His Little Game (Vincent x Reader) FNaF

Chapter Eight - Worst Day Ever

His grip wouldn't loosen. You were stuck.

"Freddy! Let me go! What are you thinking!" You yelled.

"Oh, dear Y/N. Such a shame you got stuck here after midnight, hm?" Freddy said calmly.

"W-what are you going to do to us?"
"Just what happened to us."

"W-what happened to y-you?"

"You will find out."

"What happened to Scott?"

"I told you. Just what happened to us."

This was getting too creepy for your liking. You tried to break free, but you didn't succeed. Damn that robotic strength.

Screams. All you heard were screams. Specifically Vincent's. You were led into a slightly dark room with two robotic "shells" - Freddy and Foxy. You were forced to watch Vincent be shoved inside of the Freddy suit. It killed you inside to see him like that. By some miracle, Bonnie forgot to put the head on Vincent's suit. He survived. You hoped so, anyway.

Now it was your turn. Freddy dragged you towards the empty Foxy suit. Looking inside of it, you realized it wasn't empty. It was full of wires and gears. Bonnie came up behind Freddy.

"I'll take care of this one, Fred. You try to get Mike." Bonnie said.

"Good idea, Bonnie. Thanks for taking over." Freddy replied.

You were trembling in fear. Why were they doing this? "

Well well well, if it isn't Mrs. 87. Nice to see you again. Such bad timing though." Bonnie said, pushing you closer to the suit. You tried to push away. "Now Now, Y/N. Don't struggle. This will only hurt a little, alright?"

You didn't care what he said. You would only struggle more, but with no result. Chica opened the suit, revealing the wires and gears. Bonnie grabbed your arm and put it against the wires, then slammed that part of the suit closed with a loud crack. You screamed in pain, just before everything went black.

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You woke up to a bright light. You blinked a bit and tried to get used to the lights. It took a while, but you soon realized that is wasn't heaven you were seeing, it was a hospital. You survived.

You tried to get up from the bed, but pain shot through your entire body. Why did your legs hurt if you only remember your arm getting crushed? You gained the strength to look down at your arm. Right before you lifted the blanket, a doctor came in, followed by Mike.

"Hello, Ms. Y/N. I'm Dr. Lyra. How are you feeling?" She asked.

"Everything hurts...but other than that I'm good I guess."

"Well yes, you will feel some pain. I can come back with painkillers if you'd like?"

"Oh, yes please."

She left the room. Mike came over and sat next to the bed.

" Y/N...I'm so sorry... T-this shouldn't have happened. Not to you two. I should be been the one to go after him, not you."

"Is he okay, Mike?"

He shook his head. "Y/N, I-I don't know. Nobody knows. We can't see him."

"Well that sucks."

You sat in silence for a while. Then you remembered your arm. "Mike, did she tell you what's wrong with my arm?"

"No."

"Only one way to find out..." You thought. You lifted the blanket, only to see your arm. Your broken, bruised, busted, bloody arm.

"Y-Y/N I'm so, so sorry..." He whispered in shock.

"It's not your fault, Mike. I should've believed you." You looked up at him. He was crying.

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"Okay Y/N, you are good to go." The doctor said, fixing your cast.

"Thanks." You responded.

"Is Vincent okay?" Mike cut in.

"He's stable as of now. I can let you see him if you'd like?"

"What room number?"

"1436."

"Thank you."

You and Mike bolted out the door, and down the hall to Vincent's room. You were in room 1398, so he wasn't that far away.

"Ready Y/N?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

Mike opened the door. You held your breath as you walked in. And sure enough, there Vincent was.

He looked terrible. His head was a darker shade of purple from the bruises. He had cuts and casts all over his body. He was still asleep.

"Vincent..." You whispered in shock. Mike had his hand over his mouth. You sat in the chair next to him.

"I'm so sorry..." Mike said.

"Get out. Leave us alone. Haven't you done enough?" You shot at him.

"Y-Y/N I didn't mean any of this..."

"Get out."

"But Y/N..."

"Get. Out."

Mike looked down and slipped out of the room. That's when you cried and cried.