Alternate Lavender
The nights would not be any kinder to Vincent, as the animatronics only seemed to get more relentless as the week progressed. The voice of the man behind the phone did nothing to ease his nerves as the messages seemed to get more shaky. The man on the phone was clearly concerned for Vincent’s safety, and was doing the only thing he could do to help, but was it going to be enough?
Vincent would leave work each progressive night trembling far worse than he had when he entered, the jitters only barely helping him react quickly enough to stave off the characters.
“Why are they so aggressive?” He wondered aloud through chattering teeth. His idle thoughts were cut off by an airy, childish giggle. It was just outside the West door. “O-oh God, what? I can’t afford to look myself... I-I hope the camera can pick it up... it’s not a KID is it? Oh God, what if...”
Vincent’s ramblings trailed off as he checked Cam2B, freezing momentarily as he noticed that the Freddy poster there was now a zoomed-in picture of Freddy’s head, only eyeless and... golden? What was that all about?
There it was again, the giggle. Vincent heard it just as he looked at the poster, putting down the tablet in a panic as he realized it was right in front of him.









