ShoutOuts: Scarlet Firesong (maybe you'll find out something else about william afton in this chapter who knows?)

Chapter 34

*Five days later, 1:06 a.m.*

Fritz had been on the night shift for an hour already, and this was usually when he'd have a quick nap, but he was wide awake. He hadn't been able to sleep the nights earlier either, because he kept thinking about those voices he heard in Vincent's room. He'd told Zoe about them, and offered to check out his room again the next day. She never got the chance, though, because Vincent decided to give her a few days off to focus on her auto body. She had accepted the offer and hadn't been at the pizzeria for the past couple of days. Fritz suspected that Vincent knew what Zoe and Fritz were doing. It was no coincidence that Vincent had given her days off the day after Fritz went through his room.

Fritz absently flipped through the cameras, his mind racing. Suddenly, he heard a loud bang from the hall. He started and almost fell out of his chair, quickly snatching his flashlight off the desk. He turned it on and pointed it at the long corridor in front of him. There was nothing there. He sighed in relief and shut it off. He must have been imagining it.

BANG.

Fritz jumped and actually did fall out of his chair. He grabbed the edge of the desk and pulled himself back up, his heart pounding. This definitely wasn't his imagination. He grabbed the flashlight again and tried to press the button. His hands were shaking so much, it took him four tries to turn it on. He aimed it down the hallway. Nothing there.

BANG!

The door to Vincent's room suddenly crashed open, and Vincent tumbled out into the hallway. He bumped into the wall opposite his room and shook his head, obviously disoriented. He looked up at Fritz, but his eyes were closed. He's sleepwalking, Fritz thought. He remembered what Scott had said a few weeks earlier: "As long as you don't move or speak, he'll ignore you and just wander away."

Fritz immediately flicked off the flashlight, leaving the corridor in total darkness. He didn't dare move. He kept thinking back to what Scott had said that night; "When he sleepwalks, he can also get a little- violent." "You'd survive, probably."

He heard footsteps down the hall and tensed up nervously, but then he realized that they were getting quieter, moving away from him instead of towards. He was relieved, but then he suddenly realized that Scott was still in the dining room.

And Vincent was going straight towards him.

xXx

Scott walked out of the kitchen, flashlight in hand. He'd heard the loud crashing sounds and immediately dropped what he was doing to investigate. He shone his flashlight around the living room, but everything seemed to be normal. He glanced behind the counter in the Prize corner and checked in Pirate's Cove. Nothing was wrong there, so he started making his way to the hallway.

Unfortunately, he never got there.

He heard a footstep from the hall and cursed under his breath. He should have figured that it was him before. No one would be insane enough to break into Freddy Fazbear's at night, and Fritz never left the office, so it wouldn't be him.

Scott took a deep breath and turned off his flashlight. He could still kind of see because of the faint light from the security office down the hall. He stayed completely still and quiet. He wouldn't take action until he figured out which one this was...

"Is someone there?"

He almost sighed with relief, but figured that would be a bad idea. This one had impeccable hearing. If he wanted to get her back into the room, he'd have to be quiet.

He switched on his flashlight. She couldn't see anyway, but he needed to be able to see her. A slim figure clad in purple pyjamas was tiptoeing around the tables, barely making a sound with every step. "I can hear someone creeping through my room," it said, its voice deep and feminine.

Scott rolled his eyes. She said the same things every single time. Didn't she have any originality?

He quickly shucked off his shoes so his footsteps wouldn't make as much noise. He crept around, keeping the beam of the flashlight on the violet figure. He was close to her now. If he could just-

Snap.

He inhaled sharply and lifted his foot off the crayon he just broke. She whirled around to face him. Her eyes were now wide open and glowing bright purple. She screeched in rage and lunged at him, fangs bared. Scott yelped and dodged her grasp. She turned sharply and swung at him with her fist, which was her first mistake. He grabbed her wrist, and it was a simple matter of using her own forward momentum to pull her off-balance. She fell to the floor and twisted around so she was on her back. She started to push herself back up, but Scott planted a foot on her chest. She snapped her fangs and clawed at his leg, but he held his ground. So did she, however, and it was obvious that she wouldn't be going away anytime soon.

"Vincent." He pressed harder on her chest. "Listen to me. You need to go back to your room."

She snarled and lashed at him, her eyes blazing a fierce purple.

He sighed. "You know, for a ballerina, you're really violent." He glanced up at the cameras surrounding the dining room. None of them were on, so hopefully Fritz wouldn't be able to hear.

Scott grabbed her flailing arms (with great difficulty) and knelt down. "William. Can you hear me?"

She gnashed her teeth and growled, but she seemed to be struggling less. Good. She was getting tired.

"Come on, William," Scott whispered. "This is your body, not hers. You can get rid of her. Come back to me, buddy."

The glow in her eyes faded, and her arms went limp. Her metal fangs retracted and a set of human-looking teeth replaced them. She closed her eyes. Scott heard the quiet whirr of machinery as a pair of normal-looking blue eyes took their place. Scott let go and stood up. "You okay?" he asked.

Vincent opened his eyes and sat up. He looked around, confused. "What the-?" Then his eyes widened in realization, and he groaned. "I did it again, didn't I?"

Scott nodded and rubbed at the bruises on his leg. "Yeah. You did."

Vincent grabbed the edge of a table and pulled himself to his feet. "Which one?"

"The ballerina," Scott answered, bending over to pick up his shoes. He heard a crash and whirled around, afraid that she might be back. But it was just Vincent, who had started towards the hallway and tripped over a bunch of chairs on the way.

Scott chuckled and shook his head as he helped Vincent to his feet. Vincent saw the amused look on his face and glared at him. "Not a word," he commanded.

Scott shook his head. "Whatever." His smile turned into a grimace as he helped Vincent walk to his room. "I think I popped my back."

Now it was Vincent's turn to smile. "Glad I'm not as old as you."

Scott raised an eyebrow. "You shut up. You're older than I am!"

Vincent smirked. "Nope. I'm twenty-five year old Vincent Graves. You're an old geezer with back problems."

Despite the insults, Scott snickered. "Yeah. Right." They rounded the hallway corner and Scott let go of Vincent's elbow. "You go back to sleep. I'll go make sure Fritz is alright." He started walking towards the office, then paused. "And lock the door," he added as an afterthought.

Vincent nodded and shut the door to his room.