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TEM sCIENCE! by TheSarcasticRabbit TEM sCIENCE! :iconthesarcasticrabbit:TheSarcasticRabbit 2 6
Literature
Ashes to Ashes Pt12 (Vincent X Reader)
There’s something covering your face. It’s clammy and slightly sticky, with a rotten, musty smell that instantly makes you recoil. You sit up, pushing the furred material off you. Blearily, you notice that it’s an old mascot costume from the pizzeria. There was always a pile of them in a corner of the office. As your brain remembers how to function, you realize that that’s what you were asleep on for what feels like days.
You stand, yelping in pain. Both your legs have fallen asleep. How long was I out for? You wonder, checking your watch. It’s 4:53, so the night shift should be over soon. You can’t remember when you fell asleep. Vincent isn’t going to let you get over the fact that you couldn’t stay awake, no matter how many exams you have to revise for.
You reach the desk and realize how unlikely that is to happen. Vincent is asleep, curled up on the chair like a cat. His snores sound like a kitten’s purr. The overall effec
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Did You Hear Something? by TheSarcasticRabbit Did You Hear Something? :iconthesarcasticrabbit:TheSarcasticRabbit 1 0
Literature
Ashes to Ashes Pt11 (Vincent X Reader)
I almost didn't forget. Almost. Yeah, who am I kidding?  
“Can someone please explain the toast?” You ask your two friends, referring, as usual, to the weird stuff you find on DeviantArt.
“I CAN’T!” (1st friend) yells, drawing everyone’s attention. You’re all crowded around a table in the school cafeteria, so ‘everyone’ is actually a fairly large number of people.
Your (only) other friend grins slyly. “You can’t.
You splutter something incomprehensible, trying not to choke on your coffee.
“I told you not to do that!” You finally manage to cough out a sentence. “And stop judging.”
They both laugh. “Too late. You’re obsessed with fanfiction; I think it’s okay to pass judgement now.” One responds.
“Aaaaaaaanyway,” You say, trying to divert the conversation away from the contents of your browser history. “Have you guys seen anything? Any the
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Literature
Ashes to Ashes Pt10 (Vincent X Reader)
... Guess who forgot to upload again? I genuinely need a controlled shock every time I forget. It'd certainly be more effective than my current system.
You scramble to your feet, forgetting about the desk and accidentally smashing your head on the edge of it. There’s blood all over the walls; the stench catches at your throat. Foxy has Vincent pinned against the wall, crushing his throat with one hand. Vincent looks semiconscious, bleeding heavily from scratches across his chest and face. He’s dazed, barely able to think straight, but the cord is still in his hand, tangled around Foxy’s arm. The two of them are surrounded by a pulsing blue-white light.
Vincent’s earlier orders disappear from your head as you rush to help. You drag Foxy off him, trying not to cry out as the electricity attacks your nerves. Needless to say, you fail.  The current cuts out as you collapse, barely staying awake. Agony shoots through your arm, sharp and commanding. You
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Dis is A Art Rabbit. [It Wants your Soul.] by TheSarcasticRabbit Dis is A Art Rabbit. [It Wants your Soul.] :iconthesarcasticrabbit:TheSarcasticRabbit 2 0
Literature
Ashes to Ashes Pt9 (Vincent X Reader)
Guess who screwed up again?
I can already hear you complaining. Well, I dun goof'd. Again.
Why do I even have an upload schedule anymore?
You walk into the office, Vincent beside you. It’s exactly the same as usual, familiar from your many trips here. Suddenly you feel a surge of nervousness. It was one thing to play through a night in the game, but having to do this in real life is a whole other matter. In fact, just the thought of the batteries dying is daunting to you.
Vincent notices your unprecedented mood change. “You’ll make it, don’t worry.”
You start fiddling around with the security footage on the crappy computer monitor, trying to stop your hands shaking. “It’s just so different from playing the games. Instead of a game over screen, you get an eternity in a bear suit.”
“But you’re forgetting. I’m a hacker,” He grins. “And we break the game.”
As it turned out, breaking the game involved
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Halp. by TheSarcasticRabbit Halp. :iconthesarcasticrabbit:TheSarcasticRabbit 0 0 Who Says I'm Not normal? by TheSarcasticRabbit Who Says I'm Not normal? :iconthesarcasticrabbit:TheSarcasticRabbit 2 0
Literature
Ashes to Ashes Pt8 (Vincent X Reader)
I never want to see another piece of Sellotape [TM.] in my life again!!
You throw open the door to your room, in a storming temper. Three essays to be handed in tomorrow?! It just couldn’t be done!
Flopping down on the bed, you rifle through the piles of paper and books in your bag. They weren’t kidding when they said there was a ton of homework this year. You extract your phone from the chaos, tossing several textbooks to the floor in the process. Each one lands with a satisfying thump, clearly displaying to anyone in the vicinity that you’re seriously pissed off.
The phone in your hand vibrates suddenly, almost making you drop it. There’s a text from Vincent: Your first night on the job. Try to stay alive. Your first night. It was Mike’s idea originally, for you to help Vincent on the night shift. To spend time with him.
