ne'er–do–wells of the night watch.

The old suit hit the ground, unfortunately right onto the hand crank. The animatronic parts snapped back into place, but the operator…

Was dead on the inside.

He had multiple holes in him and was dead physically, but he was still alive in a different way. The bleeding was stopped by the suit pressed onto him. He blacked out and woke later in a small bed. Looking through the eyes of the old Bonnie suit, he noticed the walls were bland and all the colours matched a hospital. The medical equipment also supported this feature. But ponies didn't have the technological capability to revive a dead body.

‘Time to test movement.’

The right hand index finger twitched, then the whole hand balled up into a fist. Then with the force of a stampede of elephants put into it, stood up off the bed. He stood off the bed and wandered out the door. It was dark out so it was useful to his sneaking and his ‘eyes’ granted low night vision.

“Wait!” Something called out to him. Turning around he spotted it. It was another horse thing. With a weird nurse cap and the mark thing. Must be a doctor. “You cant leave yet!” She pleaded with him. “Too bad.” Vincent coughed out. “I'm okay.” He proceeded to walk out of the hospital without a disturbance. He made a mental map to head to the pizzeria as soon as possible. The ponies didn't realize he was dead? Guess they never got the suit open. Spring Bonnie hobbled through the streets, scaring any ponies still awake by this point.

“You realize how ironic this is don’t you?” A voice whispered in his head. “You did the same thing to us.” 4 more voices joined in and confirmed Vincent's fears. “No…” He whispered mentally. Spring Bonnie's leg servos locked up and dropped to the ground. “Now, you get to eternally live through what we’ve been through. The horror. The pain. It all comes back…” The young ghostly voice stopped. “… TO YOU!” A enormous amount of pain shot through Vincent form, simulating the pain of his death all over again. When the pain was gone, his form was sucked into the Spring Bonnie's suit and the servos loosened up and Vincent was in control. He stood up with a searing pain in his head and tried his hardest to proceed into the pizzeria. He had unfinished business.

…..

It was 4:00 AM by the time Vincent got to the door. Walking forward a pushing the door open with out a worry,he proceeded to the office. Whoever was working would sure be creeped out of they saw him. Turning the door frames corner he had a clear view of down the hall. Fritz was working. Proceeding down the hall, he stopped just before his feet reached the light. Fritz looked up from the camera at him. He knew he was there. His huge ass ears must be visible. Fritz pupils shrank. He reached for the door button and pressed it, locking Vincent out. ‘I guess I could play a game…’ Vincent thought, noting that he couldn't kill Fritz out right. they would know he was still alive. Walking back to the storage room he bumped into Freddy. Freddy payed no mind to him and continued on walking. Looking to his left he noticed Foxy peeking out of Pirate’s Cove and staring at the camera. Vincent walked past them to the storage room and slaked over to the small metal box and opened the secondary breaker box. Flipping the power switch he heard the noise of the power going out and smiled inside. He didn't need to outside because the suit had decayed enough to just have a constant smile. A ringing came from the office and Vincent quickly jogged back. All the animatronics were converging on Fritz’s position slowly. A conversation over the phone was audible, but with his hearing poor, Vincent couldn't understand a word from the end of the hall. Soon the power came back on. ‘Damn!’ Vincent thought in frustration. ‘Might as well leave before they find me’ he walked back out of the restaurant and climbed onto the roof. Nothing was ever up here so Vincent just laid down in wait. Thinking.

He was always thinking.

…..

Vincent awoke to gunshots.

Jumping up, he was slightly concerned he was the one getting shot, but seeing no new holes on him to add to the existing 1000, he proceeded to stand up and investigate. Walking over to the edge of the roof he spotted a few carriages with the red medical cross and Mike and Fritz being wheeled out. ‘Did they get shot?!’ Vincent asked himself in extreme anticipation. But after noticing a few small injuries and no gun shot wounds, his mood dropped lower than what it already had. ‘I knew I should have done more than just stuff them into the suits…’ He thought looking through the crowd. ‘Couldn’t I just take this suit off if I had the medical supplies to fix myself?’ He thought and let his eyes rest on a medical carriage in the alley next to him. Climbing down when nothing was looking, he grabbed bandages and whatever looked important. ‘Nevrosenthenine?! What the fuck is this stuff?’ He ignored it and grabbed just about everything and climbed back to the roof. He heard hoofsteps and a small conversation just as he got onto the roof. “Whoa. All the equipment is gone!” A male voice sounded in alarm. Vincent payed no more attention to the conversation and moved his fingers to the mask’s mouth. Pressing his fingers into it, he lifted it up to reveal the most horrific face ever. One of his eyes was permanently destroyed, a piece of endoskeleton lodged into the socket. The rest of his face looked okay, considering the suit didn't completely crush him. He released the lock on the neck and pulled the whole head off and instantly went to work on any damage. Next and probably the hardest part would be the torso. The hotspot for the endoskeleton. Opening the front he immediately felt pain. 2 large metal poles were lodged into the area above his hips. Unclamping the back which they were attached to, The suit still held on. “Oh god this is gonna suck…” She wheezed out. He placed his hand on each pole and pushed them back into him. Trying his hardest to contain the endless torment he grabbed a small bloody cloth he used on his head and placed it into his mouth. Crying freely in pain, he do tiled to pushing until he couldn't from the front. Twisting his arms until they were faced properly onto the back he pushed even harder, the whole suit yanking out in a flash of a second. He instantly got on all fours and opened his mouth the drop the cloth out and spit out the blood. He grabbed the cloth and wiped up any blood on his uniform and then grabbed a large bottle. “AWWW FUCK!” He yelled out and just went ape shit and poured the cleansing liquid onto his holes. The agony wants even the worst part, the searing acidic pain of dumping half a bottle of a cut disinfectant down a hole made by a sack of shit with a phone for a head. Vincent moved onto the next hole and was met with equal pain. Eventually he wrapped his whole torso in bandages, the legs didn't close in that much so be just took them off like pants. Limping  to the way off the roof, he dropped the medical supplies down onto the ponies. They looked up to him. “Hey! Why did you take these!” Vincent pointed at the large bandage. “Home renovation.” He climbed down the roof and turned to the ponies. “Which way to not here?” He asked ponies looked to each other with a questioning gaze, then turned back to him. “North?” Vincent nodded and said bye and snuck around he corner into the empty dark pizzeria. Walking into the main hall he noticed a small amount of evidence supporting a struggle. “Huh.” He didn't really care and proceeded into the backstage area. He stepped over a body bag and shell casings but still gave no shits. Reaching the backstage, he found exactly what he needed to make a mark on his enemies. Walking across the bloody room he rested his hand on the small wooden shaft of a hatchet.

Vincent held it in his hand and smiled.