Just Golden 2 (Purple Guy x Reader)

Just Golden 2- Purple Guy (Vincent) x Reader

Five Nights At Freddy's 2
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The funeral was humble.

Rain soaked guests clad in black, umbrellas providing shelter for the ones who had prepared.

A man with long dirty blonde hair was watching from underneath a tree not too far off in the distance.

Purple tie hung loosely around his neck, red roses in hand.

His fist clenched.

The stems snapped.

The flowers fell to the ground, the rain coating them as the man looked bewildered down at his hands. He dropped the stems, letting them rest along with the blooms that stood out abnormally in the otherwise grey day.

The man ran a hand through his long locks.

It had taken him some skill to break out from the iron bars they had put him in, but the one thing he wanted to see was her.

He was always late for most things anyways.

Reunions were never added to that list until now.

A sigh escaped his lips.

What had exactly happened, he didn't know, but when he saw her body....

A tear mingled with the rain as it splashed into the ground.

He wanted to make the sick bastard pay, whoever was responsible for her death, and he wanted them to suffer.

People started leaving, rain soaked black suits and dresses heading towards cars.

He saw two people stay.

One of them, he recognized, it was Phil.

The man worked the day shift, and left messages on the phone, tips for people starting out their jobs. He was an optimistic one, tried to make things looke better than they were.

The other, he didn't.

The man had a regretful look splattered across his face, eyes constantly moving back and forth between the tombstone and Phil.

Whoever this man was, he looked suspicious.

Vincent watched the two, Phil eventually leaving until it was just that man.

Should he confront him here? Or wait?

He looked down at the broken red roses at his feet.

He had to do it then.



Vincent strided across the grass, rain soaking his form as he neared the stranger.

They didn't turn around, just continued to look at the gravestone.





"So, how did you know her~?" Vincent asked, watching amusingly as the man froze, glancing over at him.

"Me? I-I worked with her..."

"Same here, I'm guessing you were the one that took my spot~?" The man looked uncomfortable.

"Y-yeah... I guess..."

"So, how did she die?" The amusement disappeared from his voice as he looked at the man.

"How should I know..?"

"You worked with her, she was appearently dead for a week before they found her body. You were the one that worked with her that day. So. How. Did. She. Die?!" The man flinched.

"I-it wasn't my fault ok?!"

"Then explain." Vincent's tone went dark as he glared at the man.

"I decided to go in early to see if I could mess with the circuitry of the animatronics, make the night easier, but I...messed up, and they were set on their highest patrol mode..."

"You did what?!"

"I didn't think someone would get killed!"

"Which one."

"W-what?"

"Which one of those animatronics did it."

"T-the masked o-"

"Liar!"

"W-WHAT?!"

"The marionette didn't kill her, it was obvious from the marks from her body."

Fritz was silent.

"It couldn't have been any of the animatronics that were seen very often, the blood would have been shown on their suits."

The former night guard gulped.

"It also couldn't have been the older animatronics. They were old, sure, but they would have most likely fried."

"But, there's one animatronic that could have done it."

"The Golden Freddy was the oldest animatronic, and one of the only ones that was never really used either."

"It killed her, the exoskeleton, and in a rush to not get blamed for the body, you ran off to find an empty suit."

"Finding the Golden suit, you quickly dragged the body and stuffed it inside."

"You didn't know that some people had plans for the suit."

"Five children were killed."

"Lured by someone in a Golden suit."

"Someone had to have taken out the body to use it, right?"

"So have you connected the puzzle pieces yet?" He said darkly, Fritz shaking his head.

"I-I'm afraid not, sir...."















"IT'S ME."




















A body was found a day later.

Fritz Smith was dead beside the tombstone of (Y/n).

Vincent was found once more, and was put back into jail.









The death sentence was moved up.



























He couldn't have been more happy as he saw her when he closed his eyes for the final time.