Purple Rain (Vincent X Reader)

A New Animatronic?

I raised out of bed groggily. I struggled to open my eyes and rolled out of bed. As I placed my feet on the warm carpet, pain flooded over my body. Damn, I'm still sore. I mentally cursed. My father did a number on me.

I dug through my bad, searching for socks, which I accomplished, and slid on to protect my feet from the cold hardwood hallway. The house was silent as a mouse, so I decided to do a little looking around.

First I looked around the upstairs, nothing notable, just nice bedrooms and clean bathrooms, including the room with Vincent in it behind a tightly closed door. Downstairs was a bit more interesting. It consisted of a nice, large kitchen with a small dining table. One room over was the dining room with a larger table to fit six people, this leads us into the entertainment room, a large piano sat in the corner accompanied by the theatre seats and coffee tables and the center of the room. I cross the house, through the living room, and into an office.

The room smelled of lavender incense. Papers were scattered among the large corner desk. It was a mess. There's was water, or possibly tear, stains on the desk and papers. Every paper was crumbled by one. Upon further inspection, it was a blueprint for an animatronic titled "Baby". She was adorable, but there was some strange part in her stomach.

Just then Vincent's hand lay on my shoulders. I jumped. 

"You don't want to look at that love~" He whispered, snatching the plans from my hands.

"What is she for? Why are you creating more death traps? What's in her stomach?"

"She's for my daughter, her stomach is not important, it's just necessary mechanics." He said in a harsh tone, seemingly angry.

I backed off the subject but he didn't seem to want to.

"We're opening a new restaurant, Circus Baby's."

I nodded. Just then my stomach growled. It was breakfast time, then I needed to get ready for work.

"I need to eat before work Vinny."

"Oh, yeah work. I'm not going to be there today, neither is your boss Henry. We've got to open Baby's today. Scott's in charge for the day."

I nodded again. "Ok. Can I eat now?" I laughed. "Good luck Vinny."

"Thank you y/n." He stepped out of the doorway for me.

The rest of the day droned on. Nothing particularly interesting happened at work. It was a day full of annoying children and being stuck in my head.

Without being next to Vinny I felt completely alone. I had a bad feeling about the opening of the new restaurant and it was gut-wrenching.

Upon break, I decided to explore as Boss wouldn't be there for the whole day and Scott was too busy with paperwork. 

The one-room I had never explored was the backroom. Scott had told me stories on my nights with Mike and it drew my curiosity to it. It was a small door, flush with the wall, in the east hallway.

I carefully approached the room, pushing open the surprisingly unlocked door. It stunk. A horrible, rotting smell, filled my nostrils. It was putrid. I almost gagged at the smell. It made me want to throw up. 

I reached to my right and ran my hand along the wall, finally feeling the light switch, I flipped it on. I was greeted by the site of three animatronics. A golden bear, who I assumed was Fredbear, covered in bloodstains. A golden Rabbit, similar to bonnie, ripped and torn with a layer of dirt that turned it a green color. And finally, a puppet. She was quite scary and gave me a feeling that made my heart drops to my ass. She was bad news.

Something drew me further in, I closed the door behind me. I slowly wandered further into the room. 

I began to feel my eyes leak. Poor Vincent. His son died to that creature. I feel horrible for him.

I was quickly cut out of my thoughts by a tender voice. 

"Please don't cry y/n... It's ok. He's not who you think."

I stopped crying. My heart began to pound. Who said that?

"Call me marionette. My real name is Charolette."

I got up and ran. I threw the door open and sprinted. I wasn't fucking with that.

I slammed the door behind me and caught my breath, leaning against the wall. 
After some time I slowly returned to my station, deciding I was just being paranoid and it was just my imagination. However, one phrase stuck with me. 

"He's not who you think."