You type a response. Looking forward to it. What time is it in your dimension? You’d discovered a serious lack of coordination be
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Literature
Ashes to Ashes Pt7 (Vincent X Reader)
Hallelujah! Finally uploaded on time for once!
“Jeremy, what the hell DID YOU DO?” Vincent asks, somewhat sarcastically.
“Happy Valentine’s Day!” He yells, scattering confetti everywhere.
“Oh dear. You’re one of those hyperactive people who actually like holidays, aren’t you?” You ask, sincerely hoping you’re wrong.
“Yup. That’s Jeremy.” Vincent mutters, sounding resigned. “Were you even supposed to do this?” He addresses the last part to Jeremy.
“Not really.  But I thought it needed decorating.” He smiles slyly, but it just comes across as stupid. “And besides, I thought your girlfriend would like it.”
Vincent blushes. “She’s not my girlfriend!” He splutters, face burning.
“Sure.” Jeremy mutters. “I’ll leave you two alone, then.” Pinning a last glittering decoration to the wall, he leaves, still laughing.
“Doesn
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Literature
Ashes to Ashes Pt6 (Vincent X Reader)
Shit. Shitshitshitshitshitshithitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit.(Guess that's the PG rating out the window) And that, dear viewer, is what goes through my head when I realise halfway through a Biology test that I forgot to upload yesterday.
There's the behind-the-scenes for you!
It’s boring. Science is always boring, but today it seems to drag on forever. Every lesson has been the exact same for the past 2 weeks, ever since that... whatever the hell you call that incident.
You’re still trying to work out what happened. Each time, you return to this dimension (fully conscious this time), and everything is exactly the same. You don’t know what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t nothing. Even the time was the same. In fact, you almost believe it’s all just a dream – if it weren’t for the amulet you still wear, hidden underneath your school blazer.
Still, there was no denying that you were alone. No-one would ever believe thi
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Literature
Ashes to Ashes Pt5 (Vincent X Reader)
Your ears are filled with static. As you listen, it seems to resolve itself into words, repeated over and over:
IT'S ME.
You open your eyes blearily, pleasantly surprised to find you still have eyes.
The room you’re in is (again) tiled in black and white. Its walls are covered in children’s drawings. The room is dominated by several long tables set for a birthday party, each one liberally sprinkled with confetti. You turn round, noting that your hands aren’t tied this time. A few feet in front of you is a stage lit with multicoloured strobe lights.
On the stage are the animatronics. Freddy, Bonnie and Chica, complete with her cupcake, each staring motionlessly out over the room. You stand, again surprised by the fact that your legs still work. Stepping backwards slightly, you collide with something sharp and metal.
It’s Foxy’s hook, complete with the rest of him. His fur is red and matted from years of abandonment. There’s another burst of static, th
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Literature
Ashes to Ashes Pt4 (Vincent X Reader)
Okaaaaaaay. Yes, this is still fanfiction. I think....
You flex your fingers, trying to regain feeling in them. How in the name of Chica’s cupcake are you going to beat him? Before you can form a plan, Vincent attacks. You dart to the left, barely dodging the blow. He turns round, impossibly fast, and slashes at you with his knife. Each strike lands true, carving a latticework of scratches onto your arms. The adrenaline numbs the pain, but there’s no doubt you’ll feel it later. Oddly, he doesn’t seem to be striking to kill, but instead toying with the possibility that he might.
Attacking repeatedly, he drives you into a corner. Vincent pins you against the wall, laughing. He doesn’t look remotely tired; guess you’re not winning this one with stamina. Your skin is wet with blood, dripping sickeningly onto the floor. Vincent’s fur is sticky with it.
And that’s when you remember. How could you have missed it before? Something must have shown
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Srsly? by TheSarcasticRabbit Srsly? :iconthesarcasticrabbit:TheSarcasticRabbit 1 0
Literature
Ashes to Ashes Pt3 (Vincent X Reader)
Yeaaaaah. Anyone else confused with this whole dimension-jumping thing? Good. I intend it to be.
You awake to an incredibly annoying piece of metal digging into your cheek. You reach up to push whatever it is off your face, but find your hands are tied with some kind of extension cord. As you come to this conclusion, you begin to notice the full extent of what you’ve gotten yourself into. There seems to be some kind of mask over your face, filled with sharp bits of metal and plastic, that blocks most of the room from view. What you can see through the eyeholes is dimly-lit and grimy; a black-and-white tiled floor, a desk covered in pieces of paper, crappy-looking posters on the walls. It looks exactly like the office from FNaF 1. Duh.
Something moves over by one of the doors. Surprise, surprise; it’s Vincent. He’s wearing an old animatronic costume, its gold fur matted and fading. The head is nowhere to be seen. He sees you and laughs. “You look like you’r
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Officially the most useless person on the internet most of the time. The rest, I write shitty fanfiction.

