled.
"Huh?" Samson looked at him, confused. "No what?"
Vincent looked back at Samson. "Uh something I was thinking about sorry." Vincent said with a nervous chuckle.
"Ah. Well it's closing time. Robots coming to life, that sort of stuff." Samson said, backing away slowly and looking at Vincent freaked out.
"R-right. Uh see ya around." Vincent said with a sigh. Samon nodded, before turning and leaving.