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I Just Had To

this is a coming back present to all the FNAF fans. Sorry to everyone else.

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The man shrieked as the deteriorating face of a golden rabbit peeked into his small room,and he threw himself back off his chair. He did the one sensible thing that noone ever really fucking told him. He cowered under his desk,hoping that the animatronic was stupid or some shit. What he didn't count on,was the breaking,rugged,tearful voice that rumbled,

"It's-It's-it's me. S-Scott? shhh,that's who the phone guy is to me It's me."

Scott's breath caught and he pressed himself back into the wall under his desk,rocking slightly,'No,no,no,god no,please.'

There was a sound that sounded a cross between a sob and a groan,and the suit staggered away,making a whole hell ton of noise as it walked away,almost heartbroken. 

Scott wormed his way out from under his desk,heart hammering wildly. 

"No,it can't be. It can't."

He babbled to himself,checking the cameras. He spent the rest of the night mumbling to himself,denying the one thought that made his heart ache. 

And then,two minutes before 6,the suit lumbered in again. Scott backed up,far back into the dark corner,desperately saying "No". But he recognised the rasping voice that wailed from inside the suit,

"Scott! Please,i-i-it's me."

Scott approached the golden,mangled suit,wrinkling his nose slightly at the stench of death hanging off it. 'Please,no..'

"Vincent?"

Scott asked quietly,and the eyes flickered in response in the blood caked mask. 

"Sc-Sc-Scott-tt."

"Oh god,no,no,no.."

Scott moaned,swaying on his feet,

"No,Vince,no,please."

There was a sad groan from inside the suit,and Scott was suddenly so vividly aware of the body ripped to shreds inside the springtrap suit. 

"No,Vincent.."

"Y-Y-Yea-Years,"

Came the muffled,fragmented response. Scott covered his mouth to hide the sob,and a shaky other hand reached out and rested on the golden muzzle of the suit's mask. The alarm clock behind Scott rang,but he paid no mind. 

"Please..Vince.."

But he had no idea what he was pleading for. Vincent was way beyond repair,his soul binding his body to the suit.

"D-D-Don't-t-t g-g-go,"

The voice said,speech warbled. 

"I don't want to,"

Scott said sadly,

"Vincent,I don't want to."