And ruin my nonexistent friends' lives. Yay.



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You may see the very occasional fanart, and please expect crappy quality.

Feel free to say whatever you like. I'm always okay to chat. Except for stupid time zones. I hate England.


YouTube saddo confirmed. I'm a huge fan of Jacksepticeye and Markiplier. Sorry Pewds.

And that is my life story.

Also, I get possessed by a cat-loving demon most of the time. Meh.
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TEM sCIENCE!
I has did a thing.

So, I think this is technically kind of an art trade with a friend of mine who happens to specialise in Photoshopping and political satire. Long story short, my Biology class were discussing Scanning Electron Microscopes versus Transmission Electron Microscopes, the acronyms for which are SEM and TEM. The four resident Undertale fans were immediately overwhelmed with fanart opportunities. Said friend was interested in a Temmie majoring in some kind of science at cOLLEG!

In return, I think I'm getting a.. (And I quote) professionally Photoshopped Jeremy Corbyn Calendar. This is why you don't do drugs, kids.


Temmie is from Undertale, property of Toby Fox. This fanart is mine. All rights to the Official Jeremy Corbyn Calendar (TM Pending) belong to whoever's crazy enough to actually make that a thing.
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There’s something covering your face. It’s clammy and slightly sticky, with a rotten, musty smell that instantly makes you recoil. You sit up, pushing the furred material off you. Blearily, you notice that it’s an old mascot costume from the pizzeria. There was always a pile of them in a corner of the office. As your brain remembers how to function, you realize that that’s what you were asleep on for what feels like days.

You stand, yelping in pain. Both your legs have fallen asleep. How long was I out for? You wonder, checking your watch. It’s 4:53, so the night shift should be over soon. You can’t remember when you fell asleep. Vincent isn’t going to let you get over the fact that you couldn’t stay awake, no matter how many exams you have to revise for.

You reach the desk and realize how unlikely that is to happen. Vincent is asleep, curled up on the chair like a cat. His snores sound like a kitten’s purr. The overall effect is adorable but hilarious, and you can’t help but laugh.

Vincent’s eyes snap open and he smiles. You’re shocked by the sudden movement; though part of you is terrified of him. As soon as you think that, you feel repulsed. It was just a dream, you tell yourself, just a stupid nightmare. Vincent would never do that. Stop being so scared. It must have shown on your face, because Vincent looks mildly confused. And tired. “Everything alright?” His voice is normal, to your relief.
“Yeah. I’m still half-asleep.” You mutter.
“Aren’t we all?” He snatches his phone off the desk, no doubt checking for YouTube notifications. “You know, you should probably count yourself lucky you’re still alive.”

