A/N: Hello there! I want to say a few things and clear some points before we start.

First of all, my first language isn't English so there might be some silly mistakes here and there. I try to correct everything but it sometimes slips. I'm sorry about that. If you're kind enough to point out what is wrong, I'll change it asap.

Second point. Though Purple Guy's name here is Vincent, that's all I got for Rebornica's character. The rest of him might be different, along with his physical appearance. I decided to give him that name because I actually love it.

Third thing: I tend to do a lot of character development, thus chapters are long and have a lot of thoughts about the protagonists' emotions, feelings, and all of that. This might be kind of boring to some people, so if you're looking for a action-based fic (I guess I can call them that) then I'm sorry to say this is not for you. Or maybe... Don't know, just a piece of advice.

Here you have the list of ships that will be in this fic. Some are just one-sided and, of course, not all of them will be the main focus of the fic:

Purple Guy x Own Character

Marionette (The Puppet) x Own Character

Purple Guy x Phone Guy

Mike Schmidt x Jeremy Fitzgerald

Foxy x Mangle

Freddy x Chica

Mangle x Toy Chica

I'll probably add more later but that's what I've planned so far.

WARNING: This fic will include a lot of swearing and suggestive themes, homosexuality, fetishism, abuse, probably a bit of gore, and also smut later on. I'll add a warning on each chapter just so everyone is fine. In this one, just swearing and I guess suggestive themes.

DISCLAIMER: All characters presented here belong to Scott Cawthon, excepting, of course, my own characters.

DISCLAIMER: The cover image belongs to ShooterSP. Visit her (I belive is a girl) at DeviantArt. She does amazing art.

More Psycho Than You
Chapter I
New Kid on the Pizzeria

The infuriating alarm clock ripped her right off of her sweet dream. Caroline growled and turned off the alarm, which was set to sound at eight o'clock. The black-haired young girl sat on her bed, yawning, with a bit of a sad face. She hated morning, especially when she was having such a beautiful dream: she dreamed she lived at a house made of sugar, instead of her old house. With her, of course, lived both her older sister and her grandfather, and they were really happy and carefree. But oh well, dreams were just that, and it wouldn't do any good to her situation to sink on them. Thus, she stood up and went to the bathroom, ready to the new day.

When she got out of the bathroom now fresh and totally awaken, she walked downstairs to the dinning room. And as usual, sat down in the small table and drinking some coffee was Cataline, her older sister: her blood-red hair was free and messy, her grey eyes attached to the newspaper, a little smile on her pink lips. Caroline didn't need to look at the newspaper to know she was reading some tragedy. She remembered another detail of her dream: in it, Cataline was sane.

"Morning" she said, trying to place a good face to hard times. Cataline took a moment to end her reading, then folded the newspaper and stared at her, her smile widening.

"Hello, Caroline" she greeted, sipping her coffee. Caroline always found it odd that her sibling called her by her full name, when other people would just address her as Caro. Then again, she was odd with everything.

"Any good new?" she asked, passing by her side and toasting some bread. Cataline shrugged.

"Well, I would say just a new new" she replied.

"What is it?"

"You better sit down".

Caroline did, and she couldn't tell if Cataline was happy, or upset, or sad. She would always smile at her, not matter what. She could be mean with others, but with her she was always softer. That didn't mean she didn't boss her around but hey, at least she knew she could actually feel something for her, even if she felt nothing to others. In any case, it was really hard to figure out what the red-head was thinking.

"Well, news are that I'm going to say hello to good old Grandpa" she said, her eyes shining. Caroline's jaw dropped to the floor, and Cataline chuckled. "Yes, as you heard it. The retirement home called me earlier this morning. They told me that he is making a lot of progress, and that he desires to come home, but he still needs more help. So, to light up his life, I decided I'll go live with him for a while. Well... mostly help him but hey, Grandpa is Grandpa, and it will be fuuuuuuun~".

Right, their grandfather (more like a mother and father) suffered a bit of dementia, but according to the doctors, it could be cured. With her heart half-broken (Cataline was almost devastated) they sent him to the retirement home at the big city, where they could help him. Her older sister would visit him all the weekends, but since they needed more money to keep up with the exes, she could only write letters. Now, it has been almost two years, and for what Cataline said, medicine was actually curing him.

