Purple Rain (Vincent X Reader)

A New Shift

L/n=Last Name

Y/n=First name (Your name)

"Thanks for finishing the night shift, " Mike said with his usual nonchalant attitude. "I couldn't have done it without you. It's gonna be a drag this week now that you're on the day shift. "

I shuffled my feet on the gravel, kicking around a few stones. 

"It was no problem, really..."

"No problem? You could've died! Either way, you saved my ass when Foxy ran down that hallway. I was dead meat."

I giggled a bit, giving him a light-hearted smile. "I guess so... I'm gonna miss you, Mikey!"

"I'll miss you too."

I smiled and bid him farewell as I walked into the Fazbear Establishment.

It looks so much stranger in the daytime. Like a hybrid between cheer and unease. It was happy, but it didn't feel quite right. Like something hid beyond the tall, brightly colored walls. Something more than cheese and dried pizza sauce.

Lost in thought, I found myself bumping into something- or rather, someone.  A short, chubby guy, with ginger hair.

"I'm so sorry! I just wasn't paying attention and, and, and-" He cut me off.

"Don't worry! It happens. No harm no foul"

I smiled, glad to know there was a friendly face. "Thank you for being so understanding"

"No problem, it's my pleasure," He stuck out his hand. "Fritz, Fritz Smith, and you?"

"Y/n, y/n l/n" I grinned. Suddenly, all the fear I had about the new shift melted away. He was just so friendly and calming. Fritz seemed like such a genuinely kind and fun person. Like nothing could bring him down. Realizing that I was probably running out of time, I apologized to him one more and picked up the pace toward the costume room, where I had been told to meet the boss.

I entered the room and was immediately greeted by cigar smoke. He was a squat man, always smoking, with a temper to match. One wrong move and you got the boot. Except for Vincent. Even my mind hissed the name. Apparently, he had worked at the previous location before the sister location opened, Fredbear's Family Diner. He had been one of the founding members but stepped down due to Boss's excessive need for power. Of course, all this I had heard from Mike and there was no way of telling if it were true or not. I also heard a few not so delightful things about Vincent, like the word Pervert getting thrown around constantly.

I greeted Boss with my million dollar smile despite my need to gag at the smell of the smoke. There was little ventilation in the room so everything just sunk into the walls and floor while the door was closed.

"Good morning Boss!" I grinned

"Good morning y/n. Glad you transferred I take it?" He chuckled

My heart sank, remembering Mike. "Yup! Anything less deadly works for me." That couldn't be further from the truth. I'd rather be watching Mike. He was like a brother to me and I couldn't stand to know he got hurt and I couldn't do a thing about it.

Boss cut me out of thought by handing me my uniform.

"Go get changed," he said with that serious voice that always returned. I knew he couldn't be cheery for too long.

I grabbed my clothes and left, firmly shutting the door behind me. I left the room with a gasp for clean air. The room hurt, it felt like I had years of cancerous lung damage from just being in there for 3 minutes. I quickly B lined to the restrooms and immediately changed, walking out and realizing he had given me a size too small in men's. It fits tight, almost like a woman's size, other than the bust. It was too tight and the spaces between the buttons opened like nothing was there to hold them shut.

I sighed, digging through my purse for my emergency sowing kit. I pulled out a few Baby Pins and pinned the holes shut. Just then my stomach began to sink. I felt like I was being watched. The same kind of feeling I got from the costume room. That gut-wrenching feeling of impending doom that I knew too damn well.

I frantically glanced around the room. It was too early for customers- My eyes caught a glimpse of something purple. Was it Bonnie? No. roaming mode was off and he was returned to his spot on stage by Mike. Either way, this was a different shade. More violet than Bonnie's purple-blue.

My eyes dilated, focusing on the color. It was tall, but not as tall as those seven-foot animatronics. Probably a bit over six feet, but still enough to tower over me. As it drew closer I could recognize the figure. It was a person. His skin was stained purple and his hair, presumably dyed, was the same color just a small bit deeper. This must be Vincent.

"You should've kept it like that love, I liked it," He slyly spoke.