FNaF One Shots

Cold Love (Purple GuyXReader)

A.n.
First Vincent one-shot! Got a request, so hopefully I won't fail!
Also....... I apologize if it seems a bit rushed! And over 1,500 words! Go me!

Vincent's P.o.v.

My clothes hung heavily on my shoulders, having been soaked with rain hours ago. My hands shook, and the knife gripped between my fingers moved in response.

Nobody would be able to tell that only hours earlier, I became a murderer. If people saw me now, they probably wouldn't be able to see the tears traveling down, on an endless dance with the rain. They wouldn't be able to discern the blood, being washed away from my dark purple clothing.

The thing about humans....we aren't really observant. We take, we take, we take, but we never stop to give back. I guess that's why I killed them. Those six innocent, oblivious, selfish souls. They shouldn't have to suffer in life, so now they're thanking me in death.

I know because they've been singing to me for a couple of hours now. Their melodic array of disharmony chilled my spine, but I know they're thanking me. Thanking me for taking them out of life.

But I couldn't just leave the bodies on the floor on that damned restaurant. So I gave them new life. After having my fun I stuffed them into the suits. Nobody would ever look there!! Why would they even want to?

(Flashback *four hours ago*)

My grin could cause the Devil himself to cower. My bloodlust was larger than life. My need for the red life-sustaining liquid in their veins to be spilled was overpowering.

The fun thing about games, the chase makes it funner. Their screams send tingling up and down my spinal vertebrae. Their useless tears, well I live for them.

The little girl, Lucy if I remember correctly, was the cutest. Her frilly yellow dress was soaked with her blood before she was even dead. Her screams of agony were pleasing to my ears. I stuffed her into Chica's suit.

The funniest was the oldest boy, Jakob. He tried to protect the other children. Like a leader. He was strong for his age. Determination dominated his eyes, even as my knife pierced his tender flesh. His screams fading into my pleasure. Perfect for Freddy's suit.

The firey red haired one didn't need any specific torture. His soul was already broken, so I couldn't do it for him. His tears of pain coincided with mine. I wish he wasn't here right now. Some other boy to take his place. He could've grown up to be just like me. A cold hearted bastard. Into Foxy he went!!

Then there was the boy with the purple fetish. His clothes were a deep, dark, velvet. That's why I wore purple when I killed them. In memory. His anguished cries made me cackle in delight. Perfect for Bonnie!

The last one didn't fight. He didn't really say anything as my frame loomed threateningly over his. The only thing he said....."We'll never leave. We'll never die. Our souls can't leave this polluted sky. Your curse is set. Destiny defined. Endless suffering. Freedom resigned." I don't know what the hell that means. Whatever. Into Golden Freddy!

(End of flashback)

His words puzzled me. My brain was fogged as I looked blankly ahead. Why would he predict that, at the specific moment of his death?