Vincent (Purple Guy)x Reader

Chapter 6

When I got home, I dropped everything. My mom came in by me. She saw the bloodstains on my clothes. I forgot those were there.

"Why do you have blood on you?"

"Oh! My co-worker was injured and I helped him by bandaging it up."

"Well is he okay?"

"Yeah." I didn't tell her anything else about Vincent. I ran upstairs. 

"Do you want me to throw your uniform into the wash?" My mom yelled upstairs.

"Yeah!!" I yelled out into the hall.  

3:19 A.M.

He wasn't wrong when he said that it'd be tricky to keep this one away. The old thing was as fast as lightening and wasn't easily fooled. Vincent usually did all the work for me, but I needed to make sure the music box was wound and that the other animatronics didn't get in the vents.

I sat back in my chair. I was next to Vincent at the desk. It was now a bit more calm. Thank God. I looked over at him. He was so determined to keep us safe. His eyes were slightly bloodshot, but still bright. God, his eyes were beautiful. He glanced at me and smiled.

"What?" He asked.

"What?" I was pulled out of my thoughts.

"You're staring at me." He smirked. "Does something about me interest you?"

"You tell me." I said casually. 

He looked at me. "It's not like I can read your mind. Tell me."

"Why should I?"

"Because I'm curious." He smirked. "Do you like me?"

"Well we are friends, and if I didn't like you one bit, there'd be a problem."

"Oh come on, you knew what I meant."

"Hmmm... I'm not gonna tell you." I teased.

"So you do like me?"

"Really? Do you have any proof?"

"You could say that I know things."

"Sure you do."

"Plus, I saw you looking at me shirtless." He said jokingly.

"Yeah, keep on wishing."