Broken Memories (Vincent x Reader) [Sequel to V x R (Cute New Nightguard)]

These Cold Walls- Chapter 3

Tonight was your second night at Freddy's, quite frankly you were thinking of not going. The idea of the demented balloon boy attacking you again made you shiver.

If the place didn't kill you first, it would definitely scar you for life. Not that there was much room left for scarring.

"Shut up" you hissed, pushing the meowing cat off your bed, he was really needy today. It was as if he didn't want you leaving.........or maybe its just paranoia eating at your nerves.

For the fifth time that night, you pried him from your work pants and continued to gather your stuff.

It felt weird wearing the cheap button-up shirt that you have grown to despise. Memories of the fabric clinging to your body as his blood soaked through it made you want to rip it off.

However, you kept a level head, taking a deep, painful breath inward. And for the first time that night, you actually erased the memories from your brain, putting on a genuine smile.

"Let's do this" you huffed, grabbing your keys and racing out the house. The cool night air caused your senses to tingle, along with your skin as goosebumps started to form. If it wasn't for the dreaded job you would have stopped to relish in the beautiful stars above.

However, you were running late enough as it was.

With a hard slam, you closed your door and started the car, trying to drive more carefully this time.

Hint, trying.

By the time you got to the building, you ran two red lights and almost hit a log truck. But in your defense that truck was on your side of the road, or maybe you were on the wrong side.....Oh well.

Just as the thought crossed your mind, the blinding light of the pizzeria shone through your windshield. Apparently the dreaded building wasn't limited to being a danger on the inside at night, but also dangerous to passing cars.

"Sheesh" you hissed, pulling down the sun visor as you pulled into the cracked parking lot, its bumps making the shocks underneath your car squeak. Tonight will be much more scarier now that you know what lurks in the shadows.

Some people say familiar faces are relaxing, but in your case, its anything but that. Silently, you switched off the car and got out, sprinting across the parking lot as a shady looking van slinked down the road.

However, you would rather face that instead of the horrors within the broken building. A horror attraction was by far the best choice, the establishment does have a horrific and gruesome past, and most of it is hidden away.

The parents know about the bite, along with the missing children, and now they know about what happened to them.

But they are leaving out the most important piece of the puzzle, their children's beloved animatronics are the puppets for five grudge driven children that lost their time.

Year after year they put in a new nightguard that never comes back out. Until you came along and meet the other five veterans that managed to slip past the cold, painful embrace of metal hands and spring locks.

Now its only you.

So that leads you to the present, standing in front of yet another Fazbear establishment with the same determined face that got you through the nights.

With shaky hands, you pushed open the grimy door into the muggy hallway, choking on the thick air.

Everything was in the same place, but yet, something seemed different. You shook off the uncomfortable feeling and trudged on, coming to the tiny office that seems to get smaller every new location.

Based on your boss's selfish financial ways, it most likely does. He'd make you sit in the middle of the hallway if the government allowed it.

"Come and get me" you sighed, slamming down into the rolly chair as your shift started. At first it started like yesterday, quiet and peaceful......until the phone went off.

This time he had a lot more news for you, but due to your concentration, the only thing that caught your attention was something about finding an animatronic.

After that, you listened intently to the bulky device on the desk. He seemed very excited about it, but that means another obstacle to look after.

Great.

Finally he ended the call, leaving you in complete silence, allowing your mind to take over. Memories of Vincent flooded your mind, you didn't want them to, but your heart aches for his presence once again.

However, life had other plans and decided to take the one thing you loved away from you.

Without knowing, tears started to steam down your face, and for the first time since his death, you actually let it all out. It may not be the best situation to do it, but it had to be done.

The weight that had been sitting on your chest and shoulders seemed to lift with every pain filled sob. The sound echoing down the hall and through the building.

"Why?" You screamed out to no one in particular, not expecting an answer. But you did. The voice was hoarse and raspy, but it had a familiar ring to it.

"No! Stop!" You screamed, balling up your fists and smashing them against your head, getting his voice out of your head.

The sound was to real, to heart wrenching to listen to. Suddenly, something cold and metal was placed softly on your hands, making you stop with a whimper.

Everything was quiet, until the sound of rusty joints squeaking echoed off the walls. "I'm still here" it whispered, making your heart stop. He wasn't here, you refused to acknowledge whatever it was.

Suddenly the metal disappeared and was replaced by cold tile, a siren blaring in your ear, and something sticky in your hair. And slumped in front of you was Vincent, his body within the Springtrap suit, bleeding out as hands pulled you away.

Away and into that dreaded ambulance as they wiped the drying blood from your face. The siren morphed into a beeping, then flashing red lights blinding you.

Hallucinations.

When you had started crying, you forgot about the ventilation, leaving you oxygen deprived.

Which explained the flashback.

Silently, you laid in the floor and closed your eyes, slowly slipping into unconsciousness as your lungs contracted for air.

But just before you could slip into death, something grabbed you by the collar and dragged you away. Causing you to sit up with a jolt and gasp in the much needed oxygen.

Finally, you caught your breath, heaving to the side. "Don't die on me when I just got you back" a voice called, making your eyes widen.

This wasn't a hallucination.

It was real.

The voice was right beside your ear, a cold metal hand placing itself on your back. You gulped loudly, swallowing the rising bile.

"V-Vincent"

IM SSSSSOOOOO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN FOREVER, SCHOOL HAS FUCKED UP MY PERSONAL  LIFE!!