Vincent lingered around much longer than you'd anticipated, effectively tinting the atmosphere with severe awkwardness. He kept staring at you with those wide, lifeless eyes of his. You had a sort of staring contest, not wanting to back out, but you became bored and frustrated quickly so to avoid his glare, your own eyes dropped down to the thing he gave you in your hand. Upon actual inspection, you discovered that it a badge... But not.
It was a little piece of paper that said 'Helper' on it in gritty red letters. Like a wall had been used in place of a tabletop. With a half-lidded gaze, you glanced at Vincent to find him grinning smugly.
"Made it just for you, has a somewhat better ring than 'assistant', don't you think," He said, his voice dropping a few octaves before adding, "Sweetheart?"
Right then and there, not letting your eyes leave his disgusting face, you tore it half, tearing it price by piece, before dropping it dramatically over a nearby trashcan with your hands open wide, finishing it off with a little jazz motion.
You we smiling slightly, eyebrows raised, not letting any real emotion show through as you did, scanning his face for any reaction.
You saw his face twist from a smirk, to wide eyes, then to a small frown, and then back to a smirk. He raised a hand up to cover his mouth in a calm way, trying to hold in a chuckle.
With a, still forced grinning, scoff, you decided it was time to get out and see the world of Fazzbear entertainment by yourself. Turning your back away from him, you made your way to the door, hand on the handle.
But before you opened it, you spin around quickly, making sure he wasn't sneaking up on you when your back was turned.
"Oh, and don't ever call me 'sweetheart' mmk?"
Spinning around, you kept your composure with a high head, opened the door, and left. But a second later you opened it again and stuck your head in.
"And don't follow me, I don't want a stalker on my back a-thank-you-very-much."
You then retreated your head, kicked the door closed, and waltzed off in a new direction.
Upon leaving the room with the purple perv, you let out a satisfied sigh, your interest to get a look around and see what sort of activities this place had to offer coming back to you.
A child ran past you laughing, wearing an eyepatch and hook on his hand, and when you turned toward his retreating figure, you found that Vincent was following you. He stopped when you stopped, lips pursed as if he were suppressing a laugh.
Gggrrrrreeeeaaaatttt, so he was a stalker, like you suspected.
"Can I help you?" You asked, not bothering to conceal your annoyance. Vincent's permanent smile seemed to stretch even farther.
"I'm just making sure my little helper isn't getting herself lost," He said playfully.
You would've returned the smile in a similar manner if anyone else had said it. But this guy had already left a majorly bad impression upon meeting him. You were not having any of it.
"Haha, get lost, right... Now how should I tell you this..." You said, pondering you lip, "...uh... Oh yea, how about you get lost please?"
Vincent snorted. "Oh. You're the feisty type, I see. I can get behind that."
He suddenly reached out to grab you, but you quickly stepped back a good couple feet with your arms up, pushing them out like he was some wild animal.
"Whoa! Slow down! Don't eject your core champ!" You smiled in your head, knowing you had just used a Bravest Warriors quote.
Vincent smirked again, despite the fact you had gotten away from him.
"Aww come on, I only want to take you on a little tour~"
Faster than lightning, he lunged forward, reaching out to try and grab you ruffly on the arm again, but to his surprise, you deflected his hand away and dodged under him.
"What?!" He growled.
Turning back toward you, he made another grab at you, but you just did the same, except this time you pushed him forward into a wall. His hand banged into the wall and he let out a groan of pain.
Angrily, he turned back to face you only to realize that some of the parents started staring at you and him with worrisome and suspicious eyes.
You were also staring at him with an angry look, your arms crossed and hip bent, raised eyebrow to top it off.
Clearing his throat, he showed no embarrassment as he told the small audience that there was nothing going on and to go about their business, which surprisingly they did.
He then turned back to you with angry eyes, a small snarl forming on his lips.
"Why you little-"
But before he could say anything bad, you closed your eyes and shook you head upward, as well as wave your pointer finger back and forth, your arms still crossed.
"Wait wait, before you talk, let's make something real clear, right now..."
You opened your eyes and stared straight at him without an ounce of fear.
"You do not touch me. No one is allowed to touch me. Physical contact is not part of the job contract that I sighed. Don't you dare think that just because you won't get fired from here means that you won't get into any trouble. You can't do whatever you want. Furthermore, you don't need to drag me around with your filthy purple mitts to give me a tour. In fact I don't even need a tour! I am perfectly capable of figuring out where stuff is. But you know what? I'm going to follow you anyways, because I don't want to get in trouble with Boss in case you decided to tattletale my 'uncooperation' to him."
You were tapping your foot through your little speech, and when you finished, you extended an arm in the direction he was probably going to drag you off to.
"So lead the way Purple man."
Vincent stared at you with a blank expression, his anger disappearing off his face. When you were done speaking, his smile returned and he chuckled darkly, shaking his head like he had just heard a ridiculous joke.
"Is something funny Vincent?"
You said in a high pitched tone, suddenly looking happy and cheerful.
"You laughing at the fact that you're so slow that you couldn't even grab hold of a little girl?!"
