And here you'd been so sure it couldn't get any worse.
A membrane coated your eyes the longer you stared at the harsh, whirling lights of blue and red.
Two paramedics shut the door of an ambulance truck after loading a bloodied Andrew into the back before retreating elsewhere toward the front, their faces sculpted with determination.
As the sirens wailed like troubled spirits beneath the scorching sun, Boss had only just finished talking with an officer, explaining to him what had happened in the lounge (after you yourself had told him), and also that he'd dealt out the appropriate punishment; the employee responsible was fired.
Somehow that was enough for the officer, who nodded grimly while scribbling onto a clipboard tacked with paperwork.
After being dismissed, Boss retreated back inside the restaurant while the noisy vehicles rolled off into the distance.
You and Scott followed him, looking to one another with uncertainty.
Before stepping into Freddy Fazbear's, you caught yourself eyeing your surroundings, half expecting a certain man in purple to be hiding out among the foliage or perhaps behind one of the many tall, crooked street lamps.
It is something he would do, after all.
But you discovered quickly that his car was gone, along with most other cars that had been there only a few minutes prior.
The customers were promptly cleared out by a frantic Boss with little to no explanation, leaving behind several tussled rooms and plates of uneaten pizza.
The door was shut behind you.
You were suddenly flinching when Boss stamped his way into the dining room and furiously turned over a table, following it with the tossing of a chair across the open floor.
A few of the remaining workers watched from afar before clustering together out of fear, most of them running off to seek refuge in the kitchen or backstage behind Bonnie and Chica.
You yourself had almost forgotten that they had existed.
The two animatronics had been singing another broken song until someone pulled a lever or two and sent the curtains slamming together.
The melody was hushed.
"I swear I could ring that idiot's neck!"
Boss seethed, his fists knotted so hard the veins were bulging.
He spun around to face you and Scott.
The temper in his expression was white-hot and untamed, every feature its own malfunctioning circuit.
"He's been causing me so much trouble since the day I let his *** onto my staff!"
He kicked another chair, sending it tilting and wobbling before it cautiously settled back in place.
"I had just gotten this hellhole on the map again. People were coming back and enjoying themselves like none of the s*** from before ever happened. And what does he do? What does he f*king do?! Ruin it of course! Ruin it for all of us!"
Your eyes widened when he said that; You couldn't believe he'd alluded to the murders.
Had he even been aware, or was outrage speaking for him?
"Sir..."
You said it in a mild squeak.
Both he and Scott turned to you.
You swallowed down a pocket of air before continuing.
You knew the interaction would be a difficult process even when another word had yet to be said.
"I just wanted to say that I'm really sorry this happened, I wish I could have done something about it sooner, since I was sort of the one who allowed him to continue hurting the guy. I didn't realize the extreme he was taking until it was too late. I'm really sorry about all of this-"
"No no (Y/N), you stop right there. As far as I'm concerned, you are one of our most valuable employees as of right now. You stopped that man from robbing us and you were able to do so without getting yourself killed or hurt. You tried to stop Vincent from continuing to hurt that guy, even if he did try to rob us. You did your job exactly how you were supposed to do, even better than what I can say for some of the people around here, and for that, I'm going to give you a raise, which I can now do since I have one less employee, and the day off tomorrow."
It was obvious that Boss was talking about Vincent. Even so, Scott did look kinda hurt, but you couldn't understand why; surly he knew that he was an important part of the staff.
Before you could even voice a 'Thank you,' Boss then looked you seriously in the eye.
"Now I have a question for you; do you think you did the right thing? Was it right of me to fire Vincent?"
You were shocked by this question, but that didn't stop you from straightening up even straighter than before, meeting him with the same amount of authority.
"Yes sir. Attacking people like that, whatever the case, as long as it is not being used in self-defense, is unacceptable. And though I also appreciate the raise, won't you need me here since Vincent is no longer present?"
Boss nodded him head, a small smile appearing on his red face.
"I like you (Y/N), you're a good addition to this place. Strong and loyal. See to it that I owe you."
You dipped your head to him.
"Will do sir, and thank you."
An awkward air followed shortly after. Boss tugged another chair toward him with the toe of his boot, but instead of unleashing wrath on it, he took a seat, his face solemn as he removed the bowler hat from his head and combed meaty fingers through his hair.
Since starting your job at Fazbear's, you never imagined you would one day find yourself so content with the boss, of all people.
Vincent defiantly deserved to be fired for attacking that guy when you were perfectly capable of defending yourself. Vincent defiantly deserved to be kicked off the property in such a loud and abrasive manner.
Vincent defiantly deserved to get sacked because of it.
Vincent was a criminal, and today's event finally proved it once and for all.
Who cares if it was a robber?
Who cares if he thought he touched you?
You didn't, because the law didn't.
You were brought back to the real world by Boss's sudden grumbling, pushing past his scalp again, his hair wiry with sweat.
"Vincent isn't ever coming back here. Not as long as I'm still around sucking wind. Now I'm finished with this discussion. I need a smoke."
