Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/11862945. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Category: F/M, M/M Fandom: FNAF, Five_Nights_at_Freddy's Character: Phone_Guy, Scott_Cawthon, Luna_Cawthon, Jonathan, Johanna, Mike_ [Mentioned], Jeremy_Fitzgerald_[Mentioned], Vincent, Purple_Guy, Mojacha, Ollie Additional Tags: Six_year_old_Scott, Scott_looks_and_sounds_like_a_girl, Backstory, Twitter_RPs, Nerdy_Scott, sleepover, Rape, Abuse, Dark_shit-, Hinted Purplephone, nah, definitely_SOME_Purplephone Series: Part 1 of Purplephone Stats: Published: 2017-08-21 Completed: 2017-09-18 Chapters: 5/5 Words: 8369 ****** Hold the Phone ****** by Castia Summary Scott is a young six year old lil' boy in school. Often mistaken as a girl, he goes through life. Wonder why he wears a phone head now? It shall be revealed here. [Backstory thing for a Phone Guy twitter RP account!] ***** Make Love, not War. ***** Scott smiled when he walked through school with sister walking beside him as they wore the same uniform. While there were male and female student uniforms, Scott didn't mind wearing a skirt. He had longer hair and a higher voice. So often enough, he was mistaken as a girl. His twin sister, Luna, enjoyed it. They'd style their hair similiarly and nobody could tell the difference! The only difference there was between the two, he was often looking unamused. She was wilder while he was more passive. The only way to actually get him giggling and squealing was if you talked about his crush, Jonathan... Or if you talked about Comics and such. He was such a nerd. Yes, Scott liked boys. Luna was the only one who knew. Their mother had died a long time ago and their father...? Well... They agreed not to tell him. The twins didn't know how he'd react and didn't want to risk anything. Though, he didn't really pay attention to them anyways. Otherwise he would have noticed the skirts Scott wears. Sometimes, she felt lonely. She was hyper and nobody really could keep up to her. So most didn't even try. Of course, neither could Scott. But he'd try! And that made her slow down sometimes so he could keep up. They're the dynamic duo, after all! Even though she wasn't as interested in comic books and heroes like he was. They were in different classes, but everytime the break started, they'd find eachother and take on the world! However, today was different. Scott was alone at school. While his sister was normally there to support him, she wasn't. Luna had an accident and was in the hospital. So he was all alone in the break time. Nibbling on his sandwhich as he watched the other students. Letting his red hair hang over his shoulders. Then he heard squeaking. He rose a brow and turned towards the sound... Getting up and abandoning his food in order to find the source. He gasped as he saw a little boy getting bullied for his lunch. Some chips, fries... Oh, those looked yummy. But his three bullies were bigger- older kids. From the school beside his. You see, the two schools shared the same outdoor space, courtyard in order to save money. But that meant, if a lil' kid was bullied by the older ones who were thirteen, they didn't stand a chance. One of these older kids was Jonathan. His crush... But this was cruel! Scott stared. Shaking a bit. What's he supposed to do?? If he tried to take them on, he'd get beaten up! But the kid was in danger and he couldn't just let them get hurt! He looked around. Maybe an older kid can help- someone- His green eyes scanned the area for someone- anyone to ask for help! A purple kid- no... he was already gone- oh! A group of girls! Maybe they'll help. He ran over to them, tugging at their sleeves. The one with long and pretty gold hair looked at him. Blinking curiously and crouching down to look at him. " What's wrong, lil' girl? " Ah, they thought he was a girl. Of course. Most did, anyways. He likes the female uniform, it was comfortable! He grabbed her hand, too nervous to use words right and lead her to a group. Her friends followed and once they spotted Jonathan and his gang, they were furious. Yelling at the various boys. The girl was scolding Jonathan specifically. " Jonathan, that was the last straw!! We are DONE! " ... They... were in a relationship...? Oh, now he felt guilty... The girl walked over to Scott, smiling. " Thanks for telling me. We'll talk to the teacher about this. Here! You seem lonely. " She took his hand, pulling out a marker and writing some numbers down. Her... Her phone number?? She got up and waved. " See ya, girlfriend! " Scott blinked and waved. His green eyes watching the girl and her friends leave. What... just happened- Suddenely Scott felt hands on his shoulders, pushing him against a wall. Jonathan was glaring down at him. While he had little daydream moments of something similiar... he was terrified now. Disgusted with the boy... " Alright, you lil' bitch... You like to break people up?? Huh?! " Scott stared with wide eyes. Visibly shaking as Jonathan's friends were trying to get him to calm down. " Answer me!! " Scott took a deep breath to speak. His voice was shaky. " I-I didn't know or mean t-to... Y-You were bullying that b-boy and- " " So what?? " He huffed and tugged at Scott's hair, earning a yelp. " Listen up... I don't like you, brat... So, since you decided to mess shit up for me... I'll mess you up. It'll be fun to see you broken and crying! " He let go, huffing. " And what teacher would believe a lil' kid like you? You're alone. I'll be seeing you... " He left... He finally left. Leaving Scott to just shake against the wall. What had he gotten himself into? Jonathan was right- He had two friends who would back him up and Scott's got nothing. What teacher would believe him?? Nobody would... He's just a little kid and- Ugh! He hated being treated like one too. The boy sighed as he walked back to his spot. His sandwich gone. Probably snatched by one of the other kids. He sighed again... He preferred being with his sister... =============================================================================== Scott sat in his room that he shared with Luna. They both had decided to paint their room differently. She was interested