i hate my past self so fuckin much

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Chapter 10

Scott wandered through the halls, carrying a paper plate with pizza in his hands. Vincent hadn't shown up to Chica's and Tia's mini pizza party, and Scott wanted Vincent to see how well the animatronics were progressing (plus, the pizza was absolutely heavenly, and Scott didn't want him to miss out on it).

Scott turned down a random hallway, trying to find where Vincent might be. "Hey, Vincent? I've got pizza!" he called. "Where are you?"

He saw a something move at the end of the short hall and heard a loud, frustrated sigh. Scott made his way down the corridor and found a figure dressed in all purple curled up in a ball. The right sleeve of the man's uniform was stained red with blood. Scott sat down next to his friend and held out the plate. "Hey. I brought you some pizza. It's a bit cold, but it's still good."

Vincent looked up and shook his head. "No thanks. I don't want any."

Scott set the pizza down on Vincent's feet and pointed at it. "Eat it. You'll thank me."

Vincent rolled his eyes and picked up the plate. "Fine." He took a bite of the pizza. "Happy?" he asked through a mouth full of food. The his eyes widened and he looked down at the pizza. "Whoa, this is good."

Scott smiled. "Told you so. Chica and Tia made it."

Vincent swallowed the pizza in his mouth and grimaced, setting the plate down. "I'm not hungry."

The security guard tilted his head. "What's wrong? Hurting again?"

"Yeah."

"Me too, actually."

"At least it's only your back," Vincent scoffed. "I hurt everywhere."

Scott nodded. "Yeah, I guess." His paused. "Those stupid animatronics..." He looked up at the outline of the door Vincent was leaning against. "Why are you out here instead of in there?"

"Mangle and Tonnie were in there and I accidentally locked myself out," he explained. "I dropped my keys in there by accident."

Scott dug around in his pocket and brought out his own set of keys. "I don't seem to have one that would open it... Maybe you could try to pick the lock?"

"Don't know how."

"We could ask Zoe. She might know how."

"I'd rather not."

Scott got to his feet and offered a hand to Vincent. "Come on, let's go see what the others are doing. We'll get that fixed up first though," he said, nodding at the wound on Vincent's arm.

Vincent hesitated, then reluctantly grabbed his hand and stood up with a lot of effort and help from Scott. "Fine."

xXx

"You guys wanna hear a joke about pizza?"

"Shut up, Mike."

"Never mind, it's too- cheesy!"

Zoe looked across the room at Mangle and Tonnie. "Help me," she mouthed. They both giggled and continued eating their pizza.

Jeremy and Zoe exchanged a glance. Mike was going to kill them with those stupid puns and jokes.

"What's the difference between a Mel Gibson movie and pizza? Pizzas are good!"

Jeremy slapped his forehead. "I don't even know who Mel Gibson is."

Mike huffed. "You guys need to get a sense of humor."

Zoe sighed. "Mike, I think you're the one who needs to get a sense of humor."

Mike rolled his eyes. "Come on, those jokes are hilarious. Don't even try to deny it."

Zoe raised an eyebrow. "You really- Okay, I'm done." She set her half-eaten pizza on the counter and walked towards the door.

"Don't leave me alone with him!" Jeremy called after her.

She looked back and fake sniffled. "I'm so very sorry, Jeremy Fitzgerald. You will forever reside in my memory." Zoe ran out of the room.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" She heard Jeremy scream dramatically from the kitchen, along with the laughs of the animatronics as they watched their little scene.

Zoe laughed and walked back into the room. "Okay, fine. But just because that pizza is delicious," she said, making her way back toward the counter. Unfortunately, she didn't get there because she slipped on something and hit her head on the floor. "Ow!" she shouted as black spots danced in her vision. She shook her head and sat up, lifting a hand to the back of her head. "Gosh, that hurt..."

Mike and Jeremy rushed over to her and knelt down. "Are you okay?" Mike asked.

She nodded as they helped her to her feet. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Once I was on my feet, Jeremy let go of her arm and flailed his hand around, black liquid flying everywhere. "Why is there oil on you?"

"Huh?" Zoe tilted her head and examined her uniform. Sure enough, the entire back of it was stained black. She glanced down at the floor. There was a small puddle of oil right by the door. She must have slipped on it when she walked back into the kitchen.

"What's that from?" Springtrap wondered. She was standing right beside the door, staring at the floor.

Zoe looked up at her and raised an eyebrow. "Look at your arm."

She stared at her. "Why?"

"Just do it."

Springtrap shrugged and looked at her right arm. Her sleeve was black and oil was running down her arm, dripping off her hand and pooling together on the floor.

She furrowed her brow. "Whoa. How'd that happen?"

Zoe stepped forward and rolled up Springtrap's sleeve. There was a large gash in her arm gushing oil onto the ground. "I have no idea."

The door suddenly swung open. "Hey guys!" Scott said, ushering Vincent into the room before him. Vincent looked slightly angry, but definitely not as mad as he did before. His right sleeve was rolled up and a bandage was wrapped around his upper arm. Zoe couldn't see the other scars on his arm. She figured that they were covered up with makeup. Scott was just leading Vincent to the pizza on the counter when something in Zoe's mind clicked.

"Wait," she said, letting go of Springtrap and grabbing Scott's shoulder.

He stopped in his tracks and turned around. "What?"

She reached around him and grabbed Vincent's wrist, who yelped in pain when she pulled him back. "Just come here for a sec."

"What are you doing?" Vincent grumbled, trying to break out of her grip without hurting himself. Zoe ignored him and started pulling him towards Springtrap.

She turned around. "Stand beside her," she ordered, pointing at Springtrap. He reluctantly obliged. Zoe looked back and forth from Springtrap's wound to Vincent's. They were both in the same exact spot, and they looked to be the exact same length as well.

idk how to end this chapter i can't think of anything so here have a shitty chapter ending because my past self ended it weirdly and i can't think of anything that would make it better