Dayshift at Freddy's: Valentines and one shots

Yandere Dave x Old Sport/Jack

This is a request for Lucarioishere, also this is my second attempt at doing a Yandere so please go easy on me. 

A man in orange make-up woke up to a pounding head ache, although he doubt it was because of alcohol, there was a faint buzzing in his ear which could mean that he was hit with something, but it was difficult to tell at the moment. He tried to stretch his arms only to find out that he couldn't move them at all, this made him wake up faster and began to look around, only to find out that he had some type of blind fold over his face. The room smelled of bleach and seemed to have blocked any smell that could help him pinpoint his location.

Okay Jack, take a deep breath and calm down, let's think about this for a moment he thought to himself you are blindfolded, have only your trousers on and tied up in some sort of room, and it smells of bleach that may or may not have covered up any smell that might be in here. The questions are where am I? And what happened for me to get in this predicament?

The man known as Jack frowned at the questions, they were very good questions as the last thing he remembered was a purple rabbit, or was it a golden rabbit?

His eyes widened at that last thought, golden rabbit, Spring Bonnie, with purple beneath the face plate...DAVETRAP!. Jack began to wriggle as much as he could only to find his feet chained as well, the memory of Dave biting into his brothers phone head was literally punching him in the face as he remembered standing there and letting it happen, he could have done something, but he didn't.

He stopped though when he heard foot steps from outside the room, he stayed completely still as a door from his right began to open. He was sure the door was fully open now but no foot steps could be heard entering the room, Jack couldn't help but think this person was trying to be overly dramatic.

That is until he heard a familiar laugh, a high but deep laugh he knew all too well and would never forget. The question was, how was he here? How was Henry here and alive?

The man, if you could call him that, continued to laugh as he walked up to Jack before stopping both the walk and laugh. He never said anything. Jack was certain that those dead, glowing eyes were staring right at him, in fact he could practically feel the eyes examine him from head to toe, he couldn't help but shiver in fright, disgust and the cold.

Jack honestly expected Henry to speak, to taunt him and anything else he could think of since he was bound and helpless. He never expected Henry to slap him on the cheek so hard that he would have been thrown at a wall if he hadn't been tied up.

"GAH!" what the...? Where did that sharp object come from?

By sharp object, he was referring to the dagger that was now embedded in his side, a place where he wouldn't bleed to death if he had any, at least he didn't think he had blood and he was in too much pain to consider it at the moment. The dagger was pulled out clean and placed on what sounded like a metal surface.

Despite the pain Jack was able to grit his teeth to stop himself from making any more noise, he didn't want to give Henry any more satisfaction of hearing him cry out from the torture. He was too busy thinking of how much of a demon Henry was that Jack never heard the sound of metal sliding off of a metal surface until it touched his injury, a gut wrenching scream escaped his mouth as he realised that it was in fact a red hot poker, he could feel his inside burn at the lave temperature.

It felt like hours had passed before the poker was removed from his side, then hitting him in another spot that just happened to be his neck, he couldn't stop the scream as he felt his throat closing up, making him struggle to breath, the poker was held there for exactly ten seconds before it was removed again and Jack found himself hunching forward choking and possibly retching, then he moved his head back to try and get air back into his throat and lungs.