"So, how long will you be gone?" she asked, making Cataline tilt her head.

"You're already giving me permission?" she asked back, her smile dropping, one brow raised.

"Yeah, you're visiting Grandpa, not going to a killing spree or something" she joked, but Cataline didn't laugh, as it was something she probably desired to do in the deepest of her soul.

"Have you thought that if I'm gone that means no income? That you'll be home alone? That you'll have to get a job? That if I go it would probably mean Grandpa will be out sooner and that means more money needed? Hmm?" she questionated. Caroline sighed, wanting to slap herself. Yes, Cataline was always the cunning, the most intelligent, the observant, but that didn't mean she had to be so stupid. Besides, when she was so moony and vague, she would trigger Cataline's... creepiness, and she didn't want that. She sighed.

"N-no, but I'm sure I'll get a job... I can go to school on weekends anyway..." she said. Damnit, she hated so much to be totally dependant on Cataline. The older always took care of her, and since she dropped school because of her 'desires', she insisted that she —Caroline— had to at least end highschool, so that caused her to not work. "And when he comes home well... We'll figure it out, right?"

"Yes, but you have to keep studying, okay? If it's much preassure then I'll send you money or something" Cataline said, smiling again. "And I'll be gone for a month or so, so have fun. If you're going to fuck, use condom".

Caroline blushed madly. She was only eighteen, hardly legal! Cataline knew she hated it with her sexual jokes, but she couldn't do anything about it.

"C'mon, lighten up. I did the hard job for you and actually got you a job" Cataline informed, sipping the last of her coffee.

"Why didn't you told me that to begin with?"

"I wanted to see how disposed you were about having to work" Cataline had her Cheshire smile again, this time full of satisfaction.

"Well then, how did you get me a job?"

"You remember Fritz, right?" Cataline asked. The black-haired nodded; Fritz was a good friend of both girls. "Well, he is willing to give you his place at his work, since he can't hold it anymore and wants a change of ambience. And I do recall you like kids" she explained, though she didn't say the name of the work. But Caroline loved kids, and that was the hook Cataline placed for her.

"Where?" asked the younger. Cataline smirked, put and arm around her sister's shoulders and passed her hand slowly in front of them.

"Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! Neat, huh?"

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, the legendary place that brought happiness to all the kids in the small city. There was Caroline, stepping out of Cataline's motorcycle and placing the helmet on the small box at the back of the engine. She gulped, quite nervous. Catalina was also the good at relations, over confident and limitlessly charismatic. She on the other hand was really, really shy, but as Cataline pointed out, people tended to like more someone cute and shy than someone as creepy as her, so that kind of bring up Caroline's confidence.

"Just tell the boss you want the day shift in replacement of your pal Fritz" said Cataline, her voice slightly muffled by the helmet she wear, "or else he'll give you night shift, and according to Fritz, you don't want that".

"Oh well... Okay, thanks and be careful" replied Caroline. Cataline shrugged and she could only imagine the sadistic smile she had under the helmet.

"I'll try not to run over many people. Good luck, don't let anyone touch your butt or else I'll cut the bastard's hand off~" sang Cataline and went off, speeding like a madman. Caroline chuckled at her last commentary, knowing well she would actually be capable of so. With a sigh, she entered the building, which was just opening. She guessed mornings weren't really that busy since most children were at school.

First thing she saw when she entered was a bunch of women here and there. Some were younger, some older, but they all stared at her with curiosity and other with coldness, as if her presence was annoying. Caroline gulped, uncomfortable. She evaded making eye contact and walked to were Cataline told the office would be.

When she reached the office she was greeted by a tall, slightly fat, man. He wear a hat, had blonde hair and light blue eyes, just like hers. His name was David, and though he meant no harm, he kind of scared her when he immediately agreed to her being a guard at days. Cataline said he might as well be bad to persuade, and it turned out to be so easy.

"You will be like, the first girl to ever by a guard here at Freddy's" he said. "Are you sure you can handle it?"

