Work of Art
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He wanted to shout it from the rooftops.
Vincent's gone 'round the bend, he'd crow.
Vincent's lost his marbles, he'd giggle.
Vincent's officially insane, he'd laugh.
He didn't know if he should be pleased, but he was.
Oh, the blissful feeling. Nothing bothered the man, not a single thing penetrated his mind other than the sheer and utter escatsy he felt doing something so bad...
Vincent sat in front of his handiwork, the blood from the little pest running in rivets down to the floor. A crazed grin stretched his face, hazel eyes gleaming with complete insanity and satisfaction.
"What a work of art," he whispered to himself with a dreamy sigh. A long pale finger traced the crease of the animatronic muzzle, not minding the gore that collected on his hand.
Golden fur was stained with crimson, welts of blood welling up in the cracks of fur-covered metal. The suit glared accusingly at Vincent, but the guard ignored it in favor of running his hands down the suit lovingly.
"Oh, Goldie... you're so beautiful." He cooed, leaning forward and pressing a smacking kiss to the animatronic bear's bloody mouth.
The suit stayed unmoving, and again the guard paid no heed to it. "Such a wonderful work of art; we'll be the best of friends, Goldie-bear. Goldie-bear and Purple-guy, the amazing duo..."
Vincent smiled happily, hugging the suit like a toddler.
"We'll be the best of friends," he whispered.
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A/N: I went there. Please tell me if you liked this or not, or whatever you thought! I personally like this, and it was made within like ten minutes which is shocking. It just flowed out, y'know? Later my minions!
-Emarye