“What?” You’re in shock. His tone was conversational, but there was no denying the threat.
“The animatronics didn’t kill us while we slept. Missed opportunity, if you ask me.”
“So... you aren’t planning to murder me?” You don’t think about what you just said.
“That’s all I ever do. I end up destroying the only ones who don’t hate me. That sounds melodramatic.”
“I... you would never -”

The next thing you know, the floor is rushing up to meet you. Or, to be more accurate, you are thrown to the floor, only just managing to avoid getting a concussion. Before you can even process anything that’s going on, a hand grabs your arm and hauls you upright. “What do you know about what I wouldn’t do?” He hisses, trapping you against the wall. His eyes are dilated, the irises almost invisible. He looks completely deranged.
“I-is this a joke?” You gasp, barely able to breathe. Vincent is choking you, his nails digging into your throat.

“Do you consider this to be a joke?” He tightens his grip, simultaneously clawing at your wrists. It’s as though he isn’t even human anymore, just some kind of monster. Blood runs in a steady stream down your arms; if you weren’t concentrating so hard on breathing, it would trouble you. Vincent grins at your discomfort, looking less and less human by the moment.
“P-please... please stop...” You stutter, only just audible.

The pleading only makes him even more crazed. “You want me to stop? Very well.” He releases your throat. You gasp in air, relieved to finally be able to breathe again. Vincent laughs coldly.
“What is wrong with you?!” You squeak, outraged.
“Everything.” He growls.
“You sick bastard.” It’s impossible to remain calm any longer. “You’re a monster. I don’t know why I never noticed before.”
Vincent looks shocked. His eyes return to normal as he stares, utterly horrified at what he’s done. He turns and runs.

You follow, running through the right-hand door and almost crashing into the opposite wall. He’s disappeared completely.  Where the hell could he have gone? You wonder, checking every room you come across. There’s a flash of movement on your left as you enter the party room, which you immediately chase after. It darts round the doorway of the storeroom, you following closely. Now that you can actually focus on the thing, it resolves itself into the form of a large ginger cat.

The room is in half-darkness; only a few metres square, more of a cupboard really. Three of the walls are covered in shelves, each filled with spare animatronic parts. Your eyes adjust slowly to the gloom and you leap back in surprise. Two pairs of cat eyes are staring back at you; one green, one purple. “What happened?” You ask, feeling for a light switch. It only illuminates a small area in the centre of the room, leaving the edges in darkness. Vincent is curled up in a corner, stroking the cat’s head absent-mindedly.

“I’m sorry.” His voice is hoarse. “I never meant to hurt anyone. It was just...” He sighs, defeated. “Can we please forget that ever happened?”
You can’t believe what he’s saying. How could you just forget about something like that? Still, arguing with Vincent right now really didn’t seem like the best course of action, so you change the subject. “Where’d you get the cat?”
“His name’s Geordie. I think he belongs to the pizzeria or something.”

The cat takes this moment to start hissing violently, and runs out the door. “Stupid cat.” You mutter.
Vincent smiles at your remark, but his eyes remain completely devoid of emotion. Utterly dead.
Ashes to Ashes Pt12 (Vincent X Reader)
Well, I feel like shit right now. And a fair part of it is to do with this little series right here. I don't want to be melodramatic right now, but I am wondering whether it's really worth continuing. I've got a huge back catalogue of ones I still need to upload, but after that... Well, I just don't know. Up to you guys, I guess.

At least I wasn't late.


All rights to characters and other copyrighted material belongs to Scott Cawthon. 
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Did You Hear Something?
Altogether now... He's behind you!

Sorry. I had to.
This is awful, I know, but I thought I'd upload it for the sheer sake of it. Even if it is awful, it's better to have been put out there as opposed to gathering virtual dust in my computer's files, eh? So why not?

IT TOOK ME A WHOLE DAY JUST TO DO THE GLITCH EFFECTS - FEEL MY SUFFERING!!! :( Was it worth it? You tell me. There are about a million things I could find fault with, but I am so done with this. Cast your own judgements, peeps.

A word to Jack, if by some miracle he happens to ever see this: Firstly; ENGAGE FANGIRL MODE!!! Second; Hi! Third; why do you have to wear flamingo shorts? FLAMINGOS ARE IMPOSSIBLE TO DRAW!

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I almost didn't forget. Almost. Yeah, who am I kidding?  

