Vincent lit up a cigarette, leaning back in the squeaky office chair as he put his feet up on the desk in front of him. Ah the night-shift, who would have thought…Ironic really. He was only meant to be working the day-time shift, the shift when those damned animatronics couldn't get him or at least that hadn't tried yet. He had no intention of dying tonight, or any other night for that matter. But they did say they'd triple his payment due to inconvenience. The morons couldn't find anyone else to work the night-shift and they'd been desperate. He was pretty certain smoking was unauthorised, and on top of that unprofessional too. But hell, if he had a risk of dying the least he could do with was a decent puff.

Right on queue the phone began to rang, Vincent hesitated letting a pause occur so it wouldn't look like he answered too quickly before pressing speaker.

"Talk to me."

"H-Hello…? Is that you Vincent? The guys up top told me they couldn't find anyone else so they…-"

"They stuck me here, yeah that's exactly it" He took a long, theatrical drag from his cigarette. Half on purpose so that it would tick off Guy. Guy was one of the ones higher up top in the Freddy Frazbear industry, the kind who rarely had to go into the store anymore as he had worked himself up. His job these days was usually to offer help or advice to the staff and employees and to sometimes help out on busy event days. The people who worked there at the store now referred to him as "The Phone Guy" or "PG" for short.

"Vincent… Look you know you're not allowed to smoke while working, what if it detected the fire alarm…?" This only caused purple guy to smirk as he could hear the tension in his voice.

"The fire alarm? Really? That's my top priority right now?" He leant further back in his chair, swiping up a can of cola and glugging it back to make it sound like he was chugging back beer.

"Drinking…?! Vincent are you drinking now as well? Oh-oh- if the higher ups find out about this, Vince it won't just be you who's fired y'know. I would lose my position too..!" Vincent chuckled darkly, he got so much entertainment out of simply hearing PG start to panic, and he could imagine him at home now. 12Am with wanting nothing more than to be able to sleep for once, anxiously twirling the phone wire.

"Don't worry it's just Cola…" From the other side of the line, Guy could hear the teasing tone, knew that he'd be smirking like an idiot for getting the better of him.

"It better be, Vince…Wait its half midnight, have you been checking those camera's..? Vince…?"

Vincent yawned and stretched out in his swivel chair, as a matter of fact. No, he hadn't checked the damn cameras…. Grudgingly he picked up the Ipad, flicking threw the different rooms.

"…The rabbits in the hallway, The Chicken I can only assume is in the kitchen…By the sounds of all that cluttering. She really does just wants to eat huh?" He chuckled sickly. "And it looks like Fred-o has yet to move~" This was a dangerous game he was playing, He knew that as soon as the animatronics caught on about his identity that they would be relentless, deservingly so. And wouldn't stop until it was 6Am, or he was dead in a pool of his own blood and guts, stuffed inside of one of the spare suits down the back.

"You're keeping an eye on that there, power supply right?" PG checked, he didn't trust that slacker Vincent one bit. That idiot could wind up dead, but for some unknown reason he had always took on the night-shift (at the rare times they begged him) and had come out of it smiling. Acting like he was very satisfied with himself and couldn't wait for another go. It was quite sick really, but for some reason PG managed to look past it. He knew that the guy had no friends or family, he was very mysterious and reserved at the best of times. No one really knew that much about him, well not personally anyway. But for some reason, He would never turn down a chat with Phone Guy. He would find any way to keep him on the line, to tease him, to mess around and avoid focusing on the job. Which would have been alright and all, apart from the fact it was going on 1Am and he really didn't want to be kept awake, talking Vince threw the night-shift much longer, all he wanted was to sleep.

"Of course I am, what do you take me for?" He took a loud glug from his nearly empty cola can and tossed it behind him.

"What was that noise? Vince!? What was that noise!?" PG sounded alarmed, thinking surly that idiot had screwed up and one of those unholy walking robots had snuck into his office.

"Cola can, Phoney. Only a cola can…" His smirk widened, He checked the camera's once again only to find that Foxy had left the cove.

"Ahh…Looks like my buddy wants to come greet me~" He pressed a button, slamming shut the left hand door and leaning back in his seat to relax again, stubbing his cigarette out on the corner of the wall. A short moment after the familiar "EEEEE" of the fox's broken voice chip sounded as it continued to bang itself against the door, working up quite a frenzy. It seemed word was out that their killer had returned for babysitting~

"V-Vince? Foxy seems to be….quite persistent with you…With all our other employee's he only lasts a short moment…" PG pointed out, he couldn't quite understand it. But from his conversations on the phone with Vince he could tell that the animatronics seemed to be set to nightmare mode whenever he was around, that guy seemed to trigger them in the worst of ways and set them off more than any other employee could. It wasn't a good sign to say the least…

"Y'know I really should be getting to-"

"Say, Phoney…You know what we should do if I make it outta here tonight?" Vince propped his feet back up on the table, hitting the button for the door to shoot back up.

"….." Guy paused from the other side of the line, causing an uncomfortable silence. Vincent only saw this as a hint to continue.

"We should meet up sometime, have a few drinks… It's a rare chance we get to talk face to face these days…" From the other end of the phone PG raised an eyebrow, Anything "Friendly" said by the purple guy kind of scared him. The guy had that kind of sinister voice that if he said anything nice and friendly, it would sound more like interrogation or a threat rather than an invitation.

"Well I…I suppose….I mean…" Guy couldn't think of a polite enough way to say no, I mean. The guy had no friends or family right? It would have been cruel to of refused. Guy sighed irritably.

"I suppose maybe sometime we could-"

"Great~ Tomorrow night then, it's a date." Again there was that disturbing tone of voice that made PG extremely uncomfortable.

"But wait-…Why-"Before he could stammer out the words, Vince hung up the call whilst simultaneously hitting the button of the left door as Chica appeared in the window. He knew the game, she would stare for as long as possible, taking in the appearance of her murderer before somehow reporting to the others of his appearance. He didn't mind them, the only real tricky part would be when all of them realised, when all of them came at him at once, when that…Golden one would appear. Yes, that's when the game began to get hard.