"HiMikehow'sitgoingVincentgavemesomecoffeeandIloveitseeyoulaterbye!"

Mike blinked. "What?" From what little he had noticed, Goldie had teleported in, said something about coffee, and vanished again in the blink of an eye. "Did someone give him coffee…?" Mike stopped there. "Of course…"

The man stood up and exited his office, making his way to the main show area. From time to time he would spot Goldie flickering in and out of sight, appearing in one place then vanishing and appearing in another. Ordinarily it would've been unnerving, but the whole time the yellow bear was wearing a goofy grin and laughing.

Mike marched into the main show area to find Vincent lying on the ground, laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe. "Alright Vince, what did you do?"

Vincent slowly settled down, regaining his breath. "Hey Mike! Did you know… if you feed coffee to one of the animatronics, they go crazy?"

The green eyed man scowled. "I hope you don't mean literally insane."

"No, no. Fritz said something about volts and amps, but I didn't really hear him, I wasn't paying attention. He also said something about not giving the animatronics alcohol or caffeine, specifically coffee." Vincent said, standing up.

"So the first thing you did is give Goldie coffee." It wasn't a question.

"Well, I wanted to give it to BB first, but he took one taste and spat it out. Smart kid. The other toys didn't even want to try it, said something about me being up to something, can't say I blame them. I wanted to try the Puppet next, but it had no effect on them. Shame really, seeing a spindly armed ghost running through the place at Mach four would've been hilarious. So, I tried giving it to foxy, but he waved me off. I couldn't find Freddy or Chica, but Bonnie was willing to give it a try, until he realized that it was coffee, then muttered something about not wanting to go hyperactive. That left Fredbear." Vincent went through his list systematically.

Mile sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Vincent, I thought you hated coffee…?"

"I do. I wanted to know if the animatronic liked it."

"If you ever attempt to give any of them any form of alcohol, I'm going to get the Puppet to resurrect you as a beetle."

"Point taken. I'll just throw out the beer bottles then." Vincent said with a mischievous grin.

"Please tell me you didn't actually get beer just to see what reaction the animatronics have to it…" his employer said wearily.

"I didn't. I don't usually touch alcohol, ruins my focus."

There was a loud thump and both of them turned to see Fredbear passed out on the floor. "And that, my ADHD friend, is why we don't give the animatronics coffee." Mike informed Vincent.

"Lesson learned, I'll only give coffee to the animatronics when it would be suitably hilarious." Vincent said, raising his right hand in the air as if to make an oath.

"Vince…"

"Fine. I won't give the animatronics coffee." Vincent said, lowing his hand. "You're no fun."

"I'm trying to prevent anything from breaking, there's a big difference."

Vincent checked his watch. "I need to get going."

Mike frowned. "Where?"

"Got some scouting to do." Vincent said with a wink, walking towards the main entrance.

"We're opening in half an hour!"

"I'll be back by then, don't worry." Vincent said, before walking out the door.


Vincent had worked at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza for four years before he hit any issues. He was a dedicated worker, and despite his apathy he acted like a good friend, caring and happy. It was just that, however. An act. He cared little for his coworkers, and even less for the children that it was his job to protect. He had quickly been promoted to head of security once a second security guard was hired, and he was careful to maintain his new position.

Management had decided to completely change the lineup of characters. Bonnie was changed from a yellow female bunny to a lavender colored male rabbit. Fredbear was completely removed from the character lineup and replaced by Freddy Fazbear, a brown bear with a black tie and top hat. Two other characters were added as well, Chica, a female chicken, and Foxy, a male pirate fox. The creepy marionette that came from Fredbear's was put into storage, for later potential use.

Both of the original mascot suits were transformed into something called a spring lock suit. These specialized suits had an endoskeleton in them that could be compressed against the walls of the suit, making it usable as both an animatronic and a costume. Vincent hated the things, but it meant that, from time to time, Fredbear was onstage instead of those new, creepy animatronics. As a major member of the company, Vincent was trained in the use of the spring lock suits, and knew exactly how to avoid being crushed by them, but he loathed them nonetheless, and refused to use them unless in an absolute emergency.

It was on a fairly normal day in the October of 1983 that Tony called in on him for a job. His objective was to shut down Freddy Fazbear's Pizza by any means necessary. It wasn't necessary to make sure that the place wouldn't reopen, but Tony and his group needed that location for the next few years, it was in a prime location for drug trafficking.

At first, Vincent didn't do anything drastic. Some rumors, a couple of broken parts on the animatronics, and vandalizing the place at night. He was never caught, but it didn't lead to the place closing down either. It was after a couple weeks of these attempts that he received some more decisive instructions. Kill some of the kids.

