6Am, It seemed he was home free. He left the pizzeria, greeted by the lock-up guard who gave a brief nod. As usual Vincent was smirking as he left, As if proud to have survived yet another night and having bested the haunted animatronics. It had been around half 3 that morning that they had become relentless, they were hell bent on revenge and tried and tried to make the power run out. But Vincent knew their games, their tricks and methods and had bested them once again.

It was later on that day that he sat in the local coffee place, drinking back his second mug of coffee as he waited for PG. He had turned up about 10 minutes early just so he could dose up on some caffeine to keep him going, it was rare these days that he ever found the time to sleep. And once he did he was always haunted by the nightmares, the memories he swore he had no regret over. They repeated over and over in his mind, it was enough to drive a man crazy.

He heard the sound of familiar footsteps as he put down the mug, smirking lazily toward the other.

"Gooooood morning" Guy took the seat opposite, looking adorably uncomfortable. He was still unsure why Vincent wanted to talk with him but decided it would be best not to question it too much, the guy was reserved and lonely after all…

"Vince, you do realise its 1pm? Wouldn't it be the afternoon?"

Vince chuckled darkly. "Oh please, it's practically the morning to me…" It was at this point Guy could realise just how exhausted the man looked. Vincent's straggly and messy hair, practically standing up on end. With big dark black circles around his eyes, however he still kept the sick looking smirk he seemed to wear almost permanently.

"…Did you sleep at all after work?" He asked curiously, raising an eyebrow as he glanced to the two empty mugs of coffee on the table. Silently questioning just how much caffeine the man had consumed in a single day just to keep himself awake.

"Sleep is for the weak-minded anyway." Vincent shrugged, raising his hand to grab the waitress's attention and order two more coffee's.

"…So what exactly did you wish to talk to me about that couldn't be done over the phone?"

"Oh is it so wrong to want to spend some time with my dearest friend?" There was a mocking tone to his voice which ticked off Guy a little. But at the same time made him feel seriously anxious.

"To be perfectly honest, there is a subject I wished to bring up…" Vince cast his eyes down to the table top, averting eye contact as the waitress returned placing down the two coffees and scurrying off. Without moving his eyes off the table, his voice became lower and quieter, making him sound even more intimidating.

"About the… Animatronics." PG could feel Goosebumps on his arms at the mention of 'work'.

"Not much is known about their roaming mode, right?" Vincent's smirk had faded as he sat, staring at the table. "They say, the animatronics are unable to make a distinction between endo-skeleton and humans?"

PG sat in silence, he waited to see where the man was going with this. He could feel fear rising from the pit of his stomach.

"Well…That would make sense. But… What /if/ they're looking for someone specifically?" He looked up from the table, and directly to PG's eyes, judging his reaction. PG responded by averting his eyes and taking a long sip of his coffee to allow a pause, setting down the cup he looked back over toward him.

"What makes you say that?"

"I'm just pushing forward possible reasons I've been tinkering with…That's all." He said, his smirk gradually returning. There was something about this guy, PG thought. Something…Sinister. He couldn't quite put a finger on what it was that was so threatening and alarming about his presence, his voice.

"Looking for someone specific… But the animatronics, shouldn't be capable of human thought, right? I-I mean they shouldn't be capable of many things…But tactical thought and revenge?"

"…For normal animatronics' yes. But what if it's not /just/ animatronics." Vincent coaxed, wondering how long it would take for the other to catch on to what he was 'Suggesting'.

"…What do you… You don't mean…The incidents do you…? The children…?" PG's voice went quiet, as to avoid anyone overhearing the conversation.

"That's /exactly/ what I'm suggesting… Think it over, would you?" Vincent took a long swig of his coffee and leant back in his chair. So if PG had heard him correctly.. Vincent had suggested that the animatronics were tied to the mysterious deaths in the Frazbear chain industry? Well that idea had been thrown around in the office, but nothing taken up on it. The missing children, the suspicious suits… The murderer never found. If PG could remember correctly from the news articles and report files, Children had been lured into the back store room only to be brutally murdered, with their remains hidden away inside the suits. And if what Vincent was saying was true, that would mean it was those exact children, those unfortunate children. Possessing the suits and looking to take their revenge on the man who'd killed them, mistaking security guards as their killer because….

PG paled as the realisation hit him. Why else would they target the security guy unless, the man who killed them was tied in with the store? Had he worked there? Had he been… a guard of sorts? PG's mouth turned dry.

Vincent finished his coffee, he knew that even a slow dumb-witted fool would have come to the conclusion by now. But he doubted that the PG would count him as a suspect, not yet. In fact it was fun to toy with him like this, to see him play detective, to think he was coming on to something. He wondered just how far their game could play…

"Vincent… Why would you tell me this?"

Vincent gave a lazy grin, setting down his empty cup as he got up from his chair.

"They will not stop until they have illuminated whoever killed them, and finally get their revenge. Then those kids may be able to rest in peace… At least. That's what I think." And with that Vince gave a small wave.

"See ya around, phoney. Keep me posted if you discover anything else that could…help the case." He sniggered, leaving the café and leaving Guy sat in stunned and confused silence.

There's chapter 2 folks! (The plot thickens) sorry this chapter was a little slow but thanks for reading.