Life at DMC (D/V/N X Reader!)

13. Playing FNAF4

So, uh… *Stares blankly* Before we get started, I know I know and I know that it’s been 4 MONTHS since I last updated this.. I am so so so so very very very sorry~ :’( 

Anyway, as the title of this chapter says, honestly, I’ve never played FNAF. I’ve only watched it on youtube once but with my hands covering part of my eyes and ears (=_=”) So, yeah.. - I have this urge of wanting to ‘love’ watching horror movies but I couldn’t. I’m always scared whenever it comes to horror - . I hope this chapter went well. Once again, I am so sorry for not updating this within 4 months.. *Sigh*

#Credits to Emily_Sparda1998 from Wattpad for giving out a short and simple ideas. :) **Sorry for the very very very late update**

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Silent. 

There was no other noise other than distant heavy breathings and footsteps. Your heart has been pounding in your chest, afraid of what might happen next. It was the third night and you were too focused, staring onto the flashes of the screen. The volumes of the TV was turned up very loudly, up to the point where the sounds would echo in the entire building. You’ve been sitting on the couch of Devil May Cry’s office with your legs crossed for half an hour. Normally, you would curse due to the jump scares. But this time, it was different. You were too focused on the game itself rather than dealing with your emotions. You wanted to get this game done. Mumbling to yourself, you thought you heard footsteps and heavy breathings coming from your -the game character’s- right. Quickly running to the door, you shone the flashlights to the hallway.

Nada. Nothing.

Quickly going backward, the character walked to the left and took a glance behind the door, shining the flashlight again.

Nothing. 

Backing up against the bed, you heard the sound growing closer again.

“Oh no…” You begin to panic. Your fingers instantly shook and you accidentally pressed on some random button. “No! Not there idiot!”

You quickly turned the character back and went towards the closet. Before you knew it, Foxy jumped and you screamed, unconsciously sending the joystick flying away. 

“Fuck it..” You frowned and growled. 

Standing up, you walked into the kitchen and stretched your arms. Opening the fridge, you heard the door outside opening and closing, hearing the white haired devil mumbling something.

“Yea yea, don’t even think about it…” You spoke as soon as Dante walked in with his mouth open, trying to say something. 

You knew he was going to tease you about that game because literally, it makes him laugh whenever he saw -or imagined- you screaming in shock. 

“What? I didn’t say anything,” he brushed past you, not admitting that he actually is trying to say something. 

You sighed and grabbed a drink from the fridge. Leaning against the kitchen table, Dante turned to face you and he smiled.

“What?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Nah, you looked like you’ve been going to an underground brawling or something,” he chuckled.

“I wish…” you muttered and took a sip of your drink.

The devil crossed his arms and leaned against the fridge that was in front of you, “Why are you so attracted to that game? It’s boring and it doesn’t even have any hot chicks in it.”