Next night was pretty much the same. Me messing up, Mike yelling at me to be more careful, almost dying. One thing was different about today, though; I kept on seeing random things appear on the wall. The were messy scrawls that disappeared before I could really read them, some freaky crying kid posters, and some newspaper article I couldn't read through the static. Mike said that it was probably just the lack of sleep and lack of air flow getting to me, and that he had the same problems at first, but it didn't make it any less creepy. Especially since he claimed to have seen the exact same things. There was something else going on here...

As we headed out to the parking lot at the end of the shift, there was some weird shadow in the hallway. I just assumed that it was one of the animatronics heading back to their stage, but Mike stopped in his tracks and started to look even more pissed off than usual.

"Vincent, fuck off." Mike growled in the direction of the shadow. The shadow stepped away from the wall, and I saw that it was that purple man I had seen in the parking lot yesterday. "Mike, who's this?" the purple man and I asked simultaneously.

"(Y/N), douchebag. Douchebag, (Y/N)." Mike replied. I guess he and this "Vincent" weren't on very good terms.

Vincent grinned and held out his hand. I hesitated before slowly shaking it. "As you heard Mike mutter earlier, my name's Vincent. Used to work night shift with Mikey here." Mike just glared at Vincent.

This didn't look like a good time to be around Mike. I turned to leave, but someone grabbed my shoulder. I turned around and saw Vincent. Of course it wasn't Mike; Mike hadn't ever touched me in such a way unless it involved saving my life. It wasn't like he had done anything really bad, but it surprised me. Mike was behind him, and I could practically see the steam pour out of his ears. "Get off of her, you son of a bitch!" Mike cried, tackling Vincent. Vincent yelped, and they both fell to the floor. He started throwing punches at Vincent's face, but the purple-clothed man managed to dodge them, even from such a close range. Vincent somehow ended up on top of Mike, holding a knife that shone an eerie silver in the moonlight coming through the pizzeria's glass doors. Jesus, wearing purple must've given the guy superpowers, he moved so fast.

"So, Mikey, how've you been?" Vincent asked in that mocking tone of his. "I've been doing just fine. Get out of here, asshole." Mike replied. "Employees only. You got fired, bitch."

I'd seen Mike angry before, but Vincent seemed to have the capability to push him completely over the edge. I have to ask him next shift what the fuck was going on.

Eventually, the man in purple let the tired night watch up. "You've tried and failed to defeat me before. When will you get it? YOU CAN'T." Vincent had a different tone for those last couple words; he must use the phrase a lot. Vincent held out his arm to escort me out of the building. Considering what I'd just seen him do, I didn't want to do anything to get on his bad side. I looked back apologetically at Mike, who's face fell as soon as I took Vincent's arm.

Luckily, he just dropped me off at my car and said goodbye before walking off. What in the actual fuck was happening?

Mike walked out of the building, slumped over like he had a huge pain in his back. Making sure that purple guy was out of sight, I ran over. Mike looked up and smiled. "Good. He's the type who wouldn't be afraid to kidnap someone like you." I smiled and just walked him over to his car. I was heading back when I heard Mike call my name. I turned around and asked him what he wanted.

"So, um, I was wondering... Since we don't have work tomorrow that... We... Maybe we could hang out or something? I mean, I totally understand if you're busy or whatever..." He turned a shade redder. "Fuck, that was so cheesy! What the hell is my problem? Ugh, now I sound like some sad, embarrassed sap in some stupid-ass romance novel! No, even worse...like some teenager's fanfiction! She'll say no and I'll be humiliated for the rest of my-" I cut off his not-so-quiet mumbling with a way-too-cheerful "Absolutely!"

Mike's face lit up immediately. "We can just meet up here, I guess." Mike said. I nodded and waved again. "Does 8 sound good to you?" Mike yelled out his window. "Perfect!" I shouted back.

He drove off, once again appearing to be chastising himself. Huh. Guess he wasn't smooth enough for his own tastes.