Purple Guy X Reader: Too Pretty To Kill

    Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out a familiar newspaper clipping and mulled over the words describing the closure of this place in a week or so, just like the past restaurants in this chain. Some guy killed more kids, probably the same guy as last time, and he was supposedly caught too. Didn’t stop the closure report though, this place was already sketchy as hell, so it made a lot of sense. You didn’t give two shit about this place anyway. Well, maybe except for one thing: a double shift worker that held the roles of a day security guard and night guard. He was a strange one. Purple hat, purple shirt, purple pants, deep purple hair, and pale purple tinted skin. Either this guy had a serious health issue, or he had waaaaaay too much fin with his purple hair dye. But it could be genetics of course, from whatever… purple people eater family he was raised in. He’d make a good match to the candy blue Bonnie animatronic over there, but he looked like more of a Foxy person that a Bonnie person to you. Regardless of that, he was certainly something to look at, and not just because he was purple, but he was damn attractive looking too for some reason. That was about the only reason you came here: to stare at this lovely yet strange looking man.

    Folding up the article,, you shoved it back into your pocket and resumed staring across one of the party tables at the said roaming security guard, swinging his keys casually as he surveyed the area like his job specified. There was just something about him that drew your attention; whether it be his features, strangely radiated personality, or even just that purple aura about him did it. Regardless of that, it got you staring in an almost dream-like manner.

    Today though in your little one-sided staring contest, this purple guy stopped his slow walk, turned, and stared back at you. You blinked, not quite registering that he practically caught you, and continued to stare dumbly.

    In that moment, he winked and grinned at you with a sly look on his face, clicking his tongue as he resumed swinging his keys and walking on his route around the place, glancing over his shoulder at you briefly before he rounded a corner, whistling the common song you always heard from the Freddy animatronic.

    You blinked again once, twice, and a slow blush diffused across your face as he left with his flirtatious gestures. Was this guy into you or something?! Coughing and shaking your head, you cleared yourself of your thoughts and pulled out a notepad, scribbling in it furiously before sapping it shut.

    “_______, you have a job to do. Don’t flirt, work!  You came here for a reason and not shitty pizza!” You told yourself, slapping the side of your face with your notepad a couple times before standing up.

    It was around evening time. Usual activities died down and people cleared out at about this time. You would have left too, if it wasn’t for a strange compulsion, and order, to stay. Might’ve been the urge to get another glance at that purple guy… Yeah it kinda was. But, that was just one piece of the whole pie. The other bit was you felt like doing some extra investigating today, and your reasons were practically excuses for themselves. After all though, you were a detective that worked undercover on most mysterious murder cases, and the one linked to this restaurant was certainly an interesting one.

    Scrapping the usual routine of packing and going, you instead stood up from the table, and sorta sneaked out of the main party room and into the halls not commonly walked by many people other than the few staff members that there were. Time to do some digging around this low staff dump of a restaurant and get some juice on these alleged murders that occurred a while back. There had to be more story behind the masks of these toy animatronics.

    Tiptoeing though the halls, you danced along the black and white checkered tile for amusement as you moved your way forward. You swore you were six years old at heart most of the time. Coming across an open door in the hall, you stopped and figured it a good idea to peer in. Definitely didn’t look like a place people would have access to, or at least, access to anymore. Leaning in the door, you looked in and scanned the room for anything you would consider suspicious.

    Well… You certainly found something that fit that definition.

    It was an old ripped up version of what looked like Bonnie in the corner collapsed on the floor. You shivered and backed away at the sight, being slightly disturbed at the appearance of the ripped up animatronic, face completely missing and all. Yep, this place was hiding far more than what was being released in the media.

    Going back further into the restaurant, you knew you were past the other two party rooms already, and heading into off limits territory now. Time to get dangerous, as you would always say. Quietly pulling out your note pad, you readied it for anything you felt would need to be documented immediately. Pen at the ready, you slowly creeped into the slightly darkened back room of the establishment, into uncharted territory for what looked to be limited to even a lot of staff as well.

