Yandere! FNAF x Reader

Yandere! Vincent x Reader

(A/N This is gonna be easy to write since I sorta know how Vincent acts . . . .)

*Outdated meme warning lol,,, I wrote this in 2015*

* Sorry for any mistakes *

You picked the tablet once again, checking all the places throughout the pizzeria to make sure everyone was in place, and surprisingly they were. "That's odd .  . . ." You mumbled, looking at the time that read 4AM. "Might as well try to look for some food or-"

Noise were heard from the vents, the sounds getting closer and closer. You looked at the camera, seeing a purple man crawling closer to you. That phone dude never told me about this . . . . You thought, panicking while not knowing what to do about this situation. But soon you saw a purple hand come out of the vent, sending shivers down your spine and surely you thought of running out of the pizzeria and never come back, but you heard a deep sigh of frustration. "Stupid bunny, telling me this was a quicker way of getting to [Name], should've listen to the chicken and just walk my way into the room, BUT NOOOOO! You had to listen to the bunny and now your stuck in the vents!" The purple man grumbled, scolding himself about everything he's done in life.

"Y-You need help?" You asked softly, setting the camera down on the desk, walking over to the right vent and bending down to its height.

"OH GAWD SHE'S TO ME!!" He shrieked, pulling hands back inside the vent making a few loud noises. "NOT NOW PLEASE!"

My hand reached to the button that shone a light into the vents, pressing it lightly as it then revealed the purple man covering his nose with one hand (most likely he had a nose bleed) and the other holding his crotch. He noticed me, trying to do a pose to make it look like nothing happened. "Hey there~" The purple man said, taking his hand of his nose and waiting for me to grab it and shake it. But I simply turned pushed the button again, getting up and walking back to my seat, picking up the camera thing. "Oh, don't play hard beautiful~" He said, making you slightly blush.

"I-I'm trying to do my j-job so can you please go away?" You asked, not knowing why you were stuttering.

"[NAME]!" You heard a voice call out, running towards the door behind you. "Sorry, I slept in . . . ."

You turned around, looking at Mike with a smile. Maybe he could help you with the dude in the vent. "Hey, um . . . . do you happen to know a purple guy?"
"BACK OFF MIKE! SHE'S MINE!" The purple man yelled from the vent, making a lot of noises. (A/N If you know what I mean :3)
"Please tell me that isn't Vincent?" Mike pleaded, face palming his face so hard, leaving a hand imprint.
"Vincent?" You asked, tilting your head to the right slightly.

"SHE SAID MY NAME!" He yelled, softly moaning. "NOT NOW PLEASE! OH GAWD THE NOSE BLEED IS COMING BACK TO ME!"

"I'll take care of this [Name]!" Mike said, patting your head before walking over to the vent. "Vince, get out of there."
"Haven't you noticed that I'm stuck in a vent you moron?"
"I'll help you then."
"Really?" Vincent grinned, knowing it was his perfect chance to kill his victim, until he felt a pain of sensation on his face. "MY NOSE BLEED IS TWICE AS WORSE NOW!"
Mike kicked him again, shoving him farther away from the office.

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(Now, I'm gonna use 'I' and stuff cause I'm getting a little lazy)

I laid on my bed, staring up at the ceiling while hearing my dad smash something down stairs again, causing as much mess as possible to make me come down there to clean it up, after he hits me once or twice, or maybe even more then I thought. My bedroom door opened, my father stepping in with a glass of wine in his hand. "Did you get paid?" He asked firmly, tapping his foot impatient.

I hesitated before answering. "I-It's Wednesday, I-I get p-paid on F-Friday . . . . ." I stuttered, getting up from my bed, making sure to make eye contact.
He sighed, throwing the glass of wine at me, but I ducked and it hit the wall instead. "You're the cause of your own mothers death! WHY DO YOU EVEN EXIST?!" He walked in front me, raising his hand up to slap me while I tried to shield myself, closing my eyes in the process of not wanting to face him. Every Time I work, he wastes it on stupid stuff like wine or beer. I can't even talk back without fearing he would hit me, no one could possibly help me with this situation.

(A/N I just made this so depressing, wtf?)

~ LETS PRETEND YOU OPENED YOUR EYES AND SAW YOUR FATHER ON THE GROUND DEAD AND VINCENT WAS STANDING IN FRONT OF YOUUUU ~

"W-What are you . . . . . ?" I asked, looking at him in confusion. "W-Why . . . ."

"No one will hurt my only true love~" He said chuckling, cupping my cheeks with his hands. "I love you so much [Name], do you love me?"
The question he asked confused me even more. We just met today, I didn't even possibly develop any feelings for him at all.
"N-No, we just met today!" I stated, pushing him away from me harshly.
"I've been watching out for you for years though, everyone who got in my way was eliminated. I did this just for we can be together . . . . forever."

Fear started to flood inside my body, as I looked at the crazy boy walking towards me. "G-Get away from me!" I shouted, not bothering to back away due to my bed being behind me.
"I DID THIS JUST FOR US!!" He said, somehow hugging me tightly when I was lost in thought. "I wanted you so bad, everyday I thought of me hugging you just like this . . . . I need you [Name], I NEED YOU SO MUCH!"

(A/N Vincent, calm the fuck down plz)

Vincent pinned you onto the bed, leaning close to your ear. "You're only mine now, [Name]~"

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A/N Ayeeee, this is my first '___ x Reader' anndddd 'Yandere x Reader' story! I FEEL SO PROUD RIGHT NOW! So sorry if this sucks, I'm still trying to learn how to write these kinds of things . . . .
So yeah, hehe! BYEZ

~ Pikachu

Other ending:

I kicked Vincent in the crotch, using my foot to get him off of me. Now is my chance! I thought, getting off the bed, running to the door until I spotted what he was wearing.

"Hey Vince . . ."

He looked up to face me, blushing slightly as he panted. "W-What . . . . ."

I pointed at his shoes, giving them some kind of look. "WHAT ARE THOSEEEEEE!!"

(Sorry not sorry!)