A/N

Rebornica's AU

This story is taken place in modern day times. Will force some fandoms to be liked by the reader, sorry not sorry. This story is a very close replica of TiramiTANK's Quotev story "Mr. Wrong". Most of the story credit goes to her, so if you're curious for an alternate version of the story (with actual romance) then I suggest you check it out.

This story is already mostly finished, but I shall be posting the chapters randomly, usually once a week. If you like the story and want more chapters sooner, then vote and leave a comment! I will thank you for the support. Don't forget to check out TiramiTANK's story on Quotev as well if you get the chance!

"Look out Freddy Fazbears, cause
(Y/N) is ready to party!"

That's what you said when you headed out your house to go to your new job.

You had gotten up early for once this summer.

You were pretty stoked to get up and get started at your new job at the cool pizzeria.

You had only recently started living on your own, though your parents were just a couple houses away from yours.

You had some talents, but you didn't exactly know what you wanted to do, so you decided working a temp job would be cool for the summer until you found something better.

You thought nothing odd or strange or repulsive would ever be in your way with this job.

Sadly you were soon mistaken.

You had gotten up with a pleasant spring in your step, going to your shelves and pulling out some nice, colorful clothes; you were going to a kids pizzeria after all, there was no reason to look so professional.

Another thing; you were a MAJOR FANGIRL.

You loved your shows with a passion. You would say quotes as often as you could, and you never missed an opportunity to share your 'wisdom' with others.

Sure you might be, what, eighteen, but that did not stop you from acting like a kid, when it was appropriate of course. But still, you were never too intimidated to express what you loved, no matter who was staring.

Going to the bathroom to do a quick morning shower (something you almost never did), you set you phone beside the sink counter and played some fandom soundtracks you had sneakingly downloaded without the use of Itunes. If there were words, you sung to it, rocking out and making a fool of yourself as you washed your hair.

After you were done, you dried off and got changed, putting on one of your favorite shirts, (the one with a Dipper catacature on it), and skin tight gray pants with purple tears under black red-striped shorts. It might be summer, but you were resistant to the heat. Besides, you'd be working inside where the air conditioning might be freezing.

'Gravity Falls and Big hero 6 yyyeeeeaaaaaa'
You thought to yourself with pride.
'I'm gonna go all out!'

You brushed your hair and your teeth, singing/humming to the rest of your song. Grabbing your 'Meow-Wow' sweater, Dipper hat, and phone, you proceeded to head out before you stopped. Looking in the mirror, you let out a pleased sigh.

"Ah summer break!"

You said happily, though on the inside you were cracking up.

"A time for leisure, recreation, and taking'er easy..."

As you said this, you were walking out the door. Before you disappeared you said,

"Unless you're me!"

Before slamming the door and running back to your room, giggling like a maniac.

Grabbing your awesome exclusive Star- shaped purse with a smiley face, you headed out into the living room and into the kitchen.

Wanting to be super early, you quickly shoved three frozen crepes into the microwave for three minutes and opened a vanilla yogurt, scarfing that down so you could get ready to get those awesome crepes.
After you were done, you feed and socialized before waving goodbye to all your cats as you ran out the doorway with a goofy smile on your face.

Yes you had cats, and LOTS of them.

Aside from being a new employee, you were a volunteer foster mother for kittens all across the state. You were currently fostering the eighth generation, which happen to be made up of eight cats, (two cats and six kittens) who were reported to have been abandoned in a dumpster. You were so glad you had acted quickly, taking them in before they could be euthanized. These little guys were fortunate enough to be in your care.

You skipped outside and danced toward your awesome Nightfury car (which happened to be a Jaguar). When you finally got your own car, you had decided that you would spray paint it to have green eyes and glowing blue nose, just like Toothless from "How to Train your Dragon". It even had the mechanical tail painted in the trunk! It defiantly stood out from other cars and your were proud of it.
Once inside your awesome car, you immediately turned it on and checked the radio for stations.
After a few clicks and finding nothing good, you blew a raspberry while sticking your tongue out and quickly blasted the song "Space Unicorn" full volume from your phone instead. You've had a love for this song ever since you heard it on "Star vs. the forces of Evil".
Singing along with the cute song you choose, you tore away from the driveway like it were on fire. It's not at all that you were running late, but you were so stoked! And also you wanted to have a good impression.
That was important.
Also, the fact that you were working at all excited you greatly. After all, finding a job in the summer wasn't easy because everyone was hunting for one at the same time. You were lucky to have landed a position anywhere, even if the place it was at wasn't entirely ideal.