and stars and the My Little Pony series while Scott was interested in Video Games and Comics. However, he wasn't much of an artist. So she painted his side for him too! Drawing Spiderman, Deadpool, Wolverine- Lots of Marvel heroes! Not a single DC hero, though. Scott wasn't interested in that. Currently, he wore a sweater. Similiar to that of Chara from the Undertale video game. Plus, his little Deadpool pouch that he never forgets. It was still rather early and he was bored. With nothing to do, he decided to dial the number that the girls gave him. Hearing the ringing... before the familiar voice of the girl was heard. " Hello, hello? " Honestly, Scott wasn't expecting someone to actually pick up. So he was nervous. " Uh... Who is this? " He cleared his voice. If he spoke, he had to make sure to remember to not use his real name. After all, she thought he was a girl. And, like any good hero! His secret identity was Scott! " H-Hoi...! My name's Sally...! F-From... school? I'm the girl with red hair and all... " She seemed confused at first before he heard her snapping her fingers. " Oh! You're that cute lil' girl from the other school! I'm sorry, I never asked your name before... Well, my name is Johanna! Nice to meet ya! " She sounded friendly. " Whatcha doin'? " Scott looked around. What was he doing? " I'm just at home... I was reading a bit, but I got bored... "  " Oh? That sucks... Hey, my friends and I are having a sleepover. Why don't you come over?? We could all chat together! " He blinked. A sleepover? He's never had one of those. " Hm... We could pick you up, if you want! Where do you live? " ... Well, darn. If only Scott knew the actual street names. He knew how to get home from school and all- Left, forward, forward, right- Shortcut, left, forward, right- And he's home! But the names of the streets!? No, sir! " Uh... I live... " That's when he remembered- His house is near the Fazbear place! He could use that as a sort of start. It's one of the few restaraunts right beside McDonalds. Giving the way was easier then and Johanna seemed to have understood the way. " Alright! I'll pick ya up, then! See ya! " And the call ended. Scott smiled and got up to pack some comic books. His favorites especially, so he could show and tell about Spiderman and such. Jonathan's threats were still fresh in his mind... but he is going to enjoy himself today! No matter what that... that buttface does! Yeah! To the sleepover! Scott was packing his Avengers Napsack. ***** ☆Sleepover☆ ***** Chapter Summary Scott's at a sleepover. Full of girls. Perfect. Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes " Welcome to my place, Sally! " Johanna chuckled, smiling at Scott and leading him inside " By the way, that's a cute sweater! What's it from? " Scott looked around curiously. The place was so big! This one room alone is probably the same size as his whole apartment! " Undertale! " She blinked in slight confusion before shrugging. She lead him over to her room where there were two other girls. They both had their pajamas already on. Oh, right... He forgot his... Oh dear... " So, you just change into your pajamas and- Hm...? " He blinked. Did he really look so nervous that she noticed? " ... You forgot it, didn't you? " Oh, he was such an idiot! Stupid stupid stupid- " Doesn't matter! I think I have a sexy nightgown somewhere! Let me check! " She left the room for a moment. Leaving Scott with the other two girls. He stared before waving. They seemed especially interested in his hair. Rather long but slightly... fluffy? So to say? No, that's not right... Wild! They were trying to braid it already, which he didn't mind. He likes his long hair when it was styled. But he never found the time to do it himself since he preferred to sleep as long as possible. They decorated the braid with little fake flowers and such. He felt pretty! Then Johanna came back. Holding a long red dress. On her, it would just barely get over her thighs. But on Scott, it was just barely not going to drag on the ground. He brought it with him to the bathroom, changing inside... He liked dresses and skirts! So comfy~ When Scott walked out, the girls squealed and were taking pictures. He proudly posed. Then they all got the napsacks ready. Each of them sat on their own as they began talking. Mentioning a pedicure or something- but he didn't really understand. They mentioned Period too... wonder what that could be? Then they got onto the forbidden subject. Boys. " Oh, did you see that purple one? He's weird, but kinda hot at the same time! Is he single? " He couldn't remember this girl's name. But she had red hair. Fake, unlike his. And a darker kind of red too. Scott called her Cherry. And the purple one, huh? Didn't he see that boy? He wasn't sure anymore... But he didn't need to think for long since she pulled out her phone. Showing a picture of this purple boy. This was obviously taken in secret, since he wasn't posing or anything. He didn't even look in the camera. He didn't know it was being taken... But, Scott'll admit... He's a looker. " Woah... He looks so cool! " Big white eyes...? Adorable! Big grin...? Sweet! Purple...? Cool! Ah, if only Scott knew him better. " What's his name? " The girls shrugged. They never talked to him before, apparently. Too bad... He would have loved to hear some stories about him! He was mysterious. " What about you, Sally? You're young, but there must be some boy in your class that you find 'cool'! " Oh, where should he begin? There were many cool boys in his class! He just never really talked to them. " Tell us about a few. " " W-Well... " He tapped his chin in thought. Any stories- " There was that one time, Mike said the f-word! Our teacher got SO mad! But, well. He got out of trouble by telling some puns until they left him alone. " The girls giggled. " And then there's Jeremy! He's really nice but one time, his mom packed a whole lemon into his lunchbox! He rose that lemon around and was like- 'It is a lemon. What do I do with a whole lemon??' So I let him have half of my sandwich instead! " The girls giggled at his story. Finding it rather amusing. " Oh! How adorable! " The dark skinned lady, who Scott decided to name- 'Chocolate', hugged him. He snickered as she ruffled his long hair. " You are just- PRECIOUS! " He had a gentle hue of blush on his cheeks. Oh, gee! He wasn't used to being liked or adored! " I am SOOOOO keeping you! " " Hey! She isn't a toy or a pet, silly! " Johanna laughed, playfully swatting her friend's head. " Okay, so. Anyone up for pedicures? Sally? What's your favorite color? " " O-Oh! It's a mix between... red and green! M-Mostly red. " They nodded, Cherry pulled out a red nail polish. Oh. This'll be eventful. =============================================================================== Scott stared at his nails on his feet and hands. His green eyes sparkled. Woah... His nails have never looked so pretty!  " Do ya like it? " Cherry smiled and rose a brow. Scott could only squeak and nod in response. " Daw, I'm glad! You look really nice with it too! " He smiled and posed once again. " Woo! Work it, girl! " Chocolate through a five dollar bill at Scott. He laughed and twirled. " Alright, alright. " The three stopped, listening to Johanna. " We still have school tomorrow, so let's get some rest. Alright? I'll be up extra early to get Sally back home. " They nodded as they snuggled into their napsacks. Scott smiled brightly at his braid. Oh, what a wonderful day~! =============================================================================== Oh, what a terrible day~! Getting up so early in the morning should be illegal! Scott groaned as Johanna got him to get dressed. She had to bring him home early so he could get ready for school himself. And that suuuuucked! He waved her goodbye when she drove off with her mother in the car. The mother seemed to like Scott. He's a bean. Scott got into his uniform. Making sure the skirt sat right before making his own way to school. Alone once again, he sighed. Fantastic. He's tired and alone. This doesn't bold well. He'll probably be grumpy for the rest of the day and easily irritable. By now, he was almost at class. Yawning, when he realised he forgot something from his locker. A few of his school books. He quickly jogged through the empty hall. It had rang so he needed to hurry! Then someone grabbed his shoulder. Someone grabbed his shoulder and tugged him to the Janitor's closet. Well- Ex- Janitor. He was fired because he apparently beat a kid up. Scott was tossed against the floor. He winced in slight pain before looking up. It was... Jonathan. And his friends. Oh god- he was scared. He was about to scream but they were quick to slap a hand over his mouth. Leaving him a panicked mess. This was NOT good...!! Chapter End Notes I do believe Vincent is older than Scott, so that's why Vincent is in the slightly higher classes. ***** 911 isn't Working ***** Chapter Summary Okay, so warning for this chapter. This is Underage rape. Yes, I know it's a bad thing but, that's the point. It isn't good. None of those two words are good and it's even worse when put together like that. I'm too young to be a pedophile so calm yo tits. And let the feels grab you. Or, well. Skip to the next chapter if it's out already. Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes Jonathan walked over to Scott. A smile on his face as he cracked his knuckles. One of his friends stayed near the door whilst the other took out his phone. The young boy didn't know what he was doing... Taking photos? Videos? Either way, this won't end well... Scott stared for a moment... waiting for Jonathan to come a BIT nearer. Then he saw his opening. The tall boy's legs were open and he tried to zip through. Halfway through the escape though, the legs were clenched shut. Jonathan was counting on that attempt... " Nice try, sweetheart. " The red-head felt hands on his bottom. Squeaking in surprise, he tried to wiggle himself outta there. But with a simple slap from the tall blondie, he froze. " No moving... " He pulled the skirt up and lowered Scott's undergarments. Once that was low, one of the boys blinked. He knew... Jonathan held onto the undergarment and let go of the young boy. Scott tried to get away but the boy at the door grabbed him. Twirling him around and holding his skirt up for the camera to see. " Now lookie what we have here... It's a boy! " Jonathan laughed and walked closer. " Who would have thought... " " L-Let go!! Let me go and leave me a-alone! I'm s-sorry! " there was silence for a while before Scott was shoved to the ground, getting pinned. The poor boy tried to scream for help. " Somebody, please!! " Tears pricked at the ends of his eyes. He didn't know what would happen... Will these boys beat him up? Show the video to the whole school? Christ, he just wanted this to stop! But it didn't... " Quit your yappin', Pretty Boy. " The nickname sent chills down Scott's spine as he felt a hand ghost over his skin. He clenched his eyes shut, shakking... " Real smooth... S'a shame I didn't bring lube with me. This'll hurt. " Lube? What lube? What'll hurt? He's saying it like it could hurt him... What was happening?? " Though... A blowjob could help. " A what? Someone grabbed Scott's hair, tugging him up to meet face to face with... Jonathan's member? It was long and hard... " Okay, kid. Open wide. " For that thing? No. He shook his head. The taller boy sighed before slapping Scott, who yelped. Using this chance, he rammed it all the way into the redhead's mouth. All the way to his throat. " Ohhhhh that's right...~ " It tasted weird... He didn't like this... He's being forced... Whenever Jonathan thrusted in, he felt like he was choking. Scott wanted out. He whimpered when he felt a hand grab his hair. Tugging it ever so carefully but to the point it was still painful. It smelt musky... sweat... Oh and his gaze was darkening. Black around the corners as Scott began to feel dizzy... He kept hearing clicks every once in a while... After a while, the thrusts became erratic. Desperate. Tears pricked at the end of Scott's eyes and his jaw hurt... He wants it to stop. Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop StOP STOP STOP STOP STOP- I hate this... Scott heard a gasp, then he felt something spurt into his mouth. Some kind of warm liquid... The one hand in his hair was gone and he pulled away, coughing the liquid out. One of the boys snickered... then the bell rang. They looked at eachother before grabbing Scott and holding him against the wall. They were... slipping the undergarment back on and were making a run for it. Except Jonathan. He stared at Scott a moment longer before chuckling and giving him a kiss on his forehead. " Remember kid. We've got pictures. And unless you want everyone to know of your little... secret. I suggest you keep your mouth shut about this. Alright? " He waited for the young boy's reply. A nod. Then he pulled away. " See ya tomorrow, Pretty Boy...~ " The taller ran out. Scott could feel it. Hot tears running down his face... Why was this happening...? After a long while, Scott wiped his tears from his face. He had to go to class and he couldn't be seen like... like this...! Once he was ready, he ran to class. The boy ended up getting in trouble for being late... so he got extra homework as a punishment. Once he was home, he sighed. Tomorrow is a different day. A better day. How much worse could it possibly get, after all? ... He jinxed it... didn't he? =============================================================================== He was still alone... When will Luna be out of the hospital? He doesn't know... He really needs his twin sis. It's scary and... he hates being alone. Once again though, he was tugged into the Janitor's Closet. Familiar faces meeting him and he froze... Not again... He didn't wanna do this 'blowjob' thing again! He hated it, it felt terrible! They pushed him onto a table, leaning over it. He clenched his eyes shut and held two hands over his mouth. Nonono, not again! He refuses! But they didn't touch his face. Slipping his underwear down, Jonathan ran his hand along Scott's ass. Teasing at the entrance with his thumb. The little boy yelped when he tried to press his thumb in. Moving his body to jerk away. " Hm... It'll be a tight fit... " Scott heard more clicking like yesterday... Then the sound of a bottle cap being opened. He turned his head slightly to see something- namely, what the hell these... these monsters were doing... Was that oil...? Why? He felt Jonathan's hand tease at his hole again, but this time his fingers were oily. Scott was shaking... " Calm down, Pretty Boy...~ otherwise it'll hurt. " ... Scott glared. He GLARED with as much anger he could muster in this situation. Spitting at Jonathan's face to wipe the cheeky grin on his face. The taller blinked before grabbing Scott's neck, slamming his head against the table repeatedly. " Ghk!! " He couldn't breathe. Looking around and hoping for a way out... There was none. His sight was blacking out... he felt like he'd faint... Just then, pain crashed onto Scott. H-He... Jonathan slammed his member all the way inside the young boy and god, did it hurt. Scott screamed and cried only to have a hand slapped over his mouth. Jonathan was letting out groans whilst he pulled away only to slam back in. It hurt... the pain burnt... Scott was getting dizzy... he felt sick... His hands were shaking like leaves as he tried concentrating on something- anything! Just not this... But there was nothing in this room to concentrate on. He could hear the thrusts and his whimpers... Groans of... of pleasure coming from Jonathan... He kept muttering pleas for this to stop... But it didn't. " Oh, fuck... You're tight, Pretty Boy~ " Pretty Boy... How he hates that nickname now. Shaking his head as Jonathan continued... " C'mon... Enjoy yourself, Pretty Boy... Don't you want the pain to stop~? " Yes... Yes he did... But enjoy this?! That's sick. " Ah, fuck...~! Fine... be that way... " The tall blond huffed as he grabbed Scott's hips. The little boy squeaked whilst one of the other older boys walked over and clasped a hand over his mouth. Jonathan was speeding up, getting rougher. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt- He just wants it to stop!! Tears streamed down his cheeks as the older boy continued abusing him. Trying to get deeper into the younger. He sobbed... Just sobbed and trembled as the thrusts were becoming more desperate... Scott prayed this'll stop... Please make it stop... With a last thrust, he felt something warm and hot spurt inside him... This was the same stuff from last time... Jonathan leaned over to Scott, grabbing his hair to tug him up and biting into his shoulder. " Ow, ow, ow!! " He yelped in surprise. He hates it, he hates it- Scott slapped the taller, making him pull away. But he just stared at the younger. A grin on his face... " Aw, don't be like that...~ " He trailed kisses along Scott's neck. The little boy tried to blink his tears away, but they kept coming. His gaze was all blurry... " You're my bitch now, Pretty Boy...~ " Once again the bell rang. The boys got Scott dressed and ran off... Leaving the boy to cry again. Alone... =============================================================================== It's been a few months now... The end of the School Year was approaching... Scott's grades had fallen considerably... He never talked to the three older girls, Johanna, Cherry and Chocolate ever since the incident with Jonathan first happened... Everytime the break started, Luna never knew where Scott was... He wasn't sure he wanted her to know. The abuse had continued over the months... Scott had gotten numb over this time... Numb to the abuse... To the... the rape... It hurt, but he always blocked the pain out. It just ached afterwards... He gave no reaction to the older boys anymore... And whenever his sister asked what was wrong... Why he looked tired, why he always looked so... done. Done with everything. With life... Everytime she asked, he'd just force a smile and ask what she's talking about... How ridiculous she was acting... But she always knew something was up. Even now, he began wrapping his arms up in bandages. With the excuse that it was cool like the superheroes in the book! When, in reality, he just wore it so nobody would notice the... cuts... The cuts littered all over his arms and even hands. It just felt right... He deserved the pain... He's a disgrace... A failure... Scott's