Vincent x Reader

Chapter 7

You wake up to the sound of an engine. Vincent is gone, and it's 30 minutes past 6. You groan and get up to get ready for school. When you finish putting on your clothes, you walk out to see a man sitting on a motorcycle. Realizing the man was Vincent, you immediately start to ask questions.
"How did the night go?"
"Oh, that?" Vincent says over the engine. "It went well! While you were sleeping I just used my knife to kill them!"
"How? They are already dead and animatronics." I say.
"Relax! They revive again later. The employees always have to fix them up before opening time." He says, then gestures for you to get on.
"Where did you get this?" You say as you kindly grab the helmet he offers to you. You strap it on and wrap your arms around his waist tightly to support yourself.
"Stole it. Hang on, it's gonna be bumpy!" He gives a mischievous grin and starts on the road.
"Stole it? Wait, do you even know how to ride this thing?" You ask. Vincent smiles as the motorcycle wavers.
"Nope!" Your eyes widen and you try not to scream. Luckily, he gets you to school with no scratches. You get off the motorcycle and tell Vincent to return it.
"What?" He frowns. "Okay, fine. But..." He leans forward and points to his make up covered cheek. "You gotta kiss me."
"No way." You cross your arms. Vincent puts on his usual sly smile. "Then I guess I will just keep it..."
You face all red and hot, you go on your tip toes and kiss him quickly on the cheek, hoping no one notices. Vincent laughs and rides away. You hope he returns it on his way back to the pizzeria. Just then, F/N gives you a surprise hug and you panic.
"Don't do that, it scared the hell out of me!" You pant. F/N let's go, no sympathy showing in her eyes.
"There's a new hottie at school!" She says. You tilt your head.
"Hottie? What?" Just then, you see a boy around your age with pale skin and black shoulder length hair wearing a white hoodie walk up to you. He smiles a big grin, and you hint out cuts in his cheeks. F/N seems oblivious to it and possibly has a crush on him, so you ignore it and don't say anything.
"I'm Jeff." He says.
Hot isn't the word I'd use. Maybe psycho like...Vincent... You give a nervous smile and hold back your growing fear. This guy had to be someone like Vincent. You feel a strange aura about him too. You are totally convince Jeff is a serial killer, just like Vincent.

So...FNAF is technically a creepypasta so I decided why not make this even more interesting with other creepypastas? I'm thinking about having a conflict between Vincent and the other creepypasta characters for just reasons. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoy writing (typing?) it.
~Kato