Oh, the joys of being a day guard for Freddy Fazebear's Pizzeria... said literally no one ever. Yes, you were a day guard for the dreaded establishment. That meant your job consisted of keeping an eye on loud, obnoxious, whiny, snot-nosed children, breaking up fights between parents and employees, and making sure everyone had left the building by midnight. Of course, your job could always be worse. You could be the night guard. Now that really would suck. The animatronics were creepy enough during the day. Having to keep an eye on them at night while they free roamed around the building and, according to rumor, tried to break into your office? No thanks! They can keep the crazy. You're pulling your hair out in fistfuls already.
Granted, there was one advantage to working as a day guard. Thanks to your “lovely” occupation, you got to see a lot of Vincent. Vincent just happened to be a very tall, flirtatious male with purple skin, violet eyes, and long purple hair that was always tied back in a ponytail. Honestly, the guy's hair was longer than half the women's. But seriously, everything about this guy, from his uniform to his handsome features, was purple.
The day you began working at Freddy's was the day you met Vincent. Granted, you didn't have to try hard to get to know him. He practically threw himself at you. You didn't know if they guy was a perv or what but he creeped you out to no end and seemed a little too interested in you. You had felt eyes staring at you literally all day but you didn't figure out whose they were till your shift was over. You were in the locker room packing up your things when you heard a smooth chuckle coming from behind you. Seeing as you had thought you were the last person there, you were definitely freaked out. You whirled around and came face to face, nose to nose practically, with the purple man. You yelped in surprise and stumbled backwards, a hint of a blush crawling up your face. The man smirked at you, a dangerously playful glint to his eyes.
You gulped nervously and stuttered out, “W-who a-are you?”
The man's smirk changed into a wide grin and he said, “My name, sweet (y/n), is Vincent. I am a day guard here, like you.” He took a step closer to you, grasping your chin between his thumb and index finger. “And seeing you up close, it's no wonder I couldn't take my eyes off you.”
Your blush darkened significantly and you pulled your face out of his grasp. Taking a step back, you composed yourself and formally stuck your hand out for him to shake. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Vincent,” you spoke dryly.
Vincent seemed a little surprised for a moment. Apparently he wasn't used to such reactions. However, his wide smile quickly returned and he grasped your hand, purring, “The pleasure is all mine, my sweet.”
You quickly retracted your hand and said, “Now if you don't mind, Vincent, I was just leaving. Good night.”
You turned to grab your bag when you heard him step close behind you. He purred into your ear, “Good night, sweet (y/n). I look forward to seeing more of you.”
That was the most he tried to advance on you since. Not to say he didn't try again, many times, but he quickly realized you weren't going to fall for his smooth talking antics. After a short time, you two became good friends. Sure, he was still mega creepy, but he was also really funny and surprisingly sweet when he wanted to be. He was also very mysterious which you couldn't help but find interesting. It was like he had an entirely different sort of life you had no knowledge of. And flirty as he may have been, you couldn't help but find it adorable and kind of hilarious.
So when Valentine's Day rolled around, you decided to have a bit of fun of your own. See how he likes ridiculous amounts of flirting. Since you couldn't really do much while you were working, you decided you'd make your move once your shifts were over. You already had a whole night planned out and you were certain he'd be into it.
You waited till everyone else left and slowly packed your things, waiting for him to appear in the locker room as he always does. As expected, he appeared almost out of nowhere, his characteristic smile plastered widely on his face. His eyes seemed to sparkle brighter than usual which made you wonder if perhaps he knew something was up.
“Hello, sweet (y/n),” he greeted you in his typical flirty way.
This time, you flirted right back. You stepped closer to him till your faces were mere inches from touching and purred, “Hello, Vincent dear.”
His eyes widened in surprise making you have to work to suppress the giggles that were making their way up your throat. But as expected, he smirked widely and said, “You look beautiful today, my sweet.” He plucked a strand of your hair and began absentmindedly twirling it around his finger.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, smirking widely. “Not nearly as handsome as you are, Vincent.” 'Gosh, this is cheesy as hell. How does he do this?” you thought to yourself.
Vincent's smile fell and he placed his hands on your shoulders, gently pushing you away. “While I would typically welcome such advances, this is very abnormal for you, (y/n). Are you feeling all right?”
You finally released the laughter that had built up behind your lips. “Oh Vincent, I'm feeling wonderful!” You giggled at his perplexed, and somewhat scared, expression. “And now you know how the female employees feel when you flirt with them.”
He stared at you blankly before breaking out into a huge grin. “So you were just toying with me. I'll admit, you had me going for a minute there. Nicely done.”
“Actually, Vincent, not entirely.” He cocked his head to the side, intrigued, while you blushed softly and continued. “I know we usually just joke around and stuff, but honestly, Vincent... I kind of like you. And since today's Valentine's Day and all, I was wondering... will you be my valentine?” You glanced up at his face with pleading, hopeful eyes.
His smile turned warmer than you'd ever seen it and he wrapped you into a tight hug, pulling you against his chest. “I would love nothing more than to be your valentine, sweet (y/n).” That said, he gently grasped your chin and tilted your head up, pressing his lips to yours. After a few minutes, he pulled away and murmured, “You've no idea how long I've been wanting to do that.”
You smiled softly and laid your head against his chest. “I love you, Vincent.”
“I love you too, sweet (y/n).”