grades had gotten so bad, that the teacher had told his father about it... How bad Scott was getting... That didn't go well. He was punished. A simple back-slap across the face... getting yelled at... But that didn't matter. He's been through worse. The teacher told his father to switch Scott to a different school. To try and give the boy a new start! His father tried to trade him off to a different family for a different son. But that didn't work. Scott's father yelled at him. Everyday he came home from school. Failure. Idiot. But, he was right... Scott believed it all. He's a failure, he's an idiot... A disgrace! Even with his sister trying to encourage him- it didn't work. Everyday walking felt like he was carrying a whole world on his shoulders... Scott never wanted to get out of his room... It was the only place he wasn't yelled at. Wasn't abused... Where he was just. Left. Alone... And yet, here he was. Walking to school with his sister. The last day at this school... before he changes to a different one. None of his classmates have ever seemed to notice anything wrong with him. He liked that. Nobody noticed a thing. Not Jeremy, Mike or any other... He was safe from anyone in his class, pestering him with questions... His sister walked off to her class. And while Scott was walking to his own, he noticed Jonathan. Alone, this time... And early... Honestly, surprising... But Scott didn't complain or mind... It was just going to be the same terrible thing... Jonathan grabbed his shoulder, leading him to the Janitor's closet. Sometimes, Scott wondered why it was so big... not that it mattered anyways. The younger boy didn't resist... He gave up a long time ago... The blond shut the door and locked it with a key, pulling out a pill from his pocket... Scott tilted his head, staring blankly at the item, then the holder... " What are those...? " He asked. Generally curious... He'd seen his father take pills sometimes... But he never took one himself. Scott had the feeling that was going to change soon, too. " It's a pill. It's gonna make you enjoy this...~ but, it takes a while to work. Which is why I came early, Pretty Boy. " Jonathan walked nearer. " Open that mouth up...~ " Scott did so obediently... " Heh... No fighting back, eh? A broken lil' toy...~ " He purred as he pushed the pill into the younger boy's mouth. " Swallow it. " Scott tried... But his body didn't cooperate. It was too big and he couldn't swallow it. Jonathan stared before groaning. Moving his hand in an attempt to force Scott to swallow the pill. He growled when it didn't work immediately, pushing Scott against the wall to get a better grip. After a while of squeaking and gagging, Scott got the pill swallowed. That felt terrible... Jonathan sat the younger boy on the table. Crossing his arms. He wasn't... doing anything...? This was new... He just felt a bit sick but nothing else... What was the point of it all? It felt like hours that Scott just stared at the blond. A knowing smirk on his face... Ugh... the little boy hated not knowing something that others did... Then- all at once... it felt so hot... Unbearably hot. Scott could feel heat rise to his cheeks as his groin ached a tad. What was- what was happening- What did that pill do...? Scott bit his lower lip, whining as he pressed his thighs together. But Jonathan walked over and forced his legs back open. Pulling the underwear off and pointing at his... member... It was hard... And when the older boy touched it, it felt- ... Incredible. The young boy whined... No, no, no... What was happening? Why did this feel... feel good? And so... sensitive?? Every touch near his groin got the young boy to shudder and mewl. Jonathan chuckled as he pushed Scott down against the table. His front pressing against the metal like always when the older boy teased at the abused entrance... I hate this, I hate this- Why does it feel good?! He doesn't WANT this to feel good! It makes him feel... feel... Disgusting... " St-Stoooop...~! " He whimpered. Trying to flail a bit... But Jonathan wouldn't let him. He wouldn't let him go... Just kissing at the boy's neck who could do nothing but shudder.  " Oh, Pretty Boy...~ " Jonathan chuckled as he pressed his thumb inside. Scott jerked towards the touch for a moment before regaining control and trying to pull away. It didn't work. " Listen... I don't care if the bell rings. Nobody usually comes here and now, I was able to get a key to lock the door. So we have lots of time...~ " He tugged the younger boy's hair so his head moved up and he couldn't muffle most of his sounds. " I want to see you begging for this... Go on... Start~ " No... Why. Why would he ever beg for this disgusting act of... of... Scott didn't even know what to describe this as anymore! Revolting? Yeah. That sounds about right. Never. Never ever will he EVER beg for this... But too late, did Scott notice that he was already moaning and leaning into every touch. While he didn't vocally beg, his body was doing it... he knew that himself and he hated himself more for it. Jonathan's hands ghosted over Scott's hard member, teasing the poor boy who whined. He felt like he was going to burst from all the unwanted pleasure- But just like that. It stopped. And it hurt when it stopped. Scott needed release from this hell and tears were flowing once again, like it often did. Beg... Or it'll keep going... But if he begs... doesn't that mean he's been completely broken? Who cares... It just has to stop... " ... P-Please... " He mumbled, staring at the table. He couldn't look the blond in the eye for this... it would be impossible for Scott. Jonathan hummed as he waited for him to continue. " ... P-Please continue... t-touching me... " His meek voice spoke. His own words were all Scott heard ringing in his head. He was ashamed... Humiliated... He hated himself with a passion. Then he felt Jonathan gently press his own member against Scott's entrance. Teasing for only a moment before pushing right in. Unwanted pleasure washed over the little boy's body as he cried out in both pleasure and frustration. He could feel every thrust, was aware of every movement! And it drove him crazy... Scott was moaning out. He knew it. His body loved it but he HATED it... hate hate hate- Why does this have to happen?? What did he do to deserve this?! His body was jerking and twitching. His member was leaking 'pre-cum' as Scott learned was what you called it... It felt so good but it shouldn't! It shouldn't feel this good... " You're really tightening, Pretty Boy...