As you drove, the excitement from the morning started to ware off and you caught yourself thinking about how you were going to present yourself.
Sure you were excited, but deep inside you were nervous!
You have always had a problem with openly talking to people you didn't know very well. You remember very well that your parents would always complain about you never wanting to approach anyone, not even a fast-good counter to order food!

Ever since you were a little kid, you were more shy, and you hadn't made much friends.
But you didn't care at all about being 'Popular'.
The friends you did have were the best, so you literally couldn't find yourself complaining.
You had a motto for these kind of friend situations; "If I'm to become friends with someone, they have to prove that they will be my friend as well." A good motto if you do say so yourself, and you do.

"Freddy Fazbear's Pizza..." You caught yourself saying out loud, after your song had finished, realizing you forgot to hit the shuffle button to keep the songs coming. It was a restaurant/arcade type of establishment geared toward entertaining smaller children. It hadn't been open long enough for you to know much about it, and you were far too old to be a customer without having your own kid.

Not that you wanted a kid at all of course.

You already had your hands full with your REAL babies.

Your job was watching over the little terrors and making sure none of them killed each other. Basically, glorified babysitting. Murmuring with contempt, your eyes shifted off to space in remembering your interview with the manager just a few days prior...

"So you're looking to employ me as a security guard?" You asked the man at the desk, who sat puffing through his thick cigar. For some strange reason, he reminded you of Mayor Dewy from Steven Universe. It took all of your strength to not hold your nose in disgust as the smell wafted in. He shook his head, tapping the end so that ash fell into a crystal tray.

"In a way, yes. But since this would be your first time working anywhere, I'll probably start you off as an 'assistant' of sorts. You'll work with another one of the guards, watch over at times or places that they can't, and then alert them if there's any trouble. I wouldn't expect you to do anything aggressive should something like that happen."

At this, you leaned forward a bit in the chair, curious. Originally you'd been looking to be a waitress or hostess. Was 'assistant' even a legitimate job title? But whateves, you held your tongue before voicing any complaints. After all, it was basically a policing job without any of the heavier responsibilities. And you knew you were more than ready for any 'heavier responsibilities' if any should pop up. However, you were slightly grateful someone else would be able to take care of that for you if needed.

"Alright then. So who will I be working with?"

Once your keys were pulled from the ignition, you took a deep, calming breath and wasted no further time heading inside the restaurant. Your heart was pounding with anticipation. You pushed open the doors at the entrance, immediately falling victim to sensory overload. It was incredibly cold, (like you had thought), and filled by a choir of squealing kiddies.

You felt a bit awkward standing there, waiting for someone to approach you and point you in the right direction. Your eyes averted left and right while moving away from the entrance of the door, searching for anyone that might have been a worker.

What you finally noticed was the glimmer of a golden badge, not unlike a policeman's. Looking at the guy, you... Had an uneasy feeling about him. And it wasn't just because he was covered head to toe in the color purple. Just once glance at his posture caused you to raise an eyebrow in suspicion.
The only thing that particularly caught your eye, (besides that he was fully purple) was the high pony tail he wore. It reminded you of Sokka from one of you favorite show 'Avatar the Last Airbender'.

Except that this guy's was boring compared to Sokka's.

You don't know exactly why, but you were hoping he wouldn't look in your direction. But the wearer of the badge wasn't looking at you. His head, which was a very dark shade of purple, was tilted the opposite way, slowly turning as if following something. That something turned out to be a someone.
A someone with a red telephone for a head. Also wearing a badge.

