Troublemaker

You walked into the pizzeria known as Freddy Fazbear’s with an unamused facial expression plastered on your face. Your usually bright (e/c) eyes were now dull and seemingly tired, just as your usually styled hair stuck up freely and about.


“Another day in hell,” you muttered to yourself with a bittersweet sigh, sauntering toward the back office to start your shift. “lord save my soul.”

The time however was 11: 50PM, which means you had 10 minutes before your shift started. Lounging around in the swivel chair with the tablet already in hand, you spun around freely until a purple being came into sight

“What the hell?!” you yelled and jumped in your seat, almost dropping the tablet. The purple man chuckled, an abnormally wide smile stretching across his eccentric features. “Uh, hi?” you said at last, sounding more of a question.

“hello, little finch.” the purple man cooed and winked at you. You gasped quietly and quickly averted your gaze, a light pink dusting your cheeks. ‘who the hell is this guy?’ you thought to yourself but was soon snatched from your thoughts upon finding yourself pinned against the back wall of the office.

“Mind telling me who you are, little finch~?” the strange man asked with wiggling eyebrows. You scoffed to show false disinterest. “(f/n).” you replied.

“(f/n) huh?” the purple guy repeated, earning a nod in confirmation. He chuckled again and leaned closer to your face. “I like it.” he whispered seductively.

“Mind telling me who you are?” you asked and turned your head toward the side. “Vincent.” the purple guy merely replied.

“...Not a bad name, i’ll give you that.” you said with a sigh as he stepped away and you went to sit again. “Tell me about yourself, ‘Vincent’, and why you’re here?”

“Nah.” was Vincent’s only reply, shaking his head. You quirked an eyebrow at his response, confused. “what?”

“why dont you tell me about yourself, little finch?” Vincent inquired. You frowned and huffed. “I told you my name, stop calling me that.” you’d pout. The purple man laughed and walked over to you.

“fine, (f/n), tell me about yourself.” he insisted. You stared at Vincent hesitantly before lifting a finger matter-of-factly, ready to introduce yourself when suddenly Vincent smashed his lips against yours.

The purple guy grabbed you roughly by the shoulders and kissed you forcefully, his tongue slipping through your lips with ease and dominated yours in a dance battle.

You unintentionally moaned, trying to pry his hands off and push him away but failed to no avail. Finally giving in to Vincent, you snaked your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

The purple guy moaned softly, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he felt a sudden determination to own you intensify. For a while, both you and Vincent kissed until finally you broke for air.

Breathing heavily with a devious smirk, you failed to suppress a chuckle when you looked at your wrist watch. The time read 12: 00AM. It was time for your shift to start.

“That was pretty intere– hey, where’d he go?” You asked yourself looking around, the purple guy nowhere in sight. You frowned to yourself, hoping that wasn’t some sick illusion.

With yet another bitter sigh, you grabbed the tablet and began the task at hand. Watching for animatronic activity. On the tablet however was a small piece of paper that read ‘call me’ with Vincent’s name and number.

You smirked to yourself, peering down at the paper for a moment before safely tucking it away in your pants pocket. You’d definitely have to call him sometime.