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(Before we start, I should let you know I've NEVER done a story like this... So expect it to be terrible... Well, more terrible than my other work.)
Y/N doesn't know why he took it, he knew the rumours and the mysterious disappearances, he knew the danger from his friend, Fritz. So why did he come? After the interview (should it even be called that?) with this guy called Scott, he got into his purple uniform. Or as Scott called it, the beginner uniform. Y/N wondered why so far all he saw was males working at this place, until he saw a female walk into the pizzeria. Whoever she was, she was rushing to get sorted, fixing her royal purple hat over her lighter shade of purple hair, grey eyes frantically trying to get her tie sorted. As she tucked in her shirt, her muscles could be seen as well as a faint outline of a six pack on her stomach. The girl buttoned up her jacket and kept trying to sort out her tie, only to keep failing. Y/N took pity on her as she was late for work and walked to the purple girl, her skin was ridiculously pale as her grey eyes looked at him. "Here let me help." Y/N offered, he slowly and carefully tied her tie, he kept hitting her strangely massive breasts. It was weird, when you exercise and get fit they usually got smaller, not in her case. He tucked her tie in her jacket and saw the red on her cheeks, only to smirk. "Th-thanks." She stammered nervously, Y/N smiled and held out his hand. "No problem, names Y/N L/N and I'm new here." He stated happily, she had one protective arm around her chest while the other shook the hand that Y/N held out. "Violet. I... Don't really have a last name... I call myself Violet Bishop." She looked away nervously, then at the clock. It read 11:45 in the afternoon. "I'm your guide for the night since your new here." Violet messed with her purple hair. He wasn't sure, but Y/N swore he saw her skin flash purple. Violet walked to the office and Y/N followed, his H/C hair flopped over his face and moved it out of the way as he fixed his hat. She taught him the basics in a robot-like fashion, showing she's either said it plenty of times before or she just really hated explaining. Which, in truth, was both. Y/N struggled at first, despite it being so simple, but Violet helped anyway. Midnight struck and the real test began. She said what the phone guy used to say before the phone was taken away in a long, bored manor.
Violet walked Y/N through the night with a breeze, and continued to for the whole week. As much to Y/N's dislike, Violet wasn't open to talk about anything, mostly her past. She kept it simple with her name, her age- which was 1 years older than him- and her job. Nothing about where she lived, what she did in her spare time or anything like that. "What do you like?" He had asked her on night 3. She just stood there silent... "Where about do you live?" Still nothing. On night 7, he just about had enough. "I told you everything about me! And all you do is stay silent and pretend I don't exist!" Y/N yelled at her, she just looked down, then walked to the door while the animatronics were wondering. "I can't drag anyone else in..." She muttered as she opened the metal doors. Desperately, he grabbed her wrist and shut both doors, pulling her towards him. Their bodies touched as Y/N held her close in fear, she rested her head on his shoulder which made him go red. "Don't! Please!" He told her, keeping her tightly close, it almost hurt with how hard her breasts were against him. "I'm sorry... I can't drag others in again..." She muttered against his shoulder, his hands rubbed the arch in her back and played with her long hair. "Drag me in... What's troubling you? Please tell me." Y/N whispered to her, soothing her slowly. 6am came and she pulled away, a small smile on her face, her bright red lips just looked so smooth and glistened slightly, Y/N couldn't help but stare at them. All that went through his brain was 'how would those lips feel against mine?'. "Congratulations." She told him before leaving him. Y/N bashed his head on the wall when she left, wondering why he was just... Staring at her. Her beautiful grey eyes looked like silver, her breasts were huge yet rarely moved, her body had such nice curves to him and her muscles just made her look like the hottest thing. He knew he couldn't think like that at all. Y/N packed up and headed home.
On the way home, all Y/N heard was a girl crying in one of the alleyways that he usually passed with no thought or look. When he did, all he saw was a gang beating the shit out of someone. Not just someone, it was the one. Violet... Her work clothes were ripped and tattered, showing her pale skin, mouth bleeding as well as an eye, bruises all over her body as tears stream down her face. Y/N found a knife on the floor that slipped out of one of the people in the gang's pocket. He picked it up slowly and shouted, "Hey!" They all stopped and stared at him, dread filled his body as they walked to him and shoved him to the floor, all sniggering as they kicked the knife from his hand. Violet screamed, "No!" Her voice was clearly damaged but she still managed to scream. Then the strangest thing happened, black flames exploded from the alleyway where Violet was, Y/N almost felt empty while a huge sense of guilt ran through his brain, knowing she isn't alive. She couldn't be... The gang saw and straight of ran away, not wanting to be anywhere near the flames. Y/N went to his knees as he watched the fire, he felt terrible for not helping her... He could have done something... Now it was all over... That's what he thought until the midnight fire dived down. Violet was still there... Yet she wasn't. On the floor was a girl with bright purple skin, lighter than her hair, eyes were once black with white pupils now just pure white. No pupils. Huge demonic horns rose from her hair, a black snake-like tongue came out of her mouth as she panted, teeth sharp like the teeth of a pure carnivore. The girl was on her hands and knees, panting. Two huge wings slowly folded, they were black on the edges and the bones while the rest were purple, dark to light. They were torn for effect of the demonic look, they fluttered making them seem fascinating and beautiful. Her fingers were replaced by huge silver talons, stained red at the end. Finally, there was the tail. Spikes ran from her spine and spread around her tail, they folded to the skin to not damage anything, at the end was a huge spike that changed from time to time to a head of a monster. Y/N just stood there, looking at the girl that once helped him through the paranormal events of a child's pizzeria. All of Violet's wounds had disappeared, just black tears ran down her face. Y/N walked to her slowly and she put her taloned hand up. "Don't... I'll hurt you..." She cried, he didn't care, he made her look at him then held her close and comforting. Violet buried her face into his shoulder and cried, her talons turning to fingers and her horns fading, she gripped between his shoulder and spine as well as his waist on his back. "Shhh... It's ok..." Y/N kissed her head, granted he was nervous because... Well... Who wouldn't be nervous around a demon? She looked like a normal girl now, except her white eyes and purple skin. "I'm here for you..." Violet looked at him with a smile. Y/N's heart raced at the sight of her adorable and beautiful smile. He smiled back and kissed her forehead, she blushed red and moved closer, only to hold him close. Then Y/N found out, her lips were even smoother and more pleasant than he thought.