Vincent didn't want to at first, it was wrong. He didn't care much about them, but it would be wrong to just kill a bunch of kids. On the other hand, it was a big payout, and it would be enough to send Marcus to college…

It was another week before Vincent put the plan into action. He knew that the best way to get the kids to the back room would be to use one of the animatronics. He didn't want Fredbear to be associated with the murders, so he used the Spring Bonnie suit. He gathered up five children and lured them to the back room with the promise of seeing a 'Secret character'. The job got messy, and two of the kids had tried to escape, but he had killed them before they could go anywhere. As the final step of his plan, he hid the bodies inside the animatronics, to ensure that they would never be found. He hated having to stuff a child inside of Fredbear, and he knew that the body would be found, but he had to. By the time anyone found the bodies, it would be too late.

He was entirely right. The next day, the animatronics had all been cleaned, and the body of the kid he stuffed into Fredbear was missing entirely. Unfortunately, it didn't cause the place to shut down. It did, however, cause a security guard to be hired for the night shift. Most of the time, the guard stayed all of one night, screaming about killer robots and psychotic animatronics as they left. The only guard who stayed more than a couple nights was a bulky young man named Mike. The kid was clever, but far too trusting for his own good.

As the deadline that Tony had given him closed in, Vincent began to worry that he couldn't force the place to shut down in time. In a desperate ploy, he rigged the Fredbear and Spring Bonnie suits to collapse upon the next person to use them. It worked, causing the unfortunate brothers who acted out the mascots to be crushed, killing them both.

It turned out that a public 'accident' was all that was needed to get the place shut down. Fazbear Entertainment closed the place down with the announcement that they would be reopening across town with 'safer' animatronics.


Vincent shook his head. That wasn't important right now. His current goal was to find places he could take the animatronics that he knew they would enjoy. He had already decided that the park was a good idea, they would love the scenery, but he wanted to locate a place to eat. The best way to do that was to use his eyes.

After a few minutes of walking, Vincent finally spotted what he was looking for. He took note of the location and turned around to head back to the pizzeria. He had another twenty minutes to return to the pizzeria. He was about halfway to his destination when something swung out of the darkness of an alley, catching Vincent on the head.


Four years later. It was four years after the first Freddy Fazbear's Pizza shut down, and they were opening a new location. Spring Bonnie was left behind, blocked up in the safe room, while Fredbear was stripped of his spring locks and endoskeleton, leaving him just an empty suit.

The old animatronics were in an absolutely terrible condition. Vincent could care less what happened to any of the accursed robots, but it was almost saddening, learning that the old things were in such a bad condition. Bonnie was missing not only his face, but his entire left arm. Chica's hands were both removed, and some bozo had thought it would be a good idea to see how far they could open her jaw, resulting in the endoskeleton being the only reason the top of her head was still attached to her body. Freddy and Foxy weren't in as bad of a state, but the optical sensors on the fox were extremely glitchy, causing him to reset entirely when a light was shined in his face.

The new animatronics weren't much better. Fazbear Entertainment had tried to make them more 'kid friendly' and in doing so had absolutely ruined the identities of the characters. The new Freddy looked like it was overweight, so much for being a good role-model. New Bonnie was feminine to a fault, despite the fact that the character was SUPPOSEDLY a male now. Chica's redesign was catastrophic. The color choice on… certain parts was an absolutely idiotic decision, not to mention the body shape being far too suggestive for a child entertainer. The new Foxy was the only one Vincent didn't have a major gripe with, but that changed once he saw the kids dismantling the thing.

In the interim between the two locations, Vincent had met a clever little man named Franklin. The kid was a genius, he knew exactly how to manipulate computers to do what he wanted them to. His biggest flaw, however, was that he wasn't physically powerful. Franklin was scrawny and short, and unlike Vincent didn't have the necessary speed to make up for it. In order for both of them to better survive, Franklin would help Vincent with technological issues, in exchange for Vincent's fighting prowess.

Franklin had the beginnings of a good fighter in him. He was small enough that most people underestimated him, but had enough muscle mass to hold his own, should a conflict arise. Vincent took to teaching him how to defend himself, in case the kid should ever need it.

It wasn't very long before Tony called up Vincent with yet another job. This time his goal would be to get those sickeningly cute new robots put out of commission permanently. He was to use similar methods to the previous attack on Fazbear's but to find some way to get them to scrap the plastic animatronics.

Vincent knew this would be an issue. The creepy puppet from Fredbear's had been made a permanent character in this new location, and even had its own little area, the Prize Corner. The thing had tried more than once to strangle him when nobody else was around, and he had only escaped by the skin of his teeth. It had even been adapted with a basic endoskeleton, so that it could move around in order to better give children presents.

In order to make this new job work he enlisted the help of Franklin, his new friend. He had the clever man devise a virus that he could apply to all of the toy animatronics. Hopefully the disruption to their facial recognition program would be enough for Vincent to proceed with the second part of the operation.

It was. The toy animatronics couldn't tell one security guard from another, and before anyone could attempt to fix them, Vincent had already taken five children to the back room with another promise of seeing the 'secret character'. He couldn't stuff them into suits like last time, but he was thankful for the fact that the company was willing enough to wipe up his mess that they completely disregarded the loss of human life and dispose of the bodies.

