Chapter Six – Temazepam, pt. 1

*Vincent's POV*

It was his day off, the only one off for a while actually…but yet Vincent found himself outside Freddy Fazbear's with his (currently on again)girlfriend, Amelia. Of course her minions London and Paris were in tow, how bothersome they were. The only reason he even associated with his boss's daughter was a) the benefits of dating the boss's daughter and b) …. unmentionable relations.

"Please explain why of all places we could be, we've decided to eat here darling?"

Vincent questioned quietly, his white orbs displaying a look of boredom as the dark haired female let out an obnoxious laugh; now clinging tightly onto the purple guy's muscled arms with a smirk on her lips.

"Because it's free, of course! Also, London was telling me how there's a new girl here that I need to torture-ahem….I mean, introduce myself to."

The twins let out an identical snicker as Amelia grinned wickedly up at her purple "lover", who in return furrowed his eyebrows at her comment. Usually her sadistic behavior turned the male on, but not when she was going to be the target of Amelia and her follower's cruel games. Letting out a small grunt in response, Vincent and the females entered the pizzeria and for once the male hoped the blonde female wasn't here.

*Regular POV*

"Hey Riah…you sure you're gonna be alright to work today…I know it's that time of the month and all…"

Ellen stood with Zariah in the break room, and frowned over towards her best friend who looked like complete shit, to put it bluntly. The female's usually glowing skin was very pale in comparison and dark blues and purples lined underneath her eyes as if she hadn't slept in week. ….. Which was semi-correct; it had only been day 5 of no sleep. Ever since the incident which happened 7 years ago, every week out of the month – always around the time the incident occurred…Zariah experienced night terrors and nightmares that literally allowed her no peace. Every time her eyes would close, something in her mind would happen and she'd be awake again…. rattled with fear and exhaustion. After so many years, Zariah eventually grew accustomed to this, and even though she was always on the verge of passing out from fatigue she still managed to take care of all her responsibilities…. but not without worrying many people.

Shaking her head slowly, Zariah offered a half-grin towards Ellen, as a yawn escaped the female's mouth.

"No…..I'll…I'll be fine….Ellen. I just... I just…I'm fine."

Ellen bit her lip and watched her best friend shuffle around the break room, preparing to take on her waitressing duties. Despite trying her best to act "normal", most people would notice Zariah's odd behavior and think she was either on drugs or intoxicated. Ellen didn't want her getting into trouble, but also knew that once her mind was made up…Zariah was going to do what her mind was set on.

Letting out a long sigh, Ellen walked over to Zariah and pat her shoulders a couple times, causing the blonde female to jerk her attention and lazily lock her blue eyes with Ellen's brown ones.

"Okay….but please try to….erm, wake up a little bit! The last thing you need is the boss jumping on your ass! Plus….the royal highness is here today with her little servants. I'll wait on their table, because Lord knows they're only here to cause problems…"

Zariah was half-heartedly listening as she nodded slowly a few times in response. Ellen exhaled sharply before walking out of the breakroom and out into the party area, where children were running around playing while parents sat at tables conversing. Frowning, Ellen walked towards a booth and let out a disgusted "tch" at the sight of Amelia hanging all over Vincent (who looked annoyed af, but kept his annoyance hidden to the clingy girl) as she conversed rather loudly with the twins, who laughed at everything their "leader" said.

"Oh my gosh, Mia, you are SO FUNNY!"

"Totally funny. You should be a comedian or something, that's how funny you are!"

Ellen rolled her brown eyes as she approached the table, putting on a clearly fake smile. Sensing the new presence, all four looked towards the female and Ellen earned disgusted looks from London & Paris while Amelia now rested her elbows on the table and leaned her chin on her hand.

"Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, how may I he-"

"Oh cut the bullshit, no need to pretend."

Ellen clenched her teeth at Amelia's interruption, as London snickered and Paris smirked at the female standing before them. Vincent on the other hand was being rather quiet as his white orbs avoided eye contact with Ellen, not interested in the slightest bit to throw random comments at her.

'Glad to see this girl has you on a leash Bishop….'

"Excuse me, Elenora?"

"It's Ellen."

"Right, right whatever you say Elenora. Anywho, I would like to request a new waitress. No offense, but I've already had my fun with you. I want this new girl I've heard quite a bit about…. what's her name…? Jessica?"

Ellen glared daggers at Amelia, who innocently blinked up at the other dark haired female, as the pink and blue haired twins giggled in an evil manner. Ellen noticed Vincent tense up slightly…..what was bugging him all of a sudden?

"First of all, her name is Zariah. Secondly, she's busy…so I'm the best you're going to get… princess."

Amelia let out an exaggerated sigh before pouting her lips out, although her voice dripped nothing but sarcasm as she spoke.