Boss rose, stuffing the hat back over his head before marching between you and your telephone-headed coworker.
"Get to cleaning up this mess. I'll be in the lounge with a bottle of bleach."
After retrieving a pack of cigars from his office, he followed through with his agenda and disappeared in the back of the restaurant.
Scott twined his bandaged fingers together before falling into heavy thought.
While he stood there thinking to himself, occasionally scanning the area where a few other workers emerged from the restaurant's crevices, you were already starting to move across the room to pick up the tossed tables previously overturned by Boss.
Scott, after another moment of thinking, came over and joined you, quietly.
For a while, neither of you said anything, just quietly cleaning up the place.
It wasn't until you had set up the last chair and picked up the last price of trash when he finally spoke;
"Are you happy?"
You were taken aback by this and you turned to face him.
"What?"
"Are you happy?"
He said again, his face expressionless.
"About him being gone."
You sighed and shook your head slightly.
"Scott, I don't see why that really matters right now. The fact that any of that happened is just unfortunate. This place could have been robbed, people could have been seriously hurt or even killed, and it almost did, except that it was the robber and not an innocent bystander. In a way, I suppose it could have been worse, but..."
"But what?"
You looked up at his form and pressed your lips in a thin line.
"All I'm saying is that it doesn't matter if I'm happy or not. True I did somewhat 'save the day' and I got some extra money for my efforts, but what matters is that everyone is alright. In a way, I failed at my job because I allowed Vincent to hurt that guy, whether or not he was going to rob this place. If anything, I'm just glad that we were able to get an ambulance for him on time, so he wouldn't loose more blood."
"Well, I'm happy for you."
His response surprised you, and you just stared at him as he continued.
"You really did save this place, and you did try to stop Vincent from killing that guy. If it were me I probably would have been too scared to even have tried to do anything like that. I mean, taking down a guy armed with a gun? That is some serious bravery right there. It may not seem obvious at first, but Boss also respects you a great deal. He knows you're needed here. And you are important, much more than you realize. That's even truer with Vincent out of the picture. You're strong and brave and that's really amazing to me. You deserve to be happy."
You smiled widely at Scott and gave him a big hug.
"Awe thanks a ton Scott, you always know how to cheer me up!"
You said, pulled out of the hug.
"You are the best fellow employee a person could have!"
Scott scratched his head awkwardly, chuckling in return.
"Thanks (Y/N), you're pretty great too."
Saying your goodbyes, you grabbed your stuff and headed out the door, wishing good luck to him on his night shift.
It's been a week since Vincent was fired.
Removing him from the equation seemed to really brighten you up a bit, even if, for the most part, remained the way it'd always been.
You remembered the first days without him, how they were spent mostly coming to terms with his absence.
Scott worked alongside you for a few of your shifts, and you had to admit it was some of the most fun of times you've had.
You guys talked about oncoming shows, your favorite subjects, and even set up a time where you could both spar at the gym during the weekend.
It was really awesome.
You felt that somehow, you two had bonded even better now that Vincent was no where to be seen.
You were no longer afraid to say you two were defiantly 'Bros Before Dinos'.
Or 'BBD's as you liked to call yourselves.
And then before long, you actually started working alone.
Boss gave you your own security badge. No hat.
Just a glimmering, golden badge serving as a symbol of the carnival you were tethered to.
You remembered how he beamed upon pinning it to your shirt, eyes lit as if he half expected you to dance with glee. All you could do was stare back at him in astonishment and gratitude.
Well, you were the only day guard left, not even mentioning you had 'saved the pizzeria', so it would only makes sense that you would be promoted.
It wasn't until you noticed the HELP WANTED sign plastered on the front window that you understood the full weight of the man's desperation however. Things had gone so sour.
Working as a real security guard was fairly simple, way better than operating in the shadow of a superior colleague.
You felt more in control, and no situation that could rob you of that control had reared its ugly head at you thus far.
Things had transitioned smoothly all things considered.
You had to wonder why it hadn't been this way from the start.
Until you told yourself to shut its time mouth for obvious reasons.
But it turned out that there was more to it than that.
Customers were frequenting the building less and less.
That might have had something to do with it.
One problem definitely dawdled, though.
It was so, dare you say it, boring.
Having fun while working was never a prerequisite in the job description, and fun was certainly not what you were having prior to Vincent leaving.
But now every day felt so...uneventful.
Not that you were really complaining of course.
The most exciting thing to happen since resuming your employment was Freddy's reinstated presence onstage with his bandmates.
Yes, they fixed Freddy, without so much at hinting what had been wrong with him before.
You would have been angrier if you had the energy.
You were mindful of him, yes.
You found yourself tiptoeing through the dining hall almost everyday while shooting the bear a suspicious side-eye, as if daring him to do something even slightly unusual.
But he never behaved out of character.
He may have turned his head toward you a few times but it was all of routine coincidence.
You waited the rest of the week for anything special to happen, but then again, if you had saved your company from being robbed, anyone else would be too.
But by far one of the best parts of the job was that you never saw his purple face in the restaurant again.
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That was until one faithful day...
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