"It doesn't hurt, does it?"

"No..." The rugged phone-man assured you while you wiped away smudges of dirt from the backside of his head. His dark hands were preoccupied with his clothing, ironing out any sort of rubble or crevice with the harsh padding of his fingers. Boss was nearby leaning against his desk, watching the two of you interact. He hadn't spoken much since the Vincident (lel), but everything he could've possibly been thinking was easily deciphered on his worn features. Him watching you made you shrink inwardly. It didn't help that his office was so small. Any tighter and it would have felt like the walls were closing in.

"You sure you'll be okay to work tonight?" He asked Scott while drumming his fingers against the table. "I know you've been rough-housed a bit and you haven't had much time to sleep. Plus you got that shift later on tonight."

"I'll be fine," Said Scott, his head dipping a bit in defeat. The new angle allowed you to catch sight of a long crack running horizontally across his plastic. You flinched slightly when you saw it. Vincent had done quite a number on him.

"Wow man, that's a gnarly crack you got there," You stated, pausing because you didn't want to seem rude. When he didn't say anything you continued. "Will this leave a scar?"

Without meeting your eyes, Scott delivered his answer. "No, us telephones undergo reincarnation for a while until we emerge completely anew like phoenixes from the ashes."

You blinked several times, wondering to process that information. All you could think of was the episode where Amethyst's cracked her gem.
"Oh... Kind of like a crystal gem?"
You asked nervously before Scott snorted at you.

"I'm kidding, obviously. Yes it'll scar. The damage is the same as it would be for any other type of phone. A fresh coat of paint should do the trick."

At first, you felt embarrassed for having bought the admittedly bizarre explanation.
And using Steven Universe as an example.
But then you managed a smile. Scott was unlike any person you'd ever met before. Worked long hours, had to put up with sexual harassment and physical attacks, didn't have much time for himself, and still managed to make a joke once in a while.

"And you don't want to sue him?" The boss asked with a single brow lifted. "I mean, patching yourself up will cost a buck or two. I'd cut Vincent's pay to cover the damage but I can't have people noticing and then going up my ass for not firing him."

At this, you frowned. Boss made a good point against himself. Why didn't he just fire Vincent? Was his desperation for employees, according to Vincent, really that bad?

"There's no need for further drama," Scott answered. "I just want to move on."

Once he seemed sure that it was safe to leave, the boss rose from his chair and bid the both of you goodbye yet again.

"You can spend a bit more time in here to catch your breath, but not too long. Remember, I'm running a business here."

Your thoughts went sour.

'A really messed up business given what you let slide by, Boss.'

"If you have any trouble tonight that neither of you feel comfortable dealing with, notify me or the police if you have to. We've had enough brouhahas for one night. "

After he was gone, the atmosphere left behind felt heavily somber. The boss had closed the door behind him, supposedly to keep anyone from noticing you both and prodding the fire just as it was starting to fizzle out. Being alone with Scott made something inside you swell. You recognized it instantly as guilt. He still sat in front of you, swiveling side to side in a chair while you were behind him, cloth in hand yet no longer tending to what could be considered wounds on his interface.

You set it down and sighed, bringing your hands to cup over your eyes.

"I'm so sorry about all this."

Scott startled you when he whirled around, gawking with as much intensity as a phone dial could muster.

"Don't even think about apologizing, (Y/N). This is far from being your fault. Vincent is just possessive by nature. That's all there is to it."

He then rested his head in his hand, using an elbow for support.

"Though I gotta say...I've never seen it this extreme before."

You didn't like the way he said that.

"Wwwhhhaaatttt does that mean?"

Scott's wondering came to a halt as he suddenly got up, stepped past you and then ushered you out of the office.

"We need to be out there. Customers can only go unsupervised for so long."

Though you didn't say it out loud, you thought to yourself bitterly that perhaps some of the workers here were far more dangerous than the customers could ever hope to be.
'Purple workers to be exact.'

As usual, nothing terribly eventful went on throughout the day. Children were rowdy, but not to the extent that it demanded a security guard or assistant intervene. Only half an hour after you and Scott had reentered the environment, you grouped together near the prize counter. Scott was holding a cup of lukewarm coffee that he'd smuggled out of the lounge. You watched with great interest the way he removed the phone from his head and poured the caffeinated liquid into the receiver. That was how he drank, you presumed. Each time it was accompanied by a faint gurgling.
Weird... But awesome at the same time.

You yourself had a bottle of water in hand, but had only taken a single swig when you were unsure of how to approach a new conversation with Scott. What was there you two could talk about? Other than Gravity Falls of course. But you didn't think he would like to talk about something like that at this time.

Only one word, one name, came back as an answer in your head. You rrreeaalllyyy didn't want to go there, but seeing as how there was really nothing as important to talk about, you went with it.

"So quick question, has Vincent always been bothering you?" You asked, head cocked slightly. "Like since day one?"

To your surprise, Scott didn't seem to mind discussing the very person that had assaulted him mere hours ago and leaned his head back.