"Oh Elenora, I'm so glad you've finally realized I'm above you. In fact, whatever I ask you will do…or else daddy will hear about this, and we wouldn't want to upset him: would we? Now please, go fetch Lisa for me…"

Not wanting to be around such ignorance much longer, Ellen spun around on her heels and began walking towards the kitchen where Zariah would (should) be doing her waitress duties. Instead, the female happened to glance out of the corner of her eye towards the corner of the party room and found said individual leaned against a wall with her head hanging down. Jeremy and Scott stood on either side of her, concern etched on their faces (an "!" read on the younger boy's face, while Ellen assumed Scott was concerned by the raised eyebrows on his telephone mask).

"Z-zariah?!"

*Amelia's POV*

Picking underneath her fingernails, Amelia wore a now bored expression as she waited for this new girl to show up…. thinking of all the different ways she could humiliate the poor female. The boss's daughter grew up always having mean streak, it seemed to run in her family. So although most people would frown on hers and her twin friends behavior…..it was all too familiar to them. Sometimes if it was the "right" person, Amelia could even get Vincent to join in on the ruthless tormenting; but for some reason, he refused when it came to this girl…..Hannah was it?

"Hey boss! Look over there!"

London's soft voice cut through Amelia's thoughts, as she glanced towards the blue haired girl.

"Eh….what?"

Amelia's eyes followed London's pointing as Paris stared wide eyed at what her sister had pointed out. Blinking a few times, Amelia's black orbs widened as well at the three individuals across the room gathered around a fourth…. a blonde female, slumped against the wall. A malicious grin began to form on her lips as she questioned her companion without her eyes leaving Zariah's form.

"London….is this the lovely new girl we shall have the pleasure of meeting today?"

"Mhmmmmm! Oh my god, she looks like hell. Look at those bags under her eyes!"

"Ewwww, and not to mention her complexion is so pale and…..not cute."

Paris chimed in the last comment, as Amelia quickly began shuffling out of the booth, not wanting to waste any more time. Oh she was going to have a hay day with this one, as sadistic thoughts circled in her mind. Just as she was about to fully stand up, Amelia suddenly felt a tight grip on her arm – yanking her back down into the seat in a rough manner.

"Ommpf! H-hey, what the hell?!"

Looking down at her arm, which was still captured, Amelia noted the purple hand gripping her and keeping her in place. Her eyes traveled up to Vincent's and met a cold glare as he stared at her quietly.

"Don't."

Amelia raised an eyebrow as she attempted to pull her arm away, with no luck. London and Paris shot daggers at the male who was still staring intensely at Amelia, who suddenly got a smirk on her face…. noting the pain in her arm as he continued to squeeze but not minding in the slightest.

"Oh…. Vincey, did you want a turn first?! How rude of me not to as-"

"I said…...don't. We're not doing this."

"But why ever not, we always do this to new people?!"

"…Not this time."

Amelia frowned deeply at her boyfriend as she finally managed to get her arm free, a small bruise forming from Vincent's vice grip. He was acting strange…. not his "normal"

perverted/aggressive self. The frown deepened as Amelia suddenly realized why he had been acting so strange lately…...

"Do you….do you have feelings for this person, Vince?"

Silence followed her unpleasant voiced question as she and the twins now stared at the noiseless male. Rubbing his temples slowly, Vincent got that famous grin on his face as it stretched basically ear-to-ear. A new expression playing on his face as he spoke.

"Feelings….in order to have those my love, you need a heart. I think we've already established I don't have one of those. No, just now isn't the right time for introductions…. better opportunities will arise. We just have to be patient is all."

Amelia's frown slowly turned up into a sadistic smile as she snaked her arms around Vincent's one arm and snuggled up to him, rubbing her head against his shoulder in a cat like manner as London and Paris smirked.

"Oh Vincey, you're so right! We should catch her on a good day, not a day she's already down, that's no fun! Hehehehehe."

"Right, right love…. now…. how about you run along with your little friends and we'll meet up later for some of our usual…fun. I have some business to take care of first."

Amelia, gushing like a love-struck school girl, nodded her head a few times and planted random kisses on Vincent's face and neck as she stood up – the twins following suit without being told anything. She waved her fingers towards the male and without another word strolled out of the pizzeria with her minions close behind…..glancing an evil look towards Zariah.

'Until next time little birdie~!'

[A/N: This is part one of two, since this chapter is already semi-long to begin with. ^^' Amelia is very much like Vincent, and is both a sadist/masochist. If you can't tell, I'm all for character development which can bore some…..but I've always wrote stories like that so, I'm sorry if it's not even FNAF action for you! I promise once things are out of the way, it will pick up….hopefully .!]