“Can someone please explain the toast?” You ask your two friends, referring, as usual, to the weird stuff you find on DeviantArt.
“I CAN’T!” (1st friend) yells, drawing everyone’s attention. You’re all crowded around a table in the school cafeteria, so ‘everyone’ is actually a fairly large number of people.
Your (only) other friend grins slyly. “You can’t.
You splutter something incomprehensible, trying not to choke on your coffee.

“I told you not to do that!” You finally manage to cough out a sentence. “And stop judging.”
They both laugh. “Too late. You’re obsessed with fanfiction; I think it’s okay to pass judgement now.” One responds.
“Aaaaaaaanyway,” You say, trying to divert the conversation away from the contents of your browser history. “Have you guys seen anything? Any theories? Sightings? Anything?” Now that you know the truth, the wild theorizing doesn’t hold quite the same thrill anymore.

“Well, I did find several ceiling tiles missing on the second floor.” (2nd friend) declares.
You pretend this is interesting news. “Right... so they must still be rewiring all this stuff so they can power up the dimension-jumping thingy. That just leaves the question: how much power do they need?” It’s pathetic, really, having to keep up this stupid fantasy for the benefit of your friends. You wish you could tell them about Vincent, but that would require a whole lot of explaining. Still, it was horrible lying to them.

And then you make up your mind. It’s just a case of whether Vincent would agree. You type out a question, hoping he’s not in the middle of something stupid. A response shows after a few seconds, despite the crappy signal: I suppose. I’ll have to ask the others, though.

Okie.

The bell rings just as you press send. It’s gonna be a long lesson.

                                                *

As soon as you’re dismissed, you check the notifications on your phone. Vincent has his answer: Yup. They’re agreed. If you can get your friends to wait outside the science labs, we’ll meet you there. It’s going to be... interesting.
That sounds fairly ominous. Still, it’ll be good to finally tell your friends.

“Guys, can you come with me? I’ve gotta hand in some science homework.” You tell the other two as they leave the classroom.
“Sure.”
“Fine. But then I need food.”
“C’mon.” You lead the way to the science department, aided in your direction by the stench of burning and chemicals. There’s a completely deserted corridor with several empty classrooms and store cupboards. They mostly contain supplies for practical experiments and other boring, non-explosive shit. [Author’s Note: Dammit! That would’ve been fun.]

“We never had any science homework.” (1st friend) points out, looking sceptical. You begin to see your plan failing.
“No. But I swear I saw someone running along here.” You invent wildly. “And they kinda looked like Jeremy.”
This instantly gets their interest. “Where did they go?”
“Uh...” You’re improvising now, hoping Vincent actually has a plan. “That sort of direction.” You point to a chemistry classroom down the hall. (2nd friend) runs over to investigate.

“Well, actually,” A voice from behind you fills you with determination [Author’s Note: Sorry, wrong fandom!] relief. “I think he’s right here.” All three of you whirl round in surprise, at least one of you faking. Jeremy, nervous and trying not to make eye contact; Mike, annoyed at having Jeremy hide behind him; and Fritz, looking bored and uninterested. Beside you, your friends are completely stunned.
“W-what?! Did-did you know about this?” (1st friend) asks accusingly.
“Uh... sorta. Yeah. It’s a long story. These guys can probably explain.” You gesture in the direction of the new arrivals.
“You’re really that desperate to find Vincent? Personally, I think there’s no point; he’ll just end up doing something stupid and killing himself within five minutes.” Fritz can barely keep from laughing. You’re tempted to smash his stupid ginger head against the wall.

In fact, you’re about to leap at him when someone screams. It’s (1st friend), being casually strangled by Vincent. “Vincent. What did I tell you about trying to murder my friends?” You sigh, walking over and dragging him away.
He shrugs you off, muttering mutinously. “I wasn’t going to kill them... just gouge their eyes out with an ice-cream scoop. Would you prefer it if I attacked you instead?”
Fritz steps in. “Look. I don’t know what’s going on, but you’ve been a total dick lately. Get your act together, man!”

This doesn’t exactly help the situation. “Do you happen to know why people don’t speak their mind in my presence?” Vincent whispers, advancing on Fritz with a blade in his hand. “It’s because they all die.” He grins madly, grabbing Fritz’s shirt and throwing him against the wall. You run forward, trying to prise the knife out of his hand. Vincent drags his arm out of your grip and drives the hilt of the knife into the side of your head. You reel back, stunned.