"Pretty much. The first time we met I knew there was something a bit...off, I guess, about him. I mean, at least compared to all the people I've ever known in my life. He hit on me a lot and I wasn't used to it. For a while I couldn't tell if he was being serious or not and kind of just laughed it off. But then he began suggesting things that grossly overstepped his boundaries, and that's when my naiveté finally reached its end and I started standing up for myself." He turned the cup over in his hands, examining the Fazbear trio inked along the diameter. "It was a bit difficult at first, but then it started becoming procedural. Now it's nothing but a constant nuisance I deal with."

You nodded your head eyes closed for a second before addressing him again.

"Well I'm glad you were able to find your way. I know that it's only day two for me with him, but I'm starting to feel like we might be going there now." You paused, before decided to tell him the truth. "Honestly, I didn't tell you this but yesterday, he tricked me and pulled me into a closet, I'm pretty sure I knew what his intentions were. I fought him off though, didn't give him any chances. I probably left a few bruises and cuts on him though. He didn't really do anything about it, he just played it off like it never happened. And the next time he had me alone in a room, he didn't try anything... Much."
Suddenly your eyes widened and you snapped your fingers. "Oh man I almost forgot!'
You reach into your pocket and pulled out the needle.
"Today I found out that these things scare the poo out of him! I used it to make him stay away from me and to make sure he didn't lunge for your throat again. I suggest you get some of these in the future."

You couldn't really tell what expression he had because it was hard to tell what emotion a phone had, but you could tell he was surprised. He leaned forward to take a closer look at it. "A needle? Really? Are you sure?!"
"Yea bro positive! I kid you not he was trembling when I found this thing in my pocket."
Yea he was defiantly surprised. He sighed calmly, leaning back against the wall. "Well sure as heck wish I had known that sooner, thanks for telling me (Y/N)."
"Hey no prob. You know, we could have a secret hiding place for these things, so we could always grab one when he's being annoying again... Or better yet we should place a few on Boss's desk and watch him freak out!" You said bursting out loud.
You looked over at Scott and were supposed to see that he wasn't joining in with your excitement. He was staring at you like he was concerned. Suddenly the atmosphere became very awkward, and you were wondering if it was your fault. "Look, I didn't really mean it, I was just-"

"(Y/N)..." He started, cutting you off. "I stay here because I like this place. I'm a bigger man than Vincent, or at least that's how I see it, and only when I tell myself that do I gain the strength to shrug him and his advances off. But you..." He cleared his throat, "You don't have to stay here, you know. You have no obligation to."

With a sad smile, you found yourself nodding.

"I know. I thought about quitting the first day. But there's a lot of things that keep me from going through with it. I want to have a job this summer, for starters. I also don't want Vincent to think he ran me out of here and give him that power. But most importantly, and I know this is silly, but I really truly don't trust that he's not going to seriously hurt someone eventually, whether that be you, another employee, or a customer. And I'll let you in on a secret."
You leaned closer, holding your hand up to your face like a cover.
"I have a dad that, is like, a tie-boxing master, and I've learned a thing or two about self-defense from him. He's taught me everything I need to know about keeping myself and others safe. Plus it helps that I train at the gym every weekend, can't get soft you know." You finished, smiling as you pulled away.

"Oh..." Scott said, in a way that sort of comforted you. It didn't seem like he felt you were sharing unnecessary information. Quite the opposite, in fact. It came across as though he understood very well where you were coming from, and he was more than just accepting.

"Still, I'm sorry that things are the way they are, (Y/N). I just wish there were more employees here so Boss could get rid of Vincent once and for all. But there's not anything I can do for you, and that's hard for me to accept. Especially since...well..."

You turned you head slowly to the side in suspicion, forming duck lips. "Weeeellllll?"

"I think Vincent really likes you."

You threw you head back and snorted so loud, but you didn't care. "PPPFFFTTTT Yea tell me something I don't know, the creep." You took another quick swig of your water.

"(Y/N), this is serious. Did you see the way he looked at you?" Scott said, getting off the wall and meeting your eyes. His tone was serious.
"It's no secret he's attracted to you, (Y/N). But you seem to affect him in more than just that one way. He suddenly became so vulnerable when you confronted him earlier, even if you did have the needle. I'd never expect that from someone like him. Not to mention the reason he tried to fight me in the first place had everything to do with you. He already didn't like being away from you, but the fact someone lied to him to make it happen, plus the fact I was the substitute...it's the reason he went into a full-on rage."

You weren't sure what to say about all this. You kind of already knew this. But then you just realized that Scott was implying more than you originally thought.

"Wait, are you saying what I think you're saying?! He doesn't know anything about me, and the only thing he's pursued is... getting in a bed with me Oh gosh that sounded so gross!" You shivered a second after saying that.
"He's been more adamant about that than anything else. So please tell me, why he, all of a sudden, would feel more than just lust?"

"Maybe he doesn't even know," Scott answered. "Maybe it scares him too."

"Vincent...scared? I mean yea of needles, but that?"

"Of love? Sure. I can see that."

A wave of tension rolled over you. Love was a very heavy word, and one you'd never, NEVER, use to describe how you felt for some one as evil as Vincent. You were suddenly questioning some things you'd known and learned since first stepping into Freddy Fazbear's and meeting the purple headache. You hated him, but you were also just incredibly confused by him.
And also you hated him.
For manipulating you, for messing with you, for invading your person space, and for making a big unnecessary scene in the pizzeria.

