Vincent (Purple Guy)x Reader

Chapter 1

11:26 P.M

"Goodnight, mom. I'll see you tomorrow." I hugged her.

"Hopefully this job is the one for you. Stay safe."

I pulled away from her and hopped upstairs to change into my uniform. I grabbed my bag, phone, and keys and rushed outside to my motorbike.

Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria; a kid's place much like Chuck E. Cheese's, but not as widely known. It just recently re-opened and they needed a new night guard. 

I opened the door to the smallish restaurant and people were scrambling to leave . The last guy to leave showed me to office and left me with a very assuring "All yours. Good luck. You're gonna need it."

I sat down and saw that there was a message left for me. I pressed play and started flipping through the cameras.

Well the message sounded very helpful, but quite terrifying. I looked over at the empty animatronic head and a chill ran down my spine.

12:00 A.M.

I was flipping through the cameras when the lights blinked out. I scrambled to put on the head and tensed up. I shut my eyes in utter fear.

"Oh my God! I'm not going to hurt you." The head was taken off. I opened my eyes to see that the lights were on again and a guy in the office looking at me.

His arms were folded and he was leaning up against the wall. He had brown hair and was really pale. He had extremely light blue eyes and was also wearing a security uniform just like mine.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"And why should I tell you?"

"Because I asked and any respecting human would answer a question as simple as 'What is your name?'."

"I'll tell you, if you tell me yours."

"Fair enough. I'm Vincent." He walked up to the desk and leaned on it with his hands just inches from mine. "... and you are?"

"(f/n)."

"There! Now was that so hard?"

"Now can you tell me your purpose of being here?"

"Oh, I'm just here to meet the newbie. Is there something wrong with that?"

"No, but I'm working and this place just has a bad vibe. Plus, if you're a guard too then you should be working too."

"Me? Oh, I'm not a night guard." He chuckled.

"Then I'm going to have to ask you to kindly leave."

He laughed. "You can't get me to leave, but I'd love to see you try."

"Then I have no choice but to call the Police." He, then, grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me toward him.

"Listen, you have a beautiful face." He said softly as he gently placed one of his hands on my cheek and caressed it with his thumb."and it'd be such a...loss if I messed it up a bit." He let go of me and walked around the desk so that he was right next to me. "You won't tell anyone about your little encounter with me and you won't tell anyone that I'm here." He whispered in my ear. Then he left.