Black spots swim in front of your vision, but you feel no sense of dizziness, or pain. It’s as though you’re completely separate from the events that are unfolding. That’s probably a bad sign. You shake your head violently, hoping to clear away the splotches. When they finally fade, you realize what Vincent’s done to your friends. They’re all slaughtered, stabbed multiple times and left to bleed. Everyone. The friends from your world and the new ones you’d met in a universe you never thought existed. All lifeless; staining the floor red.

Vincent laughs; a harsh, guttural sound completely unlike his normal voice. You stare in horror, unable to process what’s happening. “W-what... why...why do t-this?” You manage to stutter, but it takes an enormous effort, as though someone is controlling you.
“I thought you wanted this.” Again, he sounds different, far less soft and musical. It almost sounds like a growl. “To be free of everything tying you to this earth; to sail away from here upon a river of blood. Just the two of us and a universe to destroy. I’ve given you it all.”
You stare at the bodies of your comrades, sickened by the conversation. You can’t speak, it’s as though someone’s compressing your throat and obstructing your speech.

A growl causes you to spin round. Vincent is grinning inhumanely, looking less and less like his old self by the second. He’s covered in scars, most still bleeding an inky black substance. His eyes meet yours and the world falls away. They’re red and bloodshot, the whites of his eyes almost entirely gone. The eyes of a monster.
Ashes to Ashes Pt11 (Vincent X Reader)
... I did have the submission ready. I just forgot to press submit and shut down my computer. Yes. That happened.

You thought I'd actually learn my lesson for once? To that, I say, Sodium Hydroxide. [Yes, I do speak in elements. My friends put up with it for some reason.]

Blah, blah, blah, legal bullshit, et cetera. You get the hint by now. No stealing.
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... Guess who forgot to upload again? I genuinely need a controlled shock every time I forget. It'd certainly be more effective than my current system.

You scramble to your feet, forgetting about the desk and accidentally smashing your head on the edge of it. There’s blood all over the walls; the stench catches at your throat. Foxy has Vincent pinned against the wall, crushing his throat with one hand. Vincent looks semiconscious, bleeding heavily from scratches across his chest and face. He’s dazed, barely able to think straight, but the cord is still in his hand, tangled around Foxy’s arm. The two of them are surrounded by a pulsing blue-white light.

Vincent’s earlier orders disappear from your head as you rush to help. You drag Foxy off him, trying not to cry out as the electricity attacks your nerves. Needless to say, you fail.  The current cuts out as you collapse, barely staying awake. Agony shoots through your arm, sharp and commanding. You stare at the hand, charred and blackened, through a haze of pain. Slowly, it begins to heal itself, the brutal sting fading. The mist at the edge of your vision disappears and you judge it safe to sit up without fainting. And almost cry out in shock.

Foxy is slumped over in front of you, his face inches from yours. The famous orange eyes are dull and blank, the circuits fried. Guess Vincent’s plan worked, then. Vincent.

He’s still standing, though only just, leaning against the wall for support. He spots you staring. “I... t-told you not to... do that... Guess we f-found its... limits t-then.” And with that, he falls to the floor. You run over, stumbling slightly. Vincent’s barely breathing, staining the tiled floor with blood. He laughs at your expression. “I must be a good actor.”
“W-what?” You ask, stunned.
“I’m fine. I mean, I’ve been stabbed, electrocuted and had my throat slit in the space of a few seconds, but...”
That was your plan? To just let me run an electric current through that cable and hope it didn’t kill you?”

Vincent smiles, somewhat breathlessly. “I was pretty sure you wouldn’t kill me. Even if it was over ten thousand volts.”
“Why? Just – why?”
“It was a plan. Plus I’m a maniac.” He glances over at the deactivated animatronic. “And you were judging my cat obsession.”
“Not judging. I think it’s cute.”
He smiles wryly. “You would. And besides, cats are impossible to say no to. Speaking from personal experience as one. Yes, I consider myself to be a cat. ”
“I highly doubt that. It’s actually pretty easy to say no to you.”
Vincent grins evilly. “You still end up doing what I want.”
“Why do I really not like the sound of that?” You sigh, mentally regretting your next words. “I sincerely hope you’re referring to cats again.”