~ " Jonathan chuckled. " You enjoyin' this? Getting close~? " Scott just nodded. He wanted this to end... " Good... Go on...~ let it all go. " He whined and huffed. Trying to relax. Then- all at once, the pleasure was released and Scott saw stars. He moaned out helplessly as he felt one last deep thrust before the hot cum was spurted inside once again. Like so many other times. " Hah...~ gonna miss ya...~ " The young boy panted, lying on the table as he barely noticed his clothing being slipped on. A clicking sound and Jonathan was gone... Scott laid there longer... it took a bit before he regained his senses and everything was crashing down at once... He screamed out in frustration. How- How- How the heck could this happen?! Why was he like this- WHAT DID HE DO TO DESERVE ANY OF THIS?!  Scott growled and sobbed as he got up. Not bothering to hide any tears as he stomped out of the closet. Brushing past something- someone purple. It didn't matter. He didn't care. He just wanted to end it ALL. Heck! Maybe with all the medicine his dad has at home, he could take it and just fall asleep! Never wake up and just STAY. AWAY. From this NIGHTMARE. Yeah. That sounds GOOD.   Chapter End Notes Eyyyyy- Dat was painful to write! ***** Hold the Phone ***** Scott stared at the comic books in his room. It was weekend now and the new school awaits tomorrow. He'd already tried killing himself as painless as possible. No blood... He forced himself to take pills. Medicine from his father. Hoping for an overdose. But no. It didn't work. He just got sick... Recovering weeks later. Much to his irritation. While he refused to die whilst shedding blood, he still didn't mind cutting at his own skin. It hurt. Stung. Burnt. But he didn't care. Scott was convinced that he deserved this. For being helpless... Weak... A failure... But he couldn't show that around. His sister would raise questions. The only person he truely cared for anymore... So he put on bandages on his hands, arms, chest- claiming it would look cool. Like a superhero who's been through much. Superhero... him... Hah. What a joke... Jonathan was in that school he was going to... his father didn't care that Scott begged not to be sent there. And his sister's grades weren't good enough for that school. So he'd be alone again. No... He can't take that torture again. It would break him further... The young boy looked around. There must be something he can do before going to that school. Something that could throw Jonathan off so he wouldn't be recognised. Then something caught Scott's eye. A red phone...? Yes, the family phone. His father was too lazy to throw it away as it hasn't worked for years now... Maybe Scott can use that? He picked it up and brought it to his bed. Walking out only to grab some of his father's tools. He... he'll just hide his face. Hide it until he's ready to come out. Scott wasn't sure when that would happen... =============================================================================== People were staring. Scott knew that. After all, a phone head isn't normal. Some made fun of him and some didn't even try to talk to him, thinking he was insane or weird. While the staring made him feel uncomfortable... it was... Nice. They couldn't see his face. They didn't know who he was. All they knew, was that he was the kid with a phone for a head. The Phone Guy. Jonathan didn't seem to realise it was Scott either. Which was a relief. The boy had stopped wearing dresses, opting for his normal clothes. This school had no uniform policy thing, so he wore a T-Shirt over a long arm shirt. Simple clothing. Scott felt more... confident with the phone. Nobody knew his face, could see his expression or his eyes. Often they'd stare at the dial pad. So it looked like they were staring down. Not in his eyes. It was comforting to just know that... He spoke his mind and nobody would notice if he was embarassed or not. He'd sometimes be a smartass or an asshole. Not feeling any fear. After all, the worse these kids would do is push him around. And it would be hard to do that. His physical strength may be wimpy, but they didn't know. And he had grown a lot too. His grades were getting better! T'was looking up. Heck, he was in a class near another boy's. He was tinted purple, but Scott didn't mind. Afterall, he himself wore a phone for a head. And he could have sworn that the boy winked at him atleast once! But as far as Scott knew, it was the boy's last school year. So it wouldn't be long until the cute grape was gone. A shame... Scott walked over to his locker one day. Only to be pushed against the wall. He yelped and glared, turning towards the person who'd do that- only to see Jonathan. Wouldn't he be in his last year too? " Heya, Phone head. " The boy squinted. Jonathan was only a head taller than him... " Oh, that's new. What creative ideas do you have, ya overgrown diminutive cretin? " The tall boy blinked. He seemed confused. " What? Can't understand big words? Aw, that's sad. Your father may be able to swindel you through school as the Principal, but that still doesn't get you any brain. " Scott chuckled as Jonathan looked enraged. Oh, boy. This was fun. And he was all alone too. Wonder where his two buddies went...?  