"Well, even if he is, I'm not going to let anything he does get to me, because unfortunately for him, I don't return those feelings. At all. Honestly, he has more luck trying to keep his job here if there were more employees, than ever getting a sliver of a chance at... Anything. I'm dead serious."

You and Scott didn't say much else after that, before breaking away so that you could continue with your jobs. It was an easygoing shift given, especially considering who you were partnered up with, but after that talk, your head was filled to the brim with anxiety. Sure, you didn't really have anything to hide anymore, but now you were left to wonder about something you were once were so certain of. Who was Vincent? Why was he affecting you this way?

By the end of the night, you were free to go while Scott had to stay behind and work the night shift. You were collecting your things (like your cheese burger pack pack, when suddenly a car alarm sounded off out side.

"What the heck? Is that mine?"
You asked yourself, rushing over to the door. You saw that Scott was already over there, leaning against the window to look outside toward the noise.
He was probably waiting for you.
You rushed up next to him, taking a glance outside before rushing past the doors, keys in hand.

As you ran out to your car, you saw a figure trying to get into your car. "Hey! What the heck-a-hedron do you think you're doing?!" You yelled at the guy. The figure lifted his head and bolted, but before he disappeared, you saw a flash of purple.
'Oh. MyGawd' You thought to yourself, watching the figure retreat.
'Did Vincent just try to break in my car?!'

Suddenly Scott ran up behind you. "Hey is everything alright?" He asked you, concerned and worried.
"I'm ok, but I kid you not I think Vincent was just trying to get into my car, the clod." You said, facing him.

Scott whipped his head, like he was sweating. "Great, up to his old tricks I see. I'll walk you to your car. Just to make sure you're safe," He said, looking around to see if he could spot anything suspicious. You smiled, thanking him as you made your way to your awesome nightfury car.

Once you reached your vehicle, you opened your door, but before slipping inside you turned to Scott and furrowed your brow in conflict.

'Should I? Should I not? Would I be making things awkward?
Nnnaaaa he's my bro!'

You'd suddenly flung yourself at him and wound your arms around his torso in a tight bear hug. It was strange given how much taller he was, but he still was able to return it, his hands patting your shoulder as the two of you unfurled.

"You be careful on your way home, okay?" He said. You nodded. "Yes sir bro sir. And good luck with tonight."

He then waved once before going back toward the entrance. You watched him until he closed the door before facing forward again. You climbed into your car, shut the door and leaned against the seat, taking a deep breath.

What a day.

After you turned the car on, you brought your seat up a bit and went to adjust the rearview mirror.

You unleashed a short scream when you found a pair of white eyes staring back at you intently out side the car.

"Vincent?!" You flung around in your seat, your shock overriding your sensibility. You honestly were thinking about running over him, but all you could think of doing in the moment was looking at him and trying to figure out what the hell he was doing there.

Oh wait, you knew exactly why he was here.

You stood up in your seat, opened the over head and popped you head out so he could hear you.
No way were you stepping out of this car.

"Vincent what the heck are you doing here?! I knew it was you who was trying to get into my car you psycho!"

Vincent smiled back, but in a way that was weaker and yet simultaneously more forced than what you were used to.

"That was really sweet, what you and him did just now."

You released a loud,
"Ugh! You stalker! I hope you remember that I told you that we were just friends!"
You were pretty pissed right now; you did not have time for this, you still needed to go to the pet store and your kitties were waiting for you.

"Look, I don't know what you're doing right now, and you're lucky I don't feel like turning you in to the police right now, but if you don't move, I'm going to run you over with my awesome Toothless car, so get out of the way now."

"Now wait a minute (Y/N), I was thinking we could chat a little bit, you know the night is still young..."

You face palmed and groaned out loud. "Vincent, I do not give a Giant Flying SkyBison if you want to talk to me or if 'the night is young' or whatever. I do not have time, and I especially don't want to waist anymore of it talking with the likes of you. There's a time and a place for mucking around. Now for the last time; GO AWAY!"

Vincent stared and scoffed at you like you were joking before crossing his arms.
"No, not unless you come out or let me into your car, and talk to me."

Vincent must have though that you were bluffing.
But you were not.

"Ok whatever it's your funeral."

You dropped back into the car, making sure the over head was locked before starting the car, hitting the gas to make it growl. You saw Vincent's eyes flash with surprise and panic, but that quickly disappeared. He didn't move. You then jerked you car backward a foot and honked your horn. That scared him and he leaped to the side. You took this as your opportunity and pulled out quickly before he could do anything else.
You drove off out of the parking lot saying, "Smell you later creep!"

As you made your way to the pet store, you couldn't help but think about what exactly was the point of him trying to break into your car. You shook your head and you started up some music on your radio for once.
Your guess was that he was going to force you to drive somewhere private, like your house or his house, so he could molest you or something gross and sick like that.
You shuddered:
What he was planning to do to you was anybody's guess.

Good freaking thing you were way too awesome and smart for that.

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