YOOO!! I'm actually back for once on this story! How odd isn't it? Anyway, I'm trying my best XD I haven't written something for this story in a very long time. I also have seen a style of my writing for FNAF Character x reader, it's starts to trail off from the x Reader part of the title, and I feel like it may be discouraging to read, because it's kind of like, you're coming to this story for one thing, and you only got the story aspect of it instead. I apologize for that greatly, I'll try better in this chapter, but from where I left off, it's kind of hard to do that. It's insanely lodged into a story aspect, and I don't wanna do anything cliche. So forgive me if this is horrid, it's been a while, the story aspect is incredible for some reason, and so many cliches may happen. So sorry.
As you stared down at his blood-stained outfit, the realization of him being the Purple Guy, struck you hard. Such a cliche for this specific guy to be the antagonist. You sighed to yourself, you had forgotten about your injuries, and the heavy sigh made your nerves recoil. You winced hard, clenching your teeth together to the point you thought you may shatter your teeth. The Purple Guy seemed to notice your discomfort, but ignored it, tightening his grip purposely to worsen the pain. A grin spread across his face as he knew that you were feeling pain, it was delightful to him. The Purple Guy continued to stroll down the hall. His pace was slow, and calm like nothing was happening like he didn't have you held on his shoulder. How cocky can this dude get?
You started to think about what events could of led up to this. You didn't know where to start, soon your thoughts traced back to Liam. Maybe he would come and save you somehow. That would be a blessing, and a cliche one. (Authors note: I feel like when adding the "this is pretty cliche," kind of thought process to the story, it's actually me firing shots at my own self for making a pretty cliche scenario.) You played the scenario out in your mind. Liam sprinting down the hallway, like a knight in shining armor coming to save his damsel in distress. His mask covering the emotions he actually felt as he made the Purple Guy lose his footing. Liam catching you before you fell to the ground, him lifting up his mask to reveal his, handsome face. A smile played on Liam's lips as he stared down at you in his arms, you then felt almost like as if Liam was a magnet, you got closer to him, and Liam leaned for the kiss.
Wait, what? You blinked and shook your head, for the kiss? When did Liam start playing into your fantasies?
"You okay back there, you're drooling on my back a little." The Purple Guy scoffed at you. You swallowed back a rebuttal. Leaving it to stir in your thoughts, taunting him would be of no use, or just of use to get you hurt.
You almost sighed again, you didn't know what to think of your situation. Where was the Purple Guy taking you anyway? Where ever he was taking you, it was far. Just as you thought that the Purple Guy threw you down to the ground. He shot a grin down at you once you hit the floor. Pain shot up your back and you winced heavily. He then opened the door, and then picked you back up.
"I could have done that with one hand, but I decided to have more fun with opening the door." He chuckled and walked into the dark room. The last light being consumed by darkness as he shut the door behind him.
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The Puppet With a Mask. Marionette x Reader
RomanceFIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S TWO! You've been working at this place for a while, but the music box finally starts to kick up. You question it, but you still wound it up. Then as the nights went on, it seemed the mysterious thing in the box, had a sudden...