Who cares. Scott felt proud of himself. He just insulted Jonathan! And he wasn't beaten up! Yet... His moment of triumph only lasted a moment before he was grabbed by the hem of his shirt. Thrown to the ground as he was practically pushed to a smaller form. Being frail, it wasn't easy to fight back and next thing Scott knew... he was stuffed into a locker. " What- " He heard a click... Did... Jonathan lock him inside?! He could see the taller boy's middle finger before he left. Nobody seemed to bother with helping Scott. Leaving him inside as the bell rung. The hall seemed empty and his sight was limited. " ... Goddamn it. " Scott groaned and facepalmed. Or rather- phonepalmed. Wonderful first day of school~! He sat in the locker for what felt like hours. Then heard a click and the door was opened. He fell out and landed onto the ground. Groaning as he got up and stretched his limps. Phew. Feels good to stretch. Scott turned his head to see who let him out... It was the purple boy. White pupils stared at him as a big grin stayed on his face. The phone headed male now noticed he was taller than the purple eye- candy... He had the urge to flirt but... He couldn't bring himself to. Scott hoped the other wouldn't flirt either. He could land in cardiac arrest! They stared at eachother in silence. Then the boy wordlessly brushed past Scott. The taller didn't notice until after he was alone that his heart was racing. Oh, dear... Well. It's only a crush and he doubted he'd meet the purple male after school. What was the boy's name? Ah, if only he asked. But the purple boy was older than Scott. He wasn't sure if it would work out anyway. How old was he? Seventeen, maybe? By the time Scott's eighteen, he'd be like... twenty four. He'd never fall for a nerd like Scott anyway- Ugh! What was he thinking! He didn't even know if the boy liked girls or not! The probability that the purple boy would fall for Scott is like... Let's see the math... A 1 in 43 chance! Still unlikely... Too bad...  Scott decided to hurry to class before he came too late. Seems Jonathan is still going to be a problem for him... Just think like Luna... Look at the bright side! Nobody really knows him... He may get bullied because of the phone head, but it's better than the other option of being tortured and tormented... Right? =============================================================================== Mistakes had been made. No, not the phone head idea. That was a marvelous idea! It worked perfectly! The mistake that had been made was trying to sip some of Scott's father's drinks. Alcohol. Now the phone headed boy was being hunted by his father carrying a shotgun. Luna helped him a bit by opening the window for him. He jumped out of his window which was on the second floor. Fate never seems to let him die, eh? The tree branches slapping against his body broke his fall a bit and he landed on the ground. Everything hurt... But he was alive. Ugh... Why can't life give him a break and let him die... His father slammed the door open, Luna held the gun so Scott wouldn't get shot in the leg or something. His father yelled out in anger. " Don't you dare come back home today!! " So he's free to go home tomorrow. But for today, he needs to find a new place to sleep at. The door was shut again and Scott got up. Pain. Lots of aching pain... Doesn't matter. He's used to it. And has been through worse.  Scott was wandering around until he got to the city. Looking around until someone bumped into him. " Ah?? " Scott stood his ground as whoever bumped into him fell to the ground. A girl who seems to be about his age. Maybe a bit older? She wore glasses and blond hair. So blond, it was practically white with her blue-grayish eyes. " Ow... " The girl looked up at Scott and blinked. " ... WOAH! A PHONE FOR A HEAD?? " she giggled and got up. " Hi! " Scott awkwardly waved. Tilting his head... " I've never seen you around here! I would remember a phone! " " I don't go out often. " He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his pants. " Huh... Well you do seem rather pale, pal. " He did? He looked at his hands. Only his fingers could be seen and they were indeed white. Very white, like bones. " Whatcha doin' here?? " Why lie? There was no reason to anyways. " My dad threw me out and I'm wandering around. Maybe die outside if I don't find a place to stay. " He shrugged. The girl's smile turned into a frown before brightening up again and gently grabbing his hand. Leading him away. " E-Eh?? " " C'mon! I know the best place in the city! " She was practically skipping... " My name's Mojacha, by the way! " She winked and brought him to a shop. " What's your name, Phone Guy? " ... Heh. He liked that nickname. Sounded... Funny? Yeah. " Scott. Nice to meet you, Mojacha. " He couldn't help but smile. She was energetic like his sister... But also... a bit different. She came to a stop infront of a restaraunt. " Uh... Fazbear's Pizza? Really? " " We're just gonna grab you something to eat here. Afterwards, it's off to the best shop ever made! My dad owns it and when I'm grown up, I'll own it! " She grinned and pulled him inside. Did he look starved? He'd never noticed that before... The place was colorful... It looked nice! Animatronics were preforming- He liked it here. " Arr...! Greetings, mate! " Scott blinked as he watched a boy walk over to the fox animatronic... Wasn't that... Foxy? Huh... He was always his favorite. Different from the others... Pirates are cooler than normal people! The girl went to the counter and spoke to the man there. So, Scott decided to look around a bit. Someone jumped out from some curtains near Scott, yelling 'Boo!' and practically giving the poor phone headed boy a heart attack. " O-Oh! You're not Mojacha... " He glared at this new boy who decided to try and scare him. He seemed rather young. Baby blue eyes and a grin on his face. His hair was fluffy and reminded Scott of a sheep. The boy was much shorter and the phone head reckoned that he was about seven years younger. " Phone head... hah! Creative! I love it! "  " Ollie! " The boy was smacked over the head. It was Mojacha who attacked, carrying a box with what Scott presumed was pizza. " Don't scare my new friend like that! " The boy blinked before staring at Scott and smiling. " Oh! Hi! My name is Ollie. But I prefer Oliver, honestly. " The phone headed boy stared... " And you are-? " " His name is Scott! " Mojacha interjected before he could say anything. " He's coming with us to the shop! " Scott watched the two talk silently. They both had these bright perks. Smiling... It was hard not to smile infront of these two- Wait... Did she say... friend? He's her friend...? " Well, a friend of Mojacha is a friend of mine! Nice to meet ya, Scott! "  He's BOTH of their friends?? That's new... He didn't even know these two for too long and he's already friends? Wow... He didn't mind. " Scott... " He looked at Mojacha who had a smirk on her face. " Have you ever heard of... Dungeons and Dragons? " No. No he hasn't... But Scott had the feeling he'd learn soon. =============================================================================== Laughter. Scott laughed as the three played together. He played a Halfling Rogue while Mojacha played a Gnome Warlock. Oliver was playing a Dwarf Barbarian... This was fun. Mojacha's father was being the Dungeon master. The lore was interesting! The characters, the games- The store they were in was fantastic. It was small, but apparently they planned to make it bigger. It was called Brave New World. If Scott could, he'd love to just live here...  