The Heart That Bleeds Red And Purple (FNAF Security Guards X Reader)

The Staff (introduction)

There is an old legend about a pizzeria that is haunted by five murdered children. The thing is, no one caught the murderer or found the weapon used in the crime. The boss of the establishment payed no mind to the incident, he then had it cleaned up and forgotten.

Vincent Bishop. A man who was born pure purple with the attitude of a sly fox. He sure knew how to turn on a woman with just one glance. His pure, white, iris less eyes were almost hypnotizing as his almost permanent Cheshire grin showed off his perfect, white teeth. Despite being all purple, he was a very attractive man indeed. His toned chest and biceps were to die for and his purple uniform fit in all the right places, his purple hair was always tied into a low, scruffy ponytail and the top of his head was covered by a purple security hat. A bit of stubble rested on his chin which made him look rough yet handsome. His black shoes, belt, and watch contrasted perfectly with his purple skin and hair, as well as the rest of his purple uniform. He always wore a gold badge on his shirt that had Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria engraved on it, along with Freddy's face.

Vincent leaned against the wall by one of the party rooms as he watched all the children play and eat their pizza. He grinned to himself while the animatronics played their instruments and sang on stage. Women would glance at him from time to time and blush in his direction. Whispering to each other. Probably about how attractive he was and with that thought, Vincent's grin only grew wider.

"Excuse me sir? Why are u purple?"

Vincent looked down and at his feet stood a little girl. She had her dirty blonde hair tied back into a fishtail braid with a party hat sitting on top of her head, she wore a pink T-shirt and a white skirt with black Mary Jane shoes on her feet.

Vincent kneeled down to her level and looked right into her blue eyes.

"Because I was born that way dear. What about u? Why do u have blonde hair?"

"Well because mommy has blonde hair!"

Vincent imagined himself rolling his eyes inside his mind. Of course, children at that age were stupid and naive. He patted the young girl's head nodding.

"Well aren't you smart. So you see? You get your blonde hair from your parents and I get my purple color from my parents. Understand?"

The little girl nodded and blinked her eyes at him then skipped off, telling her parents about the purple stranger that she met.

Vincent sighed and stood back up, dusting imaginary dust from his purple work pants while fixing his hat. He grew bored just standing against the wall so he decided to scope out the main dining hall where the band entertained the children. He felt the animatronics eyes on him as they continued to sing. He grinned and twirled his key ring on his pointer finger, softly whistling and winking at a couple of women from time to time.

He saw two men standing by the stage talking at each other. One of them was taller than the other, his skin was sort of a dark grey color and he had slight hair on his arms, he wore a black watch on his right wrist along with a black tie, belt, pants, and shoes. His blue hat said 'SECURITY' across the front that matched his long sleeved blue uniform shirt. He wore a name tag that had the name MIKE written in bold, black letters above his heart, his blue eyes had bags underneath them from the lack of sleep. This man was none other than Mike Schmidt. Boy was he an asshole at times and he was a ticking time bomb of attitude. His puns were really funny but also...quite annoying. He's temper was very short and he swore like a sailor 24/7. He just recently broke up with his girlfriend Doll so he was in an even pissier mood that usual, u could clearly tell by his face and body language.

Then there was the man standing next to him, listening to Mike ramble on and on. His name was Jeremy Fitzgerald. That boy was as shaky as a leaf when someone talked to him and he stuttered horribly. Poor guy, he was super shy. The only ones he felt comfortable talking to were mike and PG. Jeremy had light grey skin and had shaggy brown hair that sometimes was seen, other times he would hide it under his light grey-blue uniform hat, which had 'NIGHT WATCH' written across the front. His uniform shirt was the same color and was also long sleeved, he wore a black belt, pants, and shoes but no tie. Above his heart was the same name tag Mike wore but had 'JEREMY' written on it instead. His face...well...he didn't really have one. He expressed his emotions through question marks, exclamation points, and other grammar symbols. He did have a mouth though so his "face" was somewhat functional but hey, no one is normal here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.

Speaking of not being normal, Vincent turned his head to see his "best friend" and former colleague, PG or Scott, as he preferred to be called. He had an old, red, dial phone for a head and his skin was as black as the night, he wore a light grey-blue button up uniform shirt and a black belt, pants, and shoes, he wore wrapped bandages on his hands all the time for reasons nobody knows about, his name tag read 'PG' which was placed above his heart. Vincent grin grew and he walked over to him.

"Hey there Scotty~"

PG sighed, clearly annoyed. He rubbed the side of his phone head and tapped his foot.

"How many times do I have to tell you its PG, not Scott or Scotty. You know this better than anyone else Vincent."

Vincent just laughed and rolled his eyes. He didn't really care if PG liked it or not, he would always call him Scotty.

Now some people would call Vincent gay but really, he just liked messing with PG since he gets so easily flustered and is so uptight all the time.

"Hey Vincent! Stop flirting with PG and get your ass to work damn!"

Mike said while glaring at Vincent's direction as he spoke. Jeremy stayed silent as he fiddled with his thumbs trying to stay out their business.

"Hehehehe~ I wouldn't be talking Mikey, you and Jeremy haven't stopped talking about Pokémon for the past thirty-four minutes."

Mike blushed red and glared harder at the violet man. He had a big thing for Pokémon as Jeremy did with anime and since Pokémon was an anime....boy did those two talk till no tomorrow about the subject.

"S...shut the fuck up! Stupid grape..."

"M...Mike don't worry about it. J..just leave him be."

Jeremy patted Mikes back, trying to calm down his hot tempered friend.

Vincent just laughed and continued walking through the pizzeria until he saw his Boss put up a sign on the window.

'Hugh? What is the old man doing?'

He walked up to him and tapped on his shoulder.

"Boss, I couldn't help but notice that you are putting up a sign, what's up with that?"

Boss sighed and turned to the violet man.

"Well Vincent, I need more employees in my establishment since the nightshift is getting more and more difficult for you and the others, so...I decided to put up a 'Help Wanted' sign to hopefully bring someone in, I'll also be putting adds in the paper."

Mike walked over, along with Jeremy and PG.

"A new employee eh? Heh, he better have balls of steel if he's gonna think about working here."

Boss ignored Mike's remark then went inside his office.

Vincent thought for a while before smirking wide.

'More employees eh? Well then Boss...this should be interesting'