He seemed a bit angry while addressing the other worker, his hands thrashing from one direction to the next. He had quite the advantage in height, but the other man didn't seem visibly intimidated. In fact, you picked up on something that sounded like laughter bubbling from where he stood. You pressed your lips into a thin line.
'What on earth are they talking about?'

The phone-man paused, looked over toward the entrance and noticed you standing alone. As if by some sort of knee-jerk reaction, you waved back with a small smile, hoping to finally be given some direction. On cue, he left his spot and sped over to you, abandoning his colleague in the process.

"Ah, you must be (Y/N)!" He said happily. His voice had this strange static filtering through it. Very much the same quality of a phonecall. You nodded once, initiating a good strong handshake since that's what you'd always been taught to do when meeting superiors. His hands were solid black and covered in dry bandages. "I like your shirt!"

"Oh thanks! I love Gravity Falls, you a fan?!" You asked jokingly.

"Yea! I was a big fan of that show when I was younger! And Dipper used to be my favorite! You can call me Scott," He said chuckling, his thin eyebrows lifting.

"Oh awesome sauce!" You said, beaming even more. "Are you my partner for the day?"

Suddenly, Scott's hand tore from yours and he scratched the plastic on his head nervously. Your head cocked slightly wondering why he suddenly became nervous.

"A-Actually...no," He stuttered. "I wish that were the case. This week you're going to be working with-"

"Did someone say partner?"

Immediately your attention was stolen by the man from before, who appeared out of nowhere like a ghost. A very purple ghost. This caused you to stiffen slightly, you lip twitch up for a second.

Indeed. It wasn't just his clothing or hair, but his very skin was a rich, vibrant purple. You would've expected his eyes to share the same attributes, though you quickly discovered he had no irises at all, but rather giant white saucers that seemed to bend and distort with his cartoonish expressions. You usually loved cartoons but this... This was just weird. Right now they were wide, pointed towards you, preceded by a long, toothy grin that broke out on his face.

"Who's the new girl?"

Something about the way he said it, in such a dark, husky tone like he was trying out for some raunchy hotline instantly rubbed you the wrong way.
Your lip twitched slightly; You hadn't quite started the new job yet and already you realized there would be a creep to deal with.

'Well darn poop heck darn'
You thought to yourself.

"Vincent, this is (Y/N)."
'Oh I really wish you hadn't told him that'
"...She's going to be your assistant throughout the afternoon."

Your eyebrows fell flat. There was that word again. 'Assistant.'

Vincent bit his lip, a chuckle falling through his teeth. "Ah yeah, assistant. Sounds like a great time."

At this you crossed your arms and tilted your head down in a "Really?" angle. If you've had shades, you could have seen yourself flicking them down in an awesome way.

Scott slapped a palm against the side of his face and ran it down, causing a loud plastic squeak. He turned to you, and you responded by staring back at his dial.

"To put it delicately...Vincent's a bit of a problem here at Freddy Fazbear's, and the boss is working on getting him out of here as soon as possible," He explained, much to your... Somewhat surprise. Way to bury the lead, as Dipper once said.

"Like HELL he is," Vincent spat, brows slanted angrily, causing you to shift your eyes back and forth between the two men. Scott ignored him and released a loud sigh. "Just so we're clear (Y/N), this wasn't my idea. But I'm afraid I have to take the night shift this week, otherwise I'd be more than happy to help you get started."

Not knowing either of them very well, or what kind of shenanigans fell under the radar, you just bobbed your head and over bit your lip in a silly way in response, unsure of what to say.

"Just remember, if Vincent gives you any real trouble, be sure to let me know."
Stepping away from Vincent slightly, you gave Scott a quick thumbs up in response, still keeping the over bite until you spoke.

"Will do bruh"
You said smiling slightly.

You liked Scott, you could tell right away you could trust him. And being a fellow Gravity Falls fan helped.

"Yeah, he'll punish me nice and good," Vincent intervened suavely, his mood changing so fast it could give anyone whiplash.

'Eww'

You couldn't help but think to yourself once he said that.

With another loud breath, Scott wished you luck and gave you a few more pointers about the restaurant, tacking on reluctantly that if you had anything else you were curious about, to just ask Vincent. Before long he was out the door, belongings in tow, leaving you alone with the purple pervert.

