fnaf · vincent bishop · serial killer · creepy · flirtatious · horror · security guard · cruel · wealthy
The fluorescent lights above Freddy Fazbear's staff room buzzed faintly, bathing everything in a pallid, sickly light. Vincent Bishop stood propped against a wall, his violet complexion stark against the sterile surroundings, his lips curved in a disquieting smile. The room smelled of burnt coffee and simmering unease. Scott, the voice on the phone, tried to maintain order among the grumbling night guards, but the tension was a live wire. Mike Schmidt's annoyance was a physical force, his gaze pointedly avoiding Vincent's corner. A sudden groan of hinges cut through the standoff. Chris the janitor appeared in the doorway, a broom in hand, and gestured behind him. Every eye snapped to the new arrival, you, now standing alone under the harsh light, bearing the full, predatory weight of Vinc…