Confidence. She needed to have confidence in herself.

"Yes, I am" she replied, surprising herself. It was almost the first time she could reply to someone who wasn't her sister without stuttering.

"Very well! I might say I like your attitude, young lady" he added, with a grin on his face. Caroline didn't pay attention to it and smiled back, shyly. "Ah, I must have someone to teach you around. Please excuse me for a second..." David said, and left her there. She was really happy, and excited. It was the first time she would be working, and she had set to herself the goal of be perfect. "Here we are. Caroline, please meet Scott" the deep voice of her new boss said. She stood up and turned around, encountering with a really tall male. He had brown hair, hazel eyes and peachy skin, along with a gentle smile.

"Hi Caroline" he greeted, holding his hand out. Caroline took it and shook it.

"Hi Scott".

"You'll be teaching her around the basics an all of that, yes? Give her some tips, explain the rules, you know..." said the boss, patting his belly. Scott nodded and pointed her to the hall, and they promptly leave.

Yes, this seemed like a good place to work. She shouldn't have expect less from Cataline.

Maybe Cataline was a bit wrong.

It wasn't that the work by itself was bad, and on the contrary, it was really nice. Her new co-workers were all kind, even the rest of the waitresses and nannies that once stared at her with hatred now were friendly, quite impressed that she was there to be a guard and not one of them. Kids weren't a problem neither, they were all precious to Caroline's eyes. The problem were their parents, all shouting at her or at the nannies, telling them how to do their work, or denying little Tim did something bad. It was getting on Caroline's nerves but oh well, she just had to stay a bit away from the party rooms, just the necessary to not be seen so easily.

Sighing and wondering how much 'fuuuuuuuun' was having Cataline, the black-haired glanced at the clock on one of the walls: six o'clock. Day was going quite faster, maybe because even with the annoying parents, she was having her own fun with the children. Some of them had even asked her name. So cute!

Distracted, Caroline walked through the pizzeria, her mind setted to find Scott and chat with him. She smiled a bit when she saw the animatronics performing. Scott told her most people there found them creepy, but she didn't understood why. They were just adorable, and her favorite was the yellow female chicken. When Scott told her he knew someone that found her quite sexy for a robot, Caroline couldn't help but laugh.

It didn't take her long to find Scott at the entrance of the building. She noticed he was talking to somebody, so she stopped on her tracks, looking at the stranger. It was a male, a bit shorter than Scott himself. He was wearing a simple purple t-shirt along with jeans. He had pale skin, was rather thin, and his hair was dyed a dark shade of purple, so dark it was almost black. It also was tied in a messy ponytail. She raised a brow and approached, trying to be calm. Goddamn her nervousness.

"...my place or yours?" was asking the strange male with a lazy smile on his lips. Caroline admired the purple-haired man's profile, and she felt her face warmer when Scott pointed at her and both males gazed at her, her eyes meeting the stranger's ones. She lost her breath at that pair of odd yet beautiful lilac eyes, her cheeks getting redder than before.

"Oh, hi" she said shyly. Scott, who was also smiling before her arrival, turned to the other male.

"She's Caroline, the new kid. She took Fritz's shift" he explained to his friend. Caroline rememberd how Cataline greeted 'new friends', but she felt a bit awkward when she held her hand out, feeling too formal. The man took her hand. However, he didn't shake it; instead he wrapped his fingers around hers and bring her hand over to his lips, kissing her nuckles, that smile widening.

"My pleasure to meet you. I'm Vincent" he said, letting go her hand. She was really blushed now.

"N-nice to meet you, V-Vincent" she stuttered. Well shit, there went her pride. Vincent chuckled and shrugged.

"I'll see you both in a minute. You know, if that bastard sees me without the uniform..." he left the thought in the air and went to the door that read Employees Only. Scott guided Caroline to the kitchen, stating he was quite hungry. Caroline didn't respond, as she was thinking about that guy. The way he acted... it kind of reminded her of Cataline...

"Hey, I know he's charming, but I'm here" said Scott, pretending to be offended. Caroline laughed but blushed again.

