Final chapter!
BLOOD WARNING! THERE IS BLOOD IN THIS CHAPTER! Not much, but I thought I'd say in advance for those of you that don't like it :)
(Freddy's POV)
Once Y/N left, I was terrified of what would commence in front of me. When Vincent and Kyle pulled out their knives, I knew someone was going to die today. And there was a chance, a small chance, it could be me. I couldn't take that chance. I couldn't die again. I ran to backstage, moved around Bonnie, who was still on the floor, his back still open. I shivered at the sight, but continued on.
I finally reached the curtain and peeked my head out. Vincent and Kyle were yelling at eachother. Vincent was saying how he isn't afraid to kill Kyle, and Kyle was saying how he was going to win the fight. I'd say it's a fairly even match: They both have their pros and cons. Vincent has experience, but he's not as strong as Kyle. Kyle is stronger than Vincent, but I don't think he's ever used a knife. I didn't want to watch, but I was eager to see who would win, so I just peeked out the side of the curtain and watched the fight.
(Narrators POV)
Kyle stepped forward towards Vincent and chuckled.
"What have we gotten ourselves into here, Vince? Why don't we just drop the knives and call this off. Its not n-"
"No, Kyle. I've had enough of your bullshit. We're not calling this off." Vincent said, Shoving Kyle away from him. "Now let's go."
Kyle lunged at Vincent, but Vincent ran to the left before he got to him. Kyle fell to the ground, and Vincent held him on the ground, putting his knife against Kyle's throat.
"That was quick," Vincent chuckled. "But it's no fun when you don't have a challenge." He finished, taking the knife from his throat and pulling him up. Kyle laughed.
"It could've ended there, you know."
"Like I said, a fights more fun with a challenge. And you sir are definitely, no way in hell, a challenge." Vincent snickered.
"Now we begin. Whoever goes down is the looser. Looser gets killed." Kyle sighed.
"You're on. Let's begin."
/^\^/^\^/^\^/^\^/^\^/^\
Their fight was long and grueling. For at least an hour, they would go back and forth; Vincent would be close to the kill, then Kyle shot back and did the same.
"Look, Vince, this is going to go on for a while. We should just sto-"
Vincent took this opportunity to kick Kyle in the leg, making him fall to the ground, groaning in pain. Vincent kicked him in the chest repeatedly, making Kyle squeal in pain.
"Please Vincent, Vincent please don't kill me! You wouldn't kill your brother, would you?"
"Not my rules. You're the one that said who goes down gets killed."
Kyle closed his eyes and sighed. "What about Lilac? You know she looks up to me."
"Lilac can manage."
"Do I get a last phone call?" He asked nervously.
"No. Bye, Kyle." Vincent snarled, raising his knife to his chest.
"Wait! Can I at least get a last few words?"
Vincent looked annoyed. "Fine. Make it quick."
Kyle nervously spoke. "I, um, j-just wanted to say that you've been a great brother. Untill now."
Vincent chuckled at that.
"B-but I'm going to miss you. A lot. And I'm sorry for all of this."
"You started all of this! You wanted me killed, Kyle. You're a son of a bitch and you deserve to die." Vincent growled.
"I know. But you've got to give me a chance here, Vince. I'll change, I promise! Just please, give me a chance. I'll never do this again!"
"I've given you two chances before this. I'm not giving you more. Not after mom died." Vincent snarled angrily.
"This isn't about mom... Don't bring her into this, Vince."
"Well, you're gonna see mom real soon, Ky. Don't you worry." Vincent chuckled and stretched a maniacs grin.
"V-Vincent, please... I'll Change. I promise." Kyle pleaded, tears in his eyes.
"Too late!" Vincent yelled.
He slammed the knife into Kyle's chest. Kyle was in shock.
"V-Vincent... W-Why...?"
Kyle went limp, blood oozing from his chest. Vincent slowly pulled the blood covered knife out of Kyle and smiled, wiping it on his own clothes, and walked out of the building to the car.
(Your POV)
You saw Vincent come out of the building with blood on his shirt, and you knew what had happened. He got in the drivers seat.
"Took you long enough..." you mumbled.
"You're not mad?"
"Nope."
"Fantastic. Makes this twice as good."
He leaned over to you and kissed you. You were hesitant at first, but quickly embraced in the kiss.
Before he pulled away, you were caught thinking.
In the beginning, he pretended not to like you. Just to make you fall for him even more.
That was his game.
And he had won.
He won the game, and your heart.
He pulled away slowly. You both were out of breath. Vincent was the first to speak.
"Where to, teamie?"
A/N
Final chapter! This book was so much fun to write. I plan to make another x reader soon! I hope you all enjoyed this story. As of right now, All 11.5 thousand of y'all! I'm kinda bummed this is over, but I'm gonna make more stories, uh huh! I'll post a chapter on here telling when my new X Reader is posted. Yes, it will be a FNaF X Reader. You're just going to have to wait and see who it's about:) So I guess I'll end this here! Bye for now, my Sandwich Turtles! Thanks for sticking with me through the speed bumps in this story! Love y'all
With love,
-Kita
YOU ARE READING
His Little Game (Vincent x Reader) FNaF
Fanfiction(Y/N) Got a job at Fazbear's Pizza for the summer. She meets a man with the name of Vincent on her first day. They form a strange relationship together, and go through a lot together. His secret, their strange love, and a night that twists their lif...