    Walking into the back room, you gazed about in wonder at the unfamiliar surroundings with wide eyes. It was like storage or something, and definitely fit the bill for being a good place for a child killer to hang out in as he or she remained low key as an employee here. Stepping further into the dark room, you seen the outline of what looked to be one of those animatronic suits in the corner, but collapsed and lacking the classic rigid endoskeleton of the others. Upon approaching it, you got quite the shock to see it up close for what it was.

    It looked like a really old model of Bonnie, but a golden yellow colour instead. The real catch though, was that it was severely beat up, wires sticking out of random places on it, and blood stains soiling the outer material. This was obviously used by the killer, and was a terrible and deceptive way to go at killing children: earning their trust and then completely deceiving them. It was dangerous too, considering this was such an old model of these things; one with the spring lock mechanisms.

    “Oh god. That’s so… so crude!” You gasped quietly, finding yourself unable to tear your gaze from the collapse bloody suit.

    “That I am, that I am~!” A voice sang out from behind you in a mocking sort of tone.

    Startled by the voice, you whipped around to find the source of it. The only thing you caught though, was the steel door to the room slowly swinging closed, darkening the room further before a dim light was flicked on, the white light flickering constantly afterwards. In the flickering light stood a single person, and everything he wore and was, was the colour purple.

    “You’re pretty nosey, sneaking in back here aren’t you?” He pondered, snapping the metal key ring he was previously swinging around to his belt. “You’ve ventured into the room that held my secret. Bad idea~!”

    “You… You’re the murderer?!” You stammered out, backing up against the wall a few feet away from the golden animatronic suit. “O-of all people, you?!”

    “Bingo~!” He hummed, approaching you against the wall, a small switchblade flicking out from his left pocket.

    You began to fear for your life suddenly. Looks like you took your investigation a little too far this time.

    “W-why did you kill them?!” You blurted out suddenly. “You, you crazy purple guy!”

    “Personally, I think I’m a little fucked up.” He chuckled, crouching down to your level that you had sunk to on the floor. “Which is why I’m having considerations about you, who found out more that she should have.” He added, looking over his switchblade, glistening in the flickering light that was just enough to emphasise how sharp it was.

    “H-hey! D-don’t even think about it purple gu- EEP!”

    “I do have a name you know.” He said, swiftly pressing the blade up against your throat and cutting off your sentence with your own fear.

    “O-okay! Okay! W-what’s your name then s-sir?” You asked, gulping and feeling your adams apple roll against the edge of the blade.

    “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours, darling~!” He purred.

    God, this guy definitely liked to screw around and play games. “_-_______. My name is _______.” You told him.

    Swiftly, he grabbed your notebook that you had been clutching and flipped it open. “More like Detective _______. The wrong person indeed did stumble along my hidden room.” He mused, tossing your notebook behind him.

    “Whatever! Just tell me your name now before I get slit for calling you purple guy!” You prompted. Beads of sweat forming on your face.

    “Oh, right! Oops~! You can call me Vincent. Security and night guard at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza!” He recited, trying to sound like the trustworthy employee he should be, but isn’t.

    “Right. Vincent. So why did you kill them. Why?!” You asked once again, gaining confidence in your reason.

    He gave you a shrug and a wide sarcastic grin. He really did have no reason in particular at all. You gave your notebook that was thrown out of reach a quick glance, hoping you could get the info down and out to the media.  

    “Don’t even think about it _______. I see your eye on that notebook.” Vincent chastised lightly, forcing your line of sight back to his. “Can’t have you looking at that notebook like you’ve been looking at me the past few weeks~!”

    “P-pardon?”! You choked, a tiny bit of blush coming to your face.

    “Don’t hide it. Every time you came here for your little ‘investigations,’ I always catch you staring at me~! It looks to me that you like what you see. And when you like what you see, you want to get to know ‘em better.” He elaborated, a smirk playing on his lips. “I’m not ALWAYS a cold hearted killer, you know?”

