Falling For The Fox (Foxy x Reader FNaF) *COMPLETED*

Chapter Twelve: Mind Games

You stare at Nero as he continues to smile lazily at you, seemly unbothered by your panicked look and deer-like eyes

"Something wrong, Princess?" He asks

"What happened to Gorgeous?" You ask a little shakily

"That's what I meant" Nero shrugs. You glance at the small button that releases the locks before adverting your eyes to the back seats

"I better get going, thanks for the date, Alex" You say his name carefully. Nero starts to chuckle, sadistic and condescending

"Don't play so dumb, Princess" He moves, pressing the button and the locks spring open "Go ahead"

You eye him cautiously as you grab your back and go to get out. Just as you open the door he grabs your arm and yanks you back, pressing his firm lips roughly to your cheek before you can protest. He lets you go as quick as it began, a cocky smirk gracing his face once again

"I'll see you later, Princess" He winks. You flip him off and slam the car door, turning and strutting over to the apartment entrance. You hear the loud engine of Alexs car exiting the car park behind you as you enter the building.

Getting into your apartment you immediately walk over to your sofa, flopping down on it ungracefully, along with a heavy sigh. Tilting your head back and glancing at the ticking clock behind you, you read that you have at least a couple hours before you need to leave

"Just a few minutes, to forget all this shit" You mumble, letting your body curl up and your eyes close on their own accord, dragging you into the comforting blackness that is sleep.

Night 4

Entering the Pizzeria that night forced a pit of guilt into your stomach. Knowing that you had been on a date with someone else, you knew would hurt Foxy. But in a way you felt you had no other choice.

I couldn't exactly say 'Alex I can't date you I'm interested in an animatronic Fox who turns into a humanoid, sorry!' You think, sighing heavily as you lock the doors behind you and carry on your way to the security office. Rummaging in the small bag you had brought with you to find your phone, you pay no attention to the man already sitting in your seat

"I'm offended, I make an effort to wait for you and you can't even look at me while I do so" A voice purrs from a few steps away. You quickly look up, only to see all too familiar purple eyes.

"I never asked you to do that" You respond, masking the fear in your voice that so desperately wanted to overcome you

"You know, Y/n, I really didn't take too kindly to come back and see you gone" Vincent raises his eyebrow, hinting at your previous encounter

"Well my apologies for not wanting to be murdered" You respond, not being able to stop the sarcasm falling out. His piercing eyes set into a glare and he stands, walking over to you at an abnormal speed, pinning you against the closed left door. Your back slams against the hard iron and you yelp from the pain.

"I was considering being nice, you know?" Vincent growls, swiftly taking his knife out from his back pocket and pressing it against your neck "Even considered sparing your life like my Angel seemingly wants me to do" He smirks, applying pressure on the sharpened blade "But now I really don't want to do that? You know why, Y/n?" He doesn't give you a chance to splutter out a reply before he slices the knife downwards, leaving a mark on your neck and a deep cut across your chest where he really went for it "Because I'm not all that into my victims being smart-asses with me"

You thought you had seen crazy with Alex and Nero, but this guy was just borderline Psychopathic. You gulp, seeing no way out of this as he presses the tip of the knife on your lower abdomen