"I-is he your boyfriend?" she asked, remembering the question Vincent was asking he. Now it was Scott's turn to blush.

"W-what? Gee, no! We're just friends. What an active imagination you have" he said, crossing his arms. Caroline smirked at her friend uneasiness.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I though I heard him saying something about places..."

"Yes, but that doesn't imply anything. Have you never go to a friend's place to watch some movie or whatever?" replied Scott. Caroline sighed. How she could tell him that she actually was quite lonely?

She didn't need to answer as they arrived to the kitchen. Scott started pleading the young girl there to give them both a pizza, but she denied it saying she was late with two orders since Gretta (her co-worker) had the day off. Caroline looked around while Scott pleaded and pleaded, and she jumped when out of nowhere she encountered again with lilac eyes, Vincent appearing at the door without making a sound. He looked at her then at Scott's back, smirking.

"See how things are done" he told her with a wink, making her heart beat faster. Caroline watched how Vincent approached the other two, and he quickly shoved Scott aside. He then leaned on the counter, smirking slightly wider. Scoot crossed his arms and returned by Caroline's side. She saw Vincent and the young female spoke.

"What is he doing?" she asked quietly. Scott sighed.

"He's spreading his charm to her. You see, many girls here have a thing for him" he explained, amused. "I told you he was charming".

Caroline felt something heavy on her stomach, though she didn't understood what it was. As she was trying to put her finger on it, Vincent returned to them and signaled to the door. They all exited.

"Tina says she'll make our pizza right now" he said, a triumphant look in his eyes. "I hope you like mushrooms, Caroline" he added. She nodded.

"I do actually".

"What did you tell to Tina? Meet after her shift is over at the back of the building?" asked Scott, now smirking. The three of them sat at a small table on Kid's Cove.

"Jealous?" asked Vincent. Scott just rolled his eyes. "I actually told her we could spend the night together" he said, raising a shoulder. Caroline gulped. Was he really going to... lay with her just for pizza?

Scott laughed and so did Vincent a bit latter. Caroline raised a brow, again confused. Scott shook his head and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"You see, that's both impossible and hilarious because this man here" he said, pointing with his thumb to Vincent, "works the night shift of the pizzeria. That means he doesn't have free nights. And even if she stayed with him, she would be more interested on surviving the animatronics rather than sucking his d-...".

"Oh I get it" quickly said Caroline, blushing a bit. God, she hated being so uncomfortable by swearing and sex. Vincent noticed and chuckled. Caroline cleared her throat. "Well huh, not at all. What do you mean 'surviving the animatronics'?"

"Well, Caroline, nights here are more a living nightmare than anything else" said Vincent, Scott nodding solemnly. "These animatronics just became so furious at night, and they try to eat your face off".

"That's horrible!" squealed the girl, covering her mouth. "A-and you keep working here at nights knowing that?"

"It quite easy once you got the rhythm of the night" Vincent said shrugging casually, then placing his hands on the back of his head. Caroline glanced at him, like hypnotised, before looking away and blushing.

"Yeah, now I understand why my sister wanted me to insist about having the day shift" she said, sighing. Talking about Cataline always relaxed her. Well, most of the time.

"You have a sister?" asked both Scott and Vincent.

"Yeah, she might be around your age. She's five years older than me" she explained. "We are both good friends of Fritz, and they practically got the job for me since she's aw-..."

"Hey, no! Don't do that!" shouted Scott surprisingly, making Caroline jump. He rushed towards a bunch of kids that were doing God knows what to something Caroline identified as another animatronic.

"So, your sister got you a job at an old, stinky and dangerous pizzeria, knowing that they could've given you the night shift" said Vincent, smiling malevolently at Caroline.

"I-it sounds so bad when you put it that way" she laughed. If she didn't know her sister, she would be quite terrified.

"You know, it's actually refreshing to see such a cutey like you working here" stated Vincent in a matter of fact tone, winking flirtly at her. She felt her face so warm she was sure they could heat the pizza in it.

Cataline would surely have a lot of fun on her visit to Grandpa. And for once, Caroline thought she would also be having a good time.

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