    The blush on your cheeks deepened as you shrunk back against the wall slightly. Yes, he was relatively attractive, and yes, you fully admit to staring at him every time you came here. But there’s still just one problem.

    “You’re a murderer. I can’t just let you go like the-!”

    “I’m sure we can make arrangements.” He mused, pressing the switchblade to your throat again.

    You quietly whimpered in fear, not expecting the knife to come up again. “Please don’t kill me.” You choked out quietly, holding back the urge to cry.

    “Kill you? Heavens no! We just ned the correct arrangements, and it’s all good!” He said casually, removing the knife from the surface of your skin.

    “Why… Why won’t you kill me? Like you did the rest?” You asked quietly, curious enough to dare set foot on what could be the edge of your life and death.

    “Why? It’s rather simple. I fancy killing children more first of all, and second, you’re too pretty to kill.” He answered with a grin. “This is why I feel like we can make a compromise. You don’t have to worry about letting me go and telling the media. Instead, I can spare your life and you can come with me. Be mine, and you live~!”

    Your face was slightly red and heated from the comments, and you stared up at Vincent, life hanging on the line now. He held your chin with one hand and leaned into you, edging on a response. Right now, you cared more about your life than anyone else’s, and considered your options. He was kind of attractive, and besides, you’d finally get to see what it’s like to be the bad guy. It’d spare your life after all.

    “Do we have a deal~?” Vincent urged, tilting your chin up towards him.

    “Vincent… Deal.” You breathed out, answering his question for the sake of your life.

    He grinned widely at this. “Good~! Welcome aboard _______~! I think you’ll have a fun time~!” He hummed with glee, his smirk growing on his face as he suddenly leaned into you and pressed his lips against yours.

    Your face reddened as you pressed yourself against the wall as far as you could again, being shocked by his action. This was sort of a blessing in two ways. One, you weren’t going to die, and two, he WAS attractive. Maybe you could get to know him, and see if this individual really did have another side in particular. Giving in to your infatuation and relief for life, you let him kiss you, and you even kissed back slightly, since this situation was a bit of a ‘fuck it’ one.

    He smirked slightly and ran his right hand from your chin gently down your neck and arm, flipping the switchblade away with his left and putting it back in his pocket. The threat was gone, and a sense of relief came over you.

    Vincent pulled back and gave you a sly sort of look now. “How do you feel about your decision so far _______?”

    “Well, I’m not dead, so I’m feeling pretty good about it.” You answered, breathing out heavily.

    “You made the right choice~! I would have hated to kill such a pretty thing.” He commented.

    “Really.” You scoffed. “I guess this isn’t so bad then. Since I’m not to keen on losing my job though, I can just go double undercover now.”

    “What a nice outlook.”

    “It is. Now, can you actually pass me my notepad now?” You asked, pointing across the room at it.

    “Hmm? What for?” Vincent asked, still passing it to you as he spoke.

    “I’m finishing my job.” You answered simply, taking the pad and furiously scribbling a series of notes on it. It didn’t take long for you to finish, and when you looked back up at him from the paper, you answered the look of question on his face. “A job is a job, but in this case, my life has more value. I’m still devoted to my work though, and I won’t abandon my boss.” You said simply. Handing him your notepad.

    He quickly read through what you wrote and smirked at what he saw. “Murderer of children at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza found. Insert staff member name here, has been hiding in the workplace, trying to mask the evidence of his crimes. You sly girl you!”

    “It’s my job. I won’t bail on it. I’ll just alter a story to save my own life.” You replied simply.

    “You are smart. Saving my ass and yours. Good choice~!”

    “Well… Positively thinking, I’m just trying something new.” You said.

    “And I have a feeling you are gonna like it. Welcome to my side of the story, miss no longer goody two shoes~!” He chuckled, tracing a finger along your jawline.

    Good lord what have you gotten yourself into.