Jeremy X Vincent

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Mike and I were watching over the place of Freddy Fazbear's. Mike sighed, checking the cameras as I checked the lighting in the vents and the hallway. Mike's eyes had shown that he was pretty sleepy, which wasn't normal, as usually he was alert because of the animatronics. Vincent was just sitting in the corner of the security room. Mike probably didn't get enough sleep last night.

"H-Hey....Mike, w-wake up..." I said, lightly pushing his shoulder.

"Nm..?" He mumbled, opening his eyes a bit.

"A-Are you a-alright? You seem t-tired....Y-You should g-get more sl-sleep..."

Mike stretched, as he groaned, looking around the place. He looked at Vincent, glaring at him it seemed like, before looking at me.

"Sorry, Jere...I have a busy schedule, so it's hard to sleep sometimes."

"O-Oh..."

I didn't think about what Mike did when he wasn't at Fazbear's. It hadn't came across my mind until just now. What did he do besides being a security guard? Should I ask him? He seemed tired though, so I didn't want to disturb him. I looked over at Vincent, who was just chuckling to himself. Weird... I didn't really have the chance to get to know him, as Mike either stepped in front of me to stop the conversation, or he was busy with something. Mike had always said that Vincent was a bad influence, but I didn't like to just judge people right off. Mike had slowly closed his eyes, as the tablet was on the desk. Mike began to snore, signaling that he was asleep. I was tired myself, but I didn't want to have Vincent do all the responsibilities. That would be kind of rude. I guess now would be a good time to get to know Vincent. He did seem kind of weird, but you can't judge people off of looks.

¨S-So, Vincent...U-Um..¨

Shoot. What was I even supposed to say? Dangit, why do I do this to myself? I don't just want to stare at him. That would make him uncomfortable.

¨Hm?¨ Vincent said, looking over at me.

¨W-What do you do b-besides being a s-security guard here?¨

¨Well, not much. I watch TV, eat some toast...I do play video games, though. Those are fun. I really don't have that many friends. Sometimes I read books.¨

¨Th-That's nice, u-um...Do y-you have a-any hobbies?¨

Vincent seemed to be thinking about that question, before replying again. Vincent stretched, as I heard a few bones pop.

¨I like listening to music. Mostly rap. Video games, read books, I like to draw sketches, mostly people, I like to tell jokes.¨

¨D-Do you h-have any j-jokes you know o-off the top o-of your h-head?¨

¨Not really. But I do carry my sketchbook around with me a lot. You can look at them if you want.¨

Vincent put his hand in his pocket before pulling out a small notebook. He got up, walking over towards me, as he sat on the desk, handing me the small notebook. I opened it, as there were sketches of himself, Scott, and Mike. They were very realistic, and I was amazed at the artworks.

¨Th-These are r-eally good d-drawings...¨ I said, handing the notebook back to him.

¨Thanks.¨ He said, replying back, taking the notebook and stuffing it into his pocket again. He smiled a little, as he stared at me for a few seconds.

¨You know, Mike's schedule has changed here at Fazbear's. You'd be alone from now on here. So you might wanna be careful.¨

¨W-Wait, what? S-Since w-when?¨

¨Since of yesterday, I think. Mike and the boss were talking about it, since Mike had something going on. Can't remember what it was.¨

That would mean that I would be alone, in this place. I didn't like to be isolated. The thought of being alone had made me flinch. I couldn't be alone. I wouldn't be able to make it without having someone else.

¨H-Hey, um V-Vincent? I-I really d-don't think th-that I could b-be here.....a-alone...I-If you w-wouldn't mind, c-could you s-stay with me..?¨

¨Sure, if you want.¨

¨Th-That is, if y-you aren't b-busy..¨

¨It's fine, really. I don't mind. I'd have to tell the boss about it, though.¨

Vincent said, as we both waited for the time to pass. Later I had gotten into Vincent's car, as he drove me to his apartment, and we had both waved goodbye, and I thanked him, before walking into the apartment, and seeing my father drunk and passed out. I headed upstairs, as I had wanted to not wake him up, and didn't want to stay up any longer. I fell asleep, as I had been pretty tired.