You batted your eyelashes mockingly at him.
He stopped laughing, a hint of annoyance flash in his eyes before smirking.
"Hmm~, your much more interesting than I thought... that mouth of yours is going to get you killed one day though..."
Before you could say something about that, his eyes suddenly widened with excitement.
"Come on then, I'll show you around!"
He declared, moving past you deeper into the pizzeria, as if nothing had happened and you two were close friends. He stopped near you and smiled with those demon teeth.
"Unless you're too scared~"
He whispered as he walked off. You scoffed and followed him slowly, still keeping your distance.
'Whatever weirdo'
You thought you yourself, still not happy with the fact that you were forcing yourself to follow the creep.
'At least I sent a message he won't forget anytime soon. Don't mess with the best!'
At this you smiled as you headed down the long halls of the pizzeria.
Vincent guided you from one room to the next, explaining the purpose of each and every environment.
During which, kids of all ages were whizzing past you in pastel blurs.
Vincent effortlessly dodged them all like his legs were made of fluid. You just waited as the kids ran past you before catching up with the purple man.
At this, the purple menace grinned. "Come on (Y/N)~, you've got to move faster than that!" He laughed.
"Well sorry but I would rather not risk stepping on kids alright?!" You retorted, making your way over to him.
You saw his hand twitch slightly, probably thinking about trying to grab you again, but you made sure he kept his hands to hisself with a single shake of your head, arms crossed. You heard him growl slightly as he turned away from you and continued on.
What the heck was this guy's deal?
Why was he so intent on dragging you around?
Or maybe the real question is why did he want to touch you?
A forced shiver ran down your spine.
You decided to not think about it until it really mattered and right now if you were zoning, he could see a chance and take it.
And there was not way you were ever going to let that happen.
He was not gonna feed off your vulnerability.
You were proud of yourself though, if you had not spoken and stepped up when you did, he'd probably thought he had control over you.
"Anyway," He said, his smile returning, as he stopped a little short, making you back up a step, like nothing had happened. "This is where the bathrooms are," He said, pointing to the aforementioned doors.
"This is the party room," He said, this time gesturing towards a wide dining area with a stage. The curtains were drawn apart, and your brow lifted with curiosity.
You knew the restaurant had animal mascots but you'd never seen them in person. Not even the day you applied.
You loved animals, so you couldn't help but smile a little at the robotic bunny, bear, and chicken.
You turned back to Vincent, to discover that he wasn't there anymore.
"Vincent?" You called, but received no answer.
Stifling a gasp, your eyes darted back and forth nervously as you forced yourself to walk on.
A part of you was happy he was gone, you didn't like dealing with him.
But you were concerned that this was a trick.
'He left? Why would he suddenly just do that?'
You whipped around, making sure he wasn't sneaking up on you, but there was no one there. Just people staring at you awkwardly at you sudden movement.
Sighing, you decided that Vincent wasn't worth worrying about and that you should continue exploring by yourself.
Walking down the hallway, you came across a door with no label. Figuring it wouldn't hurt to check it out, you opened the door to see a small room with a bunch of cleaning supplies. There wasn't a working light, so you couldn't see all the way in the back of the room.
"Oh, a closet" You said shrugging.
Turning away, you were about to close the door when out of nowhere, you let out a small shriek as you felt yourself get pulled backward in a whiplash. Before you knew it, there was darkness everywhere followed by a door slamming.
You tried to regain your balance before you could fall over and/or slam your head into a shelf, as the force that was pulling you let go.
"Well well well, look who finally put her guard down.~"
Without waiting a second, you lunged yourself toward the door, fiddling with the door knob to find, to your horror, that it was locked.
"HELP HELP IM TRAPPED IN HERE WITH A MANIAC! PLEASE HELP ME THE DOOR IS LOCKED!"
You yelled, trying to kick the door down. You knew it wouldn't break, but maybe someone would notice and go get help.
Suddenly you felt yourself get pulled away from the door by strong hands. You desperately tried to hang onto the door knob but it slipped from your hands like oil. You automatically started thrashing and kicking until he let you go, screaming the whole time.
"VINCENT YOU SON OF A VUTURE WASP I SWEAR IF YOU DONT LET ME GO AND UNLOCK THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW, I WILL SCREAM SO LOUD AND THEN TOTALLY LOSE MY MARBLES!"
He just chuckled darkly, suddenly giving you a crushing squeeze. You gasped as you felt the oxygen leave you.
"Don't even bother, the walls here are sound proof, no one will be able to here you scream."
You heard him as he held you tightly around the waist, above the ground in a bear hug.
"Why would you want to leave so soon? Do you want to have fun?~" You heard his voice again.
You started to panic; you were trapped with a phyco in a tiny closet under a breath-crushing hold in total darkness.
As you struggled, you looked over your shoulder to try and find the light from the door. To your surprise, the only 'light' you could see were Vincent's eyes, which were practically glowing with excitement.
"If you stop struggling, I'll let you go~"
He purred in your ear. You reluctantly stopped hitting him. You had no choice, he was constricting you and you felt like you couldn't breath.
