Vincent x Reader

Chapter 33

You wake up in a dark room. You have no idea what happened. Your head sure hurts like hell though.

"In her condition, we have no choice, Vincent."

"Don't say that! I'm sure Y/N is all fine, we just need to-"

"She's suffered enough! We'll have her memories of us wiped. We put her into too much danger."

What the-? That's all you remember hearing before falling into darkness. You rub your head and wince. A bandage slowly falls off of you.

Your eyes slowly began to adjust to the dark room. You blinked once, twice. You make out a metal door in front of you. You get up and push it open, showing you to Freddy Fazbear's diner. You smile at the small children singing along with the animatronics. Good thing they don't do anything rash, at least in the day. But there was the bite of eighty-seven...

You shake your head and make your way to the glass doors. Some people gasp, and you immediately think it's because of your head. You give them an apologetic smile and walk out.

A man with brown hair tied into a ponytail walks up to you. For a split second, you think you can see him with purple skin. He also looked very familiar.

He walks up to you and smiles. "Hey, Y/N!"

You frown. He knows your name. Did you get amnesia from that black out? But no, you still remember your job, your name, your school, your best friend, and the death of your parents.

Memories of us wiped. Was this guy apart of the 'us' in that sentence?

Vincent. And who was Vincent?

"Do I know you?" You ask politely. The man's smile automatically turned into a frown. He shook his head.

"Nah, just, um..." He nervously points to a name tag on your uniform. You laugh.

"Of course! I'm an idiot." You sigh. He shakes his head violently.

"No! You are not an idiot, and never will be!" He disagrees. You giggle.

"All right, all right. What's your name, since you know mine?" You question. He shifts uncomfortably.

"V-Vincent." He stutters. Vincent? You frown and squint. He blushes and looks away. "Something wrong?"

"No, just-never mind." You say, shaking your head. You give him a small wave before walking away.

"Wait!" He grabs your arm rather tightly. You whimper and turn around. Vincent is looking at you with dark eyes. You knew that look. It was a look of a murderer.

What? How do I know that? I asked myself in disbelief. Anyways, fear grips your chest and you struggle against his hold.

"Do you want money? Rape? Just don't kill me!" You whimper. Vincent let's out a cold chuckle. It sends shivers down your spine, but it sounds very sexy at the same time.

"No, Y/N. I will never do that to you. Just let me kiss you one last time? Before you go away?" He asks sweetly. Before you can reply, he leans and kisses you on the cheek.  Flushing, you brought up your hand to slap him. Instead, he grabs your hand before it can come into contact and smirks. He then let's go of you and walks away. You frown. Once again, you thought he was purple. Weird.

This book is in need of a sequel! So you/she now have no more memories of the creepy pastas! So stay tuned for the sequel!

~Otaku_creepypasta88