(Third Person P.O.V)

Vincent didn't like this new feeling, in fact, he hated it. It made him feel weird, definitely not like his normal, chirpy, chaotic self. He seemed to have slowed down a bit, but no one was there to notice but himself. She would've noticed, Vincent would constantly think. He knew Silver wouldn't be back for a while... she might not ever come back... thus forcing to face him with this new feeling even more.

The animatronics seemed to do a good job at cleaning up, but the repair men who came to help seemed to have assumed it was other pedestrians who felt bad for what happened and volunteered to help.

Vincent had to admit...he was helping a little bit. Not because he actually...what was the word... liked this place. Although he knew there was another word... just couldn't grasp it at the moment. He overheard the animatronics doing it for Silver, so due to this unnatural feeling, Vincent's subconscious forced him to help. Not alongside them, he fixed what he wanted by himself, for once... to possibly do something correctly. Especially around the office area, since that's where Silver would spend most of her time when she got back. Vincent would sneak supplies away from the others, but he took so little at a time they didn't seem to notice.

After the repair men left for the assumed second day after the fire, Vincent went back to the office to finish up and tie loose ends. No one seemed to had touched the office except for him, the repair men were busy with the large party rooms and animatronics' stages. Vincent thought he was doing a decent job so far, he needed no help, Vincent knew he might get more credit that way, but of course that wasn't the only reason he was doing that. Credit was not what he was mainly looking for. Finishing the security office, to Vincent, was like an apology to her. After all, he was still upset about that falling beam, alight in flames, crashing right onto her...He tried not to think about it, doing so made his the unknown feeling worse.

Maybe Silver was having the same issues, although she might know the word for this feeling.

Vincent was attempting to remove the ashes under the desk, there was some there from the wooden frame of the desk. Thankfully, the table was still standing. Although, something stood out and caught his attention. Under the desk, in the near center, was a much large pile of ash, as if something was covered by it. Vincent took his gloved hand and quickly brushed off the ash, revealing the shiny black electronic below. Vincent pulled it out, staring at the tablet, which was not even close to new condition. Silver must have dropped it in panic, it was covered in ash particles and there was a crack on every corner heading to the middle, luckily, it seemed like the tablet had partially survived. Vincent turned it on, happy it worked, but a few seconds later it flickered off, demolishing his excitement.

Although, this unknown feeling of wanting to see Silver again seemed to die down a little bit along with the tablet, and this had not occurred until he had found it under the ashes.

It reminded him of Silver. The first thought when he saw the crack was the idea of Silver possibly dropping it. It didn't seem like much, but at least it was something having to do with her. Anything to help this feeling die down...

All of a sudden it semi-went back up again. This had to do with Silver, and Vincent wanted to see her again. What if this tablet was the last thing Vincent had in commemoration of her? If the other workers found this, they'd throw it out without even thinking about who it belonged to. Slight panic struck Vincent as he realized he did not want this only ideal object related to her in danger of being possibly destroyed forever.

So, he did what any slightly-sane-person-with-no-idea-what-emotion-he-was-feeling would do. After finishing up the last of his work on the office, he was about to go to the basement... but while work was being done, all animatronics were put in the basement for storage. So it was the same situation as the three years of renovations.

Vincent had decided to go up to the attic, a place unknown to many and even he didn't remember it until recently, and holding a few light objects that were easy to carry up, and had no room in the basement. The attic was somewhat small, big enough for someone to stand in and walk around in. Nothing was in it, not even a cardboard box or any robot parts unlike the basement. A small window sat in the lower-center of the far wall opposite to the entrance. Vincent walked up to it, dusting off the window he could see outside. It wasn't a very big window, maybe a bit bigger then the tablet, but it was still big enough for one to look through.

With the tablet close to his chest, and his legs quietly folded against the floor, he waited, looking out the window. Waiting for her to finally come back. He was done his work of what he wanted to do... finally something he was not forced to do, and being a bit proud of the finally decent work he accomplished.

If anyone managed to find their way up here, Vincent only knew one thing:

No-one was going to lay a hand, or robotic paw, on the tablet.


(Silver P.O.V)

Sitting in a hospital all day had its perks, unfortunately there were many disadvantages to these perks. Especially in my condition. After a day or two I found myself constantly wanting to move. Get out of bed. Get back to my job and Vincent. D-Definitely because of the job...didn't want to lose that job...

Before I knew it, my bandaged were replaced and I was dispatched. Of course, the bandages would be on for a while...but I tried not to mind that. As I was leaving a doctor came up to me, and I immediately panicked that I could possibly stay another night, I heard Jordan grumble a little in agreement.

"Listen, kid-" I couldn't wait to turn eighteen so people would stop calling me that...is saying Miss Parkins really that bad? "You're right hand was so badly burnt that we're able to remove the burns, including that scar you have. Or you can just let it heal-"

"Yep. I'll just let it heal." I cut in, quickly walking past him before he asked anymore questions. Jordan quickly ran up behind me,

"What was that all about? I thought you wanted that scar-"

"I don't." I intruded again. "No explanations are needed."