As you watched Scott fade into the distance beyond the glass doors, you heard a throat clearing from behind.

Your head slowly turned and you found Vincent smirking at you. Not revealing his devilish teeth, but it still brought about this uneasiness in you.
You two were alone together now.
And that thought alone made you want to get move'n.

But there was something very important you felt needed to be addressed. Something that did not make you happy at all.

"Um, couldn't you get in trouble for some of the things you say to him?" You asked, brows furrowed almost angrily as you jutted a thumb behind you in the direction Scott had disappeared in.
"Some of that counts as, oh I don't know, harassment."

"Trust me, he complains. He complained a lot before learning to accept it," Vincent said, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Boss doesn't do much about it. He's too desperate to keep this place from getting understaffed to actually fire me."

Your face twisted and you dropped your arm.
That was pretty downright disgusting. This guy got away with dropping unwanted innuendos?
No repercussions?
You were now seriously questioning if working here was a good idea. Your parents wouldn't like you working in this environment and you wouldn't either.

"Well that doesn't really seem expectable. I would have defiantly have left if that happened. He must be pretty loyal to this place then." You stated.

You knew for sure you would have done the same a long time ago. Anything would be better than getting daily unwanted advances by someone like Vincent.

Surely after a while, you would crack. And by crack you meant do things that would probably get you in jail.

You chuckled sarcastically in your head about that.
'It would probably be worth it too, if I didn't have to think about my family and my kitties.'

"If he left, then he would not be able to see me everyday. No way would that happen."

Your stomach knotted at his response. You realized with immense dread that you would be stuck working with this guy every day yourself.
Every second spent with him thus far felt like he was undressing you with his eyes.
That thought alone made you cross your arms over your chest and scratch your leg with your foot.

This guy was not to be trusted.

"Ssssooooooo..." You said as an awkward silence started to build up.

Bllllaarrgggg.

You decided that even though this guy totally didn't deserve it, you would try to be a little nice to him. He was going to be your new *sigh* partner after all. An ice breaker question should help.

"You, uh, ever heard of the show Gravity Falls?"

You asked, rubbing a hand behind your head nervously with a goofy smile.

Vincent gave you a weird look.

"That sounds like a retarded show for toddlers." He retorted.

Your face fell, replaced with a merciless glare.

Oh

No

He

Did

Not

Just

Say

That!!

"I'll have you know"

You seethed through clenched teeth, pointing a finger at him accusingly.

"That Gravity Falls has a big mystery element to it, and humor that goes over kid's heads!"

You threw down you finger and crossed your arms angrily, looking away from him. Vincent stared at you like you were crazy.

"Uh, ok..." He said, obviously confused as to why you were acting this way.

After a while, you sighed to yourself and felt your shoulders relax. Everyone has their own opinions after all, and even though he has no idea what he's talking about, he is obliged to them, even if he's so wrong...

You jumped a little when a small touch broke you out of your thoughts.

On instinct, you took a step back away from him. You realized he had something in his hand.

"Whoa hands off please." You said, not at all comfortable with his quick advance. Vincent had stepped toward you, wanting to close the distance between the two of you to an uncomfortable degree.

Luckily you were not gonna just 'let that happen'.

Vincent cast you a surprised look before returning to a smirk.
"Of course," He said cooly. "Wouldn't want to make you... Uncomfortable on the first day."

You rolled your eyes at that and quickly held out your hand.
"Whatever you were about to give me just put it here please." You said with authority.

Chuckling darkly, he dropped the small object in your hand. Pulling it back quickly, you took a second to look at it.

However, before you could make out exactly what it was that was in your hand, Vincent suddenly creeped closer.

You flashed your head up, putting the thing in your purse and backed up some more.
To your surprise, he simply walked past you, smirking at your reaction to his closeness.
When he spoke, despite the distance you kept, you could feel his hot breath panning out across your face as he passed. You scrunched it in response.

"Welcome to the party, (Y/N)."

You could've sworn he'd leaned in even closer when you heard,
"You and I are in for a lot of fun."

'UH, HECK NO PERV!'

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