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Chapter twenty-six:

Scott's POV:
He sat up, slowly blinking his eyes open. What? Where am I? Oh..right. He sighed gently. He crawled out of the fort blinking. What time is it? He sneezed standing up and looking at the clock. 11:55. His eyes widened. Oh shit! He opened the door and hurried down the hall. He ran to the managers office. He saw the door open and he ran through closing it and plopping down in the chair next to Vincent panting gently. Vincent had a smirk on his face.
"Man, must have been busy!"
Scott felt his face glow red as he turned and looked at Vincent. He growled slightly. "Oh in your dreams!"
Vincent chuckled lightly. "Your right, it is in my dreams."
Scott's eyes widened a little. "You can't be serious."
Vincent leaned forward grabbing Scott's wrists holding them. He leaned closer still smirking. "I've never been more serious." Scott felt his face glow a darker red. Vincent chuckled as he kissed the corner of Scott's lip before he pulled away still hanging onto Scott's wrists pulling him forward. He was doing the same stupid smirk he always does. He pulled Scott closer and turned him around. He then pulled Scott onto his lap. Scott squeaked gently. Vincent wrapped his arms around Scott's waist. He put his head on Scott's shoulder.
"Comfortable Mr. Ring ring?"
Scott nodded. "Y-yes." Scott stuttered out feeling stupid. "Very."
"Good. It could be your permanent seat." Vincent winked.
Scott scoffed. "You can't do that!" Vincent returned to smirking. "Wanna bet?"
Scott narrowed his eyes slightly. "Your on." He heard the midnight bell go off and he felt a grin appear on his face as he picked up the phone calling Zoe at the night guard office.
"Hello, hello? Hey haha night three! Ya know, most people don't make it this far.... I'm not implying that they died...they just moved onto other things.."
He looked back at Vincent smirking knowing what a total lie that was.
*~*~*~*
Scott looked at the time. 4 am. He bit his lip. Someone better get her soon, or Vincent will get mad again.. He looked back at Vincent. Who must have been thinking the same thing. He grinned.
"Who do you think will get her?" Scott shrugged. "I bet Bonnie will get her. Just like Tim."
Scott took the tablet looking to see where everyone was. Bonnie wasn't even close. He was backstage. Chica was in the kitchen. Freddy was active and was peering at the night guard camera from the bathrooms. But, Foxy was peeking out and was about to run down the hall. Scott smirked going back to the office setting the tablet on the table.
"My money's on Foxy."
Vincent scoffed. "Why?"
Scott looked at Vincent smirking. "Just you wait."
"Caring to bet on that?" Vincent smirked back.
"I am! If I win.... you have to be my pillow for a week!"
Vincent raised and eyebrow slightly. "Fine. If I win, you gotta do what I want..for a whole week."
Scott blushed a little. As he nodded. "Deal!"
"Deal!" Vincent smirked kissing Scott's cheek. Scott beamed. Good luck, my new pillow... and may the odds be ever in your favour!