Before you could demand what was going through that twisted mind of his, you were suddenly released and a small, weak light started shinning above you.
You gasped out of breath for a couple of seconds. This wasn't quite what you expected. Given his approach to entering this new setting, it wouldn't have surprised you if he had tried to ravage you without question.
But he was being careful.
He knew now how dangerous you could get.
It was hard to make out his features under the dim white lighting, but you could see the lines of his face forming that trademark grin.
"So... Now that you've calmed down a little, are we going to have sexual relations or what?"
He asked casually like this was all part of basic protocol. You would've slapped him if you weren't still trying to breathe.
Gulping in some air, you managed a,
"Are you crazy?! I mean obviously but WHAT?! Not a chance in ever!"
"What?" He asked, shrugging, as if you were the one being unreasonable.
"I mean I figured that's just how you play your game. You're into resistance and all that. Pretending you don't want someone only to be pursued by them turns you on. That's fine, turns me on too. But for real though."
"Hold up!" You shouted.
"Resistance? Turned on? I'm not playing anything, I only just met you today you creep! Now let me out before I kick your sorry butt!"
"As if that really matters," He answered swiftly, ignoring that last part of what you said.
"Come on, you can't tell me you're not into me at all. Scottie is probably the only person to ever turn down my affections, but that's never been the case for women. Ever."
"Then mark me down as the number freaken first!"
You yelled, balling your fists and scowling at him.
Truthfully, you were trying not to shake or stutter and make it apparent just how panicked you were beneath all the rage.
This was really scaring you, and you wanted out NOW.
"You really mean what you say? Being with me doesn't excite you at all?"
"No! You are a disgusting and dirty man! Why would anyone ever be dumb enough to ever want to hook up with you?!"
"Not even with a cute name like 'helper?' That kink practically came gift-wrapped for the both of us and you're saying you don't want to take advantage of it? Our shift even ends at the same time so we could easily-"
"Vincent," You stated sharply. His name tasted acidic.
"You have got to be the worst, most messed up in the head, security guard in the world."
And you had a point. You were both supposed to be watching kids right now. Not shacking up in a closet discussing the mere possibility of hook ups.
You feeling unbelievably dirty.
Vincent just smirked. "You have no idea, babe."
"Do NOT call me babe you sicko!"
You were more distracted by the name than by his admission to being just as rotten as you accused him.
You hated pet names to the max, and you were having none of them.
"So what you're saying,"
He said huskily, suddenly pulling you close by the fabric of your beloved shirt.
"You don't want me? In no way, shape or form?"
"YES! YES I'M SAYING ALL OF THAT! NOW GET YOUR FILTY MITTS OFF ME!"
You lashed out at him, swiping him with your nails that some would call claws, leaving cuts on his arm.
He hissed in response and let your shirt go, but his smile quickly returned as he looked back at you.
To your disgust, you could've sworn you saw his tongue flick the corner of his mouth.
He leaned closer to you, his eyes squinting slightly.
"Not even when we're like this?"
Vincent's mouth was mere centimeters from your own. Besides his breath, you could've sworn you felt the presence of his lips near you.
That's when you snapped.
You punched him right in the kisser.
You heard a crack before a loud groan sounded, his hands flying up to shield it as he cried out in pain.
You wasted no time and quickly kicked him where the sun don't shine.
You heard him gasp in pain as he held his crotch painfully.
"Why you little-"
Before he could say anymore, you pushed him into a shelf. You heard the clacking of keys as it hit the floor and you quickly grabbed them.
Fumbling with them quickly, and despite having almost no light, you found the right one and quickly fit it into the slot.
But before you tired the key, you heard his voice croak out.
"So be it then."
You whipped your head around to see him lying on the floor, still in pain. He shot you a look that said a million things.
"You've made it clear how you feel about me now, but know this; I'll make you want me, (Y/N), one way or another. And before I'm done, you'll be begging me to have you."
You scowled at him, unlocking the door as you did.
"Never in a billion years purple freak."
And with that, you opened the door and left, slamming the horrible room door behind you.
As you walked down the hall, your mind was going 90 miles an hour.
Every part of your being was screaming at you to quit this job and to drive home, never to show your face here again.
There was nothing here worth your time.
But without you, this place would need to find a replacement.
And if it did, the replacement would face the exact same thing you and Scott did.
If you stayed, you would make sure that no one else got hurt if Boss were to hire more employees.
Plus considering what he does to adults, you didn't feel like you could trust him around kids.
You wanted to leave this place behind forever, yes, but you had a job to do. A job to do with him.
Your mind was racing with bitterness.
'He's only messing with me because he feeds off of people's affections and fear, and the assurance that he can have whatever he wants. If I quit, he'll think he won. If I give in to him, I'll be giving him power. I'm not going to let that happen. I'm hella smarter than that. But now that I've plainly rejected him, he should be keeping his dang distance.'
Even though you were sure of yourself, the thought of what other antics he would pull didn't really do much to comfort you.
This had only been the first day.
But you were going to be ready.
No matter what happened.
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