Vincent (Purple Guy)x Reader

Chapter 4

For some reason, I was somewhat excited to get to work that night. I grabbed my stuff and the sweatshirt I got this morning and headed towards the restaurant. When I got there, there was still a few people in the kitchen. I could faintly hear laughter and talking. It was creepy how the laughter echoed through the halls.

11:42 P.M.

I walked into the office to see Vincent slumped on the floor. His shirt was covered in blood. His hand was covering a massive wound. I dropped my stuff.

"Oh my God! Are you okay?"

"No" He said calmly.

"Don't move, I'll be right back." I, then, ran out of the office to the kitchen an d grabbed a crap ton of first aid supplies and a wet towel. The two people who were still in there, watched me sprint into the kitchen and scramble to get the items. They didn't say or do anything. They just watched.

I ran back to the office and put everything on the ground. I sat in front of him.

"Here. Take your shirt off and put this on the wound." I handed him the wet towel.

He hesitantly unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a huge gash in his lower abdomen. We go the wound cleaned and I started to bandage him up. He refused to look at me throughout the entire process. He never said a word either.

Once everything was done, he put his shirt back on. I decided to sit next to him. I grabbed the tablet off the desk and flipped through the cameras. I quickly wound up the music box. 

"How did you get the cut?" I asked.

"Bonnie.''

Of course. How could these things be trusted in a children's environment?

"(f/n)? Why did you do this?"

"Well I wasn't just gonna let you bleed to death."

He smiled slightly. 

I rested my head on the wall. "Do you live anywhere around here?"

"I live here."

"What? What do you mean by 'I live here'?"

"Exactly that. I live here."

"So you're homeless."

"You could say that."

"Jeez, you surprise me, Vincent."

He smirked.

3:03 A.M.

I woke up. I must have dozed off. My head was resting on Vincent's shoulder. I could hear him breathing and his scent was quite intoxicating. He smelled like cigarette smoke and Old Spice. Without knowledge, I fell asleep again. I need a different job if I keep falling asleep. Though for some strange reason, I really liked this job.