Ghost of the Past~Sequel to Broken Appearance~

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Okay so quick A/N should I make a schedule for when and how often I update? That may make everything easier because school is starting up already and I'm not ready but I know I wanna continue updating. So if y' all think I should make a schedule, comment or...somthing? Anyway, let's start the chapter!
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I stared in shock at Vincent as his words swirled around my head. "You're...sorry," I said slowly, eying him skeptically.

He sighed, letting out a puff of smoke. "Corny, right? Guess a fucker like me can care. In all honesty, I've been trying to figure out how to make it up to them. But I have no fucking clue how. I took what...can't be given back." He shrugged and looked at me again. "I know I've fucked up. But I wanna fix it."

I nodded and pointed at the pack of smokes in his pocket. "Can you spare a halfie?"

He gave me a confused look as he pulled it back out and handed me a half-smoked cigarette. I lit it with his lighter then handed it back to him. "Thanks."

"Since when did you smoke?" He asked, shoving the items back into his pockets.

I shrugged. "Since you killed (Y/N). We've always been so close. And with Jeremy dying a little bit ago, Mike going depressed...its a lot to take in. I feel like...I'm going to lose Mike soon too, and then, maybe even the animatronics."

He smirked. "Don't worry. You're pretty pure from what I've seen and heard. Something good will come by eventually."

I chuckled, letting out a cloud of smoke. "I guess. Speaking of, have you seen Jeremy around?"

"No, I honestly don't even know who that is."

"Oh, well...the toy animatronics killed him. Someone rigged them to kill (Y/N), but, he was the one who took the blow. Mike was devastated. They were boyfriends, for who knows how long before (Y/N) found out, and he's been depressed ever since."

"Mike's gay?" Vincent asked, turning to me again. He threw the but of his now gone cigarette into the trashcan.

I nodded. "Yeah."

Vincent huffed. "I really regret killing everyone now."

I giggled. "Yeah." Then I sighed. "If only (Y/N) was here...everyone would be so much happier."

Vincent nodded. "I know. Fuck, I'm stupid. Ashley, I really am sorry."

"I can tell. I guess...I don't think I can forget, but I can try to forgive, but I make no guarantees."

He grinned, holding out his hand to me. "Shake on that?"

I smiled. "Shake on it." We shook hands, and I was about to let go when Golden Freddy stomped over, glaring at Vincent.

"What the hell are you doing out here with this piece of shit?" He yelled, slapping Vincent's hand from me. My eyes widened at his actions.

"Gold-"

"Stay away from her, got it?" He glared at Vincent, ignoring me.

"Why?" Of course, you need to be snarky, Vincent, because crossing your arms totally makes it better.

"Because I don't trust you. And you don't deserve to be around her." Gold growled, taking a threatening step forward.

"And why do you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Guys-"

"Shush, Ash." Gold snapped, sending me a glare. I glared at him, quickly shooting Vincent a worried look. Golden Freddy was getting very angry. His fists were clenched tightly along with his jaw.  "What. Do. You. Mean."