Once I was dropped off back home with Max, I found a large box at my doorstep. Max picked it up and brought it in, setting it down on the coffee table, blabbering on about the many possibilities of the box's contents.

"Max, it's from work. It's probably just a new uniform." I explained. Max snatched the scissors from me,

"What if Vincent is in the box!" He giggled, "Vincent! Are you there?"

I rolled my eyes and watched him open it, and to his complete surprise it was in fact a new uniform. I gave him a smug smile as he grumbled and took out the hat. He placed it on his head and sat down on the couch.

Looking through the box, the uniform was the exact same, except now it was white. Which, in my opinion, was a better color any ways. Digging further I noticed a tablet at the bottom, finally, a decent one this time...


I left the house so quickly I forgot to wake up Max. I wasn't supposed to go in today, but I guess I just wanted to drop off the tablet and see what was going on, then I would leave. I didn't wear the new uniform, just casual jeans with a blue shirt and a new black sweatshirt I had gotten.

Arriving at the pizzeria, the front entrance already looked fixed, except the large, colorful sign above the door wasn't lighting up. Maybe the electricity was still having issues. When I walked in it was quite dark, but it wasn't so dark that I couldn't see. I quietly walked in the office, which seemed to be the only thing that seemed to be in renewed condition... well to me at least.

I set the tablet down on the desk, which seemed a bit shaky after the fire. They get a new tablet but not a new table...I will never understand the logic of these people. I quietly looked out and glanced down the hall, I was about to step out when I heard a small noise. I quickly turned back to see Vincent, who had just placed the old tablet on the desk beside the new one.

"Is it still working?" I questioned, quietly walking up next to him.

"It was," He half growled. "But it didn't survive a drop and being covered in ash. Which is honestly pathetic if you-"

Okay, I had to admit doing it right at that moment, was kinda weird. But I just needed to get all of the happiness out of me.

I hugged him.

"I..." I paused for a minute, "I missed you..."

Vincent just stood there, acting like he had no idea what I was doing. After a few seconds I let go and looked at him.

"So that's what that word is..." He trailed off.

"You don't know what missing someone is?" I questioned in disbelief.

"…No..." Vincent admitted, "... I-I only knew 'miss' as in, I throw something at someone and I miss… but this strange new seemed to have ended when-"

"I came back." I cut in, "That's how it works. You want someone to come back, and once they do, it goes-"

I froze in utter panic and confusion, my body tensing up a little at how, unexpected, it was.

He hugged me.

"Well in that case…" Vincent paused. "I missed you too." After a few seconds he let go, and I don't know if he was worried or confused due to the large smile on my face. I felt like I was going to explode from my heart racing so fast.

"... I don't know why but I am so happy right now!" I cheered. I held my arms against my chest and my hands against my face, and I almost began bouncing up and down. I had honestly been waiting for a moment like this since I could remember. I don't know why or how, I just did.

Vincent stood in complete confusion, but after a minute or two he got used to it, and a small smile crept onto his face, although he tilted his head slightly in confusion. "So that's what...hugs...do? They make people… 'happy'?" I quickly nodded in response. "Would it make you more... 'happy'...if I told you I redid the office while you were away...?"

I smiled more, giving a small laugh, "Ohmygosh yes!" I had to restrain myself from talking too loud... I couldn't help it!

I hadn't been this happy in years, I swear, I was freaking out more right now then I ever did before. Vincent just watched a few feet away from me, just watching me with a small smile on his face, as if my outburst was contagious.

After a few minutes...which seemed like hours... I calmed down, but not to a complete extent, since the never-ending smile was still glued to my face. I was about to talk when my phone rang, I quickly picked it up;

"Where the heck are you!?" Max yelled from the other line, very panicked at the fact I wasn't home.

"Be home in fifteen!" I told him, my voice very quick before hanging up. "Sorry, I wish I could stay, but Max is overreacting again. I'll be back early tomorrow!"

He slightly laughed, "Alright then." Vincent paused. "Won't I get that feeling again...um...oh! Won't I 'miss' you?"

"I gave you like two sweatshirts, did they burn?" I questioned.

Vincent nodded, "I couldn't find them after-" I had already taken my new sweatshirt off and throw it at him, it landing a bit short in front of him.

"I still got more, keep that just in case!" I yelled, running down the hall full-speed. Once I made it to the doors I let out a big cheer-slash-laugh before running out the doors and into the car. I started the engine, still feeling like I was bouncing up and down within the seat. I slowly realized I was acting like Max on a sugar-rush, which made me calm enough to pay a bit more attention to driving.

I had a weird feeling in my stomach that I might have a hard time sleeping tonight...