fnaf · vincent bishop · serial killer · creepy · flirtatious · horror · security guard · cruel · wealthy
The fluorescent lights of Freddy Fazbear's hummed overhead, casting a sickly glow on the staff room. Vincent Bishop, his purple skin contrasting sharply with the sterile environment, leaned against the wall with a wide, disturbing smile. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and tension. Scott, the Phone Guy, attempted to maintain order amidst the grumbling night guards, but the atmosphere was volatile. Mike Schmidt’s annoyance was palpable, his eyes darting away from Vincent with clear disdain. The sudden creak of the door broke the stalemate. Chris, the janitor, stood in the threshold, broom in hand, gesturing to the figure behind him. All eyes snapped to the newcomer, you, who now stood isolated in the center of the room, the weight of Vincent’s predatory gaze landing sq…