But it was getting late and as fun as this day was... He knew it couldn't last. He was about to get up when Mojacha spoke. " So! Scott! Wanna sleepover in the store?? " Scott froze and stared at Mojacha. His eyes were sparkling under the phone as he rose a brow. " Don't worry! Dad is fine with my friends staying here when they've got nothing to do! You can read some books here and all! It'll be fun! " It will be. Scott knew that. And he was trying his best not to squeal. " Whaddya say? Wanna stay here?? " He swallowed his squealing down and nodded. " Alright! Awesome! " Scott had two new friends... And he was happy... It's been so long since he's been this happy!  As the shop was locked up, he looked around for any books. Finding some comic books too, which he could read. One hinted at Spideypool. Ship it. With his life. ***** Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza ***** Chapter Summary There are lots of time-skips in this fanfic, eh? Years had past... Scott's grades were good, but far from the best. He was often a bit busy getting beaten up. Jonathan somehow convinced his dad, the Principal... to let him stay a few years. And of course, with bullying came curiousity. What's under the phone? Well. It didn't last long until even the blonde found out who he was. And the torture that happened when he was younger had started all over again. The male hadn't seen Jonathan since he graduated. Thank god, too. While Mojacha had offered him a job at her shop which she now owned since her father died... he declined. He didn't want to rely on his friends and be a bother. So here he stood. At Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. He took a deep breath before walking inside. His grades were good enough for this job! He knows it! Just... hopefully they aren't too bothered by the phone head. Yes, he still wore the phone. Scott began to always feel nervous and self-concious without the phone on. Stuttering and always looking flustered. Plus, he was terribly pale. You could say he looked like he was allergic to sleep... He felt broken and useless. Not a hint of bravery without his phone. Know Soul Eater? Crona? Yeah, the resemblence in the face is sorta uncanny. The phone was great, really. He liked the phone. It masked a thousand emotions. Walking in, he had bumped into a specific person. What the...? He was tinted purple. The male seemed... familiar. But Scott was still a head taller. The purple man infront of him stared in slight anger, then shock- before grinning. " Ah... hello, there...~" ... Something was weird about that tone. " What's your name...? " He asked, holding a hand out for Scott to shake. He did. " My name's Scott. Scott Cawthon. Nice to meet you, Mr...? " " Bishop. Vincent Bishop. " Ah, neat name. Maybe he could use it sometime... The phone-headed man nodded as he soon walked past Vincent. He could feel him staring... why was he so nervous? It was like... a killer stared into his soul... ... Whatever. Don't think about it! He's here for the job, not some guy. And he's going to work hard for it. =============================================================================== He got the job. First night. Catastrophe. These fucking animatronics WANDER AROUND AT NIGHT?! What the heck?? Scott almost got a damn heart attack!! Curse his weak heart for existing...!  He was about to walk over to his boss and tell him he was getting THE FUCK outta here unless they atleast got more batteries to power the damn doors! But the boss... She seemed overjoyed. She mentioned gettin other night guards soon. He just has to survive another night and soon, there'll be another guard. And well... She's short. She looks like a child. It's adorable, really. How could Scott say no? Meanwhile, he knew what Vincent was about. Flirt, tease and... OBNOXIOUS. It just made Scott feel uncomfortable. He even knew when Scott felt flustered. When he blushed under the mask! Creepy! But hey. Once another night guard is here... It'll all be fine. " Oh, yeah. Can you also record some messenges? " The phone-headed nerd rose a brow. " Y'know. Tutorials on how to survive. You're pretty good at it! Maybe you can teach others and save them. Kinda like an unsung superhero! " " Hm... I could do that! Do I get a cool name or something? " His boss tapped her chin, thinking a bit before grabbing a name tag and writing on it. She gave it to him. " ... PG? " " Phone Guy~! " " ... " She was doing the jazz hands. " ... I wanna quit- " " Oh, come on! I'll even give ya a raise! " Scott shook his head, chuckling. " Bah. " His boss stuck her tongue out before gesturing him to shoo. " Go on! Meet any new employee's! Maybe you can make some friends! I've got a girlfriend to make flustered~! " He smiled. She's got a girlfriend, hm? How sweet...! Turning around, he walked out. Phone Guy... Alright, doesn't have a bad ring to it. ... Scott cringed at the pun. " Well... Off to work, then! " Scott's the Phone Guy. Try to mask your emotions and don't let anyone know how you feel. Or they'll stab you in the back! Scott nodded. But it's kinda hard to do that with a Vincent leaning onto you and licking the part of the phone where your cheek would be. " GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU OVERGROWN GRAPE!! " What a womderful job. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!