It made Vincent almost feel sick to have to kill so many children, just to make his employer happy. But it was paying for Marcus' education, and that was the important part.

The weirdest part of the new location was that Mike had returned, and had volunteered to be the engineer for the animatronics, the whole lot of them. It was incredibly strange, who would want to help those creepy robots? But at the end of Mike's week as night guard, he found something that made him shudder. A note that read 'speak to them'. It was like the animatronics were alive. But that was impossible. Right?

It didn't really matter anyways. As soon as Mike's replacement was moved to the day shift, the poor kid had his head munched by toy Foxy, or Mangle, as everyone had taken to calling it. That was the event that got the place shut down. Not the five dead children, but one man, who SURVIVED, getting his head nibbled by a robot. It didn't matter anyway. The toy animatronics were set to be scrapped. Vincent would receive the pay he was owed.


Vincent woke up, but made sure to keep his breathing even so that his assailant wouldn't know that he was conscious.

"Just get the money and slit 'is throat."

"You idiot, what do you think will happen when they find the body?"

"It shouldn't matter anyways, just take his wallet."

"I dunno why we ever listen to you!"

Three people, it sounded like. One of them with an accent that he couldn't quite place, one of them sounded like an intellectual, and the last was probably moronic, if conventions followed through.

Now was as good a time as any to surprise them. "Have you ever heard of the Violet Assassin?" He asked, otherwise not moving an inch.

"Who said that?"

"The Violet Assassin… that's a title I haven't heard in a long time."

"Who's the Violet Assassin?"

Vincent inwardly chuckled. These three were morons. He snapped his eyes open and quickly jumped to his feet, snatching a knife off of the closest of the three muggers and hurling it at the gun that another one held. To finish his trick, he knocked the third member of their little gang unconscious with a jab to the throat, then whirled back around and kneed the first mugger in the gut. "Answer to your questions: you're looking at him."

Vincent began to walk out the alley when a voice made him stop in his tracks.

"Never thought I'd see the day I get to kill a legend."

The pale man ducked just before a gunshot rang out, bullet whizzing over his head. Vincent whirled around to see a fourth mugger, this one wearing what looked like gang colors. At the sight of the insignia on the man's jacket, Vincent's blood ran cold.

Tony's band of 'gentlemen' were still terrorizing this city.

"So, Vincent Tollini eh? I thought you were dead. You vanished for sixteen years without a trace, and here you are. Hair white as snow, but not a wrinkle on your face." The man said, an antique looking revolver resting in his hand. Vincent knew better than to think that the weapon was old, Tony's henchmen all used bizarre and often fancy looking weapons. None of them were anything but top quality. The lone exception had been Vincent, and that was purely because he preferred a plain steel knife to some fancy dagger.

"I can't help but feel like I should know you, but you obviously weren't important enough for me to remember." Vincent replied. "In any case, you should know better than to point a weapon at a man who's made thirty kills."

His assailant chuckled. "I will admit, you were one of the best. The Violet Assassin, your title was. The deadliest man on the streets. Killed ten kids just for a paycheck. Hunted his own brother for three years, before just disappearing. You're a legend, among our inner circle." The man chuckled again, steadying his aim. "But even legends die." The man pulled the trigger.

Click…

"What?" he looked down at his revolver.

"You're an idiot." Vincent said, producing a knife from somewhere on his person. "You didn't even pull the hammer back." Vincent launched the knife, catching the man's revolver and knocking it to the ground. The ex-assassin walked up to the man who owned the revolver and picked him up. It didn't seem like it should've been possible, seeing as how Vincent was extremely scrawny, but he lifted him by the front of his shirt as if he weighed nothing.

"Please don't kill me!" the man squeaked.

Vincent scoffed. "You're pathetic. You had multiple opportunities to kill me, but you didn't take any of them." He jabbed the man in the temple, knocking him unconscious. "Night, night. Bastard."

He turned and left the alley, trying to remember who exactly he had just incapacitated. There was an old man back in '93 that had used a revolver, had been a deadeye with it too. Old coot could pin a fly at a hundred meters, using nothing more than an unwieldy revolver. He'd been downright insane too. Always muttering about 'them' being after him and 'them' watching. Now that Vincent thought about it, a teenager had often followed the old man around. That was probably the moron he had just knocked out. What had the old man called himself? Revolver something…

It didn't really matter. The buffoon who had inherited his weapon of choice was doing a crappy job of maintaining his legacy. He missed the first shot, and gave Vincent a warning beforehand. Idiot.

Vincent checked his watch. Five minutes until opening time. With a swear at his lips, Vincent began to sprint back to the pizzeria. Hopefully he could get back in time before they opened…


Long chapter this time. I'm increasing the amount of words I put into a chapter before I consider it good enough to post.

I've wanted to do the scene with hyperactive Fredbear/Goldie for a while, I decided that now would be a good enough time to fit it in.

We also go over more of Vincent's past.