He grabs your wrist, pulling you down beside him. You squeak in protest, acutely aware of how little space there is between you. “Sure. I meant cats.” He replies, half-laughing at the look on your face.
“I really did not expect that.” Is the only thing you can think of.
“I try to stay unpredictable. For instance, I’m fairly certain you didn’t expect me to be obsessed with chibi kittens.”
You smile. “So you’re one of those people who like animals but don’t have any pets, right?” You ask, trying to return the conversation to something resembling normality.

Vincent pulls his phone out of his pocket, shifting position slightly so you’re leaning against him, head resting on his shoulder. “As a matter of fact, you’re wrong. I’ve got three cats.” He shows you several photos of two kittens; one jet black and one with white patches. “Shadow and Socks. Both have a ridiculous obsession with shoelaces. And then there’s -” There are several more pictures – one of which catches your eye.
“Hang on.” You mutter, sitting up and swiping the phone off him. You scroll back several photos to the one that interested you. It’s of a cat asleep on top of Vincent’s computer. The cat isn’t just a regular feline, though: it’s a skeleton. There’s no muscle or skin at all, just bleached white bones.

Vincent leans over your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you as though it’s a perfectly normal thing. “Oh. That’s Sir Whiskers.”
“It’s a reanimated corpse. If you feel like explaining at any point, please let me know.”
“Long story. Involving a bath full of hydrochloric acid. And a flamethrower.”
“I would say you’re crazy, but.... you know that already, don’t you?”

His response is drowned out by the stupid alarm. It’s all run on a digital system throughout the pizzeria, but Jeremy set it to sound like an old grandfather clock for some idiotic reason. Still, whatever it sounds like, it signals one thing and one thing only: it’s 6 a.m. You made it.
Ashes to Ashes Pt10 (Vincent X Reader)
Uh... sorry, I guess? Oh well. Let's just use the most logical method:
Blame Jeremy.

FNaF belongs to Scott Cawthon, etc. etc. You get the hint. This disaster in written form is mine.
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bunnyb133 Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2017  Student General Artist
Thanks for the watch!
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TheSarcasticRabbit Featured By Owner Aug 1, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Yer welcome.


I'm not drunk, officer!
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TayaKnight57 Featured By Owner Jul 27, 2017  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
 thanks for the watch Llama Emoji-02 (Blush) [V1] 
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TheSarcasticRabbit Featured By Owner Jul 27, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
No problem.

Mep.
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Chouhatsu-Itsudatsu Featured By Owner Apr 15, 2017
Welcome to dA, friend! (And by the sound of it, fellow English major! :glomp: :heart:) Though, in Veloci's Advocatus Diaboli-style defense, it may have been a deliberate misspelling in an attempt to be whimsical or purposely elongate the 'l'. :shrug:

Glad to have you and congrats on your first submission! It's very well-written — and now I know why. Ha. I was definitely a huge fan of the original FNAF and I've still been a bit overwhelmed by the sequels and the fandom explosion but...I suppose I'll manage.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it here and I will definitely see you around! :meow: :wave: Good luck!
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TheSarcasticRabbit Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks!

I completely agree with the FNaF comment. The games are brilliantly original, but I get the feeling the fandom may be taking things a little too far sometimes. Things can get CRAZY.

And, uh, I have no clue what your first paragraph is about. I'm no English major! In fact, I'm still in high school. (British high school, that is, not the weird American system!)

But thanks for the warm welcome, and good luck with whatever you do!
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Chouhatsu-Itsudatsu Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2017
Hey, I'm a proud product of that weird American system! LOL :dummy:

Also Advocatus Diaboli is fancy Latin for "devil's advocate". I was trying to come up with an explanation as to why VelociPRATTor would have deliberately used two l's in their spelling of 'wellcome' rather than it being a simple typo. That's all. (And yes, my parents and most everyone else I know has told me I should've gotten a law degree instead. Bwaha.)

ANYway, blahblahblah wordswordswords all about me, bleh. Sorry. Thanks for the thanks, hope you're having a good Sunday if not a Happy Easter and good luck with whatever you're up to, too! ;P
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TheSarcasticRabbit Featured By Owner Apr 17, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
That seems to make sense.

Three cheers for the weird American education system! (And weird systems for everything else, too!)

Happy Easter!
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VelociPRATTor Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2017  Student Digital Artist
Sorry
Im not good at english
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VelociPRATTor Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2017  Student Digital Artist
wellcome
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