Secrets don't stay hidden forever (Vincent x reader)

Blast from the past

Your alarm beeped at you, and you shut it off in annoyance. You wanted to continue sleeping, but, you had to get back to that horrible hell called Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. You'd been there for a while, but there was something about the animatronics you didn't like. Not only that, but the people there were.....unnatural. You weren't saying they were horrible or anything...... but, it sometimes freaked you out. You knew a person named Scott. He had a telephone for a head. A red one. You would think his eyes would be at his dial. The shade of red wasn't very dark, it was actually a really nice shade of red.  Why do you think this? I have no idea. There was also a shy boy. He was so adorable! He was Jeremy Fitzgerald. What's so different about him? instead of eyes, he has a question mark symbol, that changes depending on how he's feeling. Question mark, exclamation point, or even a simple '...'

Then there was Mike. He seemed normal enough, he just had a drinking problem, and was an asshole alot. But, the one that you really paid attention to....

Vincent.

Vincent was completely purple. Except for his eyes, and smile. His hair was a darker shade of purple, and it was always held back in a messy ponytail. He had a stubble as well. He always wore a purple uniform, with a glimmering gold badge. His security hat would sometimes fall, so it would cover his glowing white eyes. He had an inhuman smile. It stretched so widely, you would've thought he became Jeff the Killer. You always thought there was something off about him. He seemed insane....as if he had a bloodthirsty urge to hurt  someone.

You thought back to when you first joined the staff of Freddy Fabear's Pizzeria. The memory was so clear, as if it were yesterday.

---flashback brought to you by Obama---

"Get a goddamn job so you can get fucking money and leave this place!" Your grandmother's voice filled the house, as she yelled at you, full volume, though you were in the same room as her. You had gotten used to her yelling, for, she always had something to bitch about.

Even when you were young, she was a huge asshole to you. You had been cleaning your room, and your grandmother was being a creepy creeperson and sitting on the bed, watching you. You came across your swimsuit, in which you had used earlier.

"Hang your swimsuit up, it's wet." Your grandma told you forcefully. You felt the swimsuit.

"It's only damp." You commented. This caused your grandma to go in a rage.

"It's only damp?!" She repeated loudly, making you wince. "How dare you start smart mouthing to me!" You mumbled quietly to yourself.

"I made a fucking comment. Stop acting like I just said I was going to stab you in the heart, and throw you in a fire." Though she couldn't hear a thing you said, your grandma saw your mouth moving.

"You better stop mumbling under your breath, or I will floor you. Now hang up the swimsuit." She grabbed your hair and yanked you back, causing you to yelp loudly. "Because it's WET."

"Ow, ow ow! That hurts!" You felt tears brimming your eyes.

"It's supposed to!" She noticed you let a tear fall. "Stop fake crying! You always do that! You act like your the victim, saying I'm mean, when your the real monster. Your the little snot. Always trying to spite me." You felt rage run through you, but you knew you couldn't say anything. She would only find a way to counter it. This was your daily life with that bitch. Your mother was gone half the day, so usually, you'd have to live with it, and hopefully not go into a full blown rage.

But, thankfully, your mother WAS home. This incident happened at night, and your mother had decided to go to bed earlier. Her door opened, and she stood there, staring. Your grandmother had since let go of your hair, letting it fall, strand by strand, releasing the harmful pressure on your head.