(Silver P.O.V) (A/N Poll! Poll! Yes! I am desperate! Don't judge! :3) (FYI I rarely change Points of views within one chapter. So this won't be a normal occurrence)

I had no idea what I should do. No one was stepping up to the plate, and Freddy was once again on the point of insanity.

"First Vincent, now you again!" Marion growled angrily. Jeremy let out an amused chuckle, showing his absolute amusement. Keeping a tight grip on the child in his hands he smirked,

"So, you've met Vincent. Ah, a wonderful old friend of mine~" He spoke with the same chirpy tone Vincent had. But it seemed strange how they were connected... "Old Vincent, the one who started it all~ I'm pretty sure I murdered him, but somehow he stayed half alive, which made absolutely no sense to me~"

Wait. So Vincent was bullied and murdered? Wait, I didn't know if he was actually bullied...But he was murdered? Wow, if the first part was true, I'd actually begin to feel bad for him...

(Third Person P.O.V)

"Note to self: Be cautious around Silver, but be extra careful around that brother... reminds me of someone else though..."

Vincent thought as Jordan pulled Silver away. So close too... oh well. There was always another chance soon.

He stayed by the doorway inside the restroom, not wanting to go out until everyone was gone. At least now the pain subsided... the only trouble was going back to his ghost-form, which came oh-so-handy in situations like these...

"What? You talkin' about this brat?"

Crap. Crap crap crap crapity crap.

"Nooo, noo... calm down Vincent... calm down." He sighed, keeping his voice as low as possible, "Keep your cool~ And just act natural. He is an old friend of yours... well not technically 'friend' but you I know what I mean~." Vincent muttered, sighing again. One slip up and he was toast.

This was going to go one of two ways... one of them being much significantly more possible to happen then the other.

The man peeked out the restroom and looked towards the entrance. Yup... he's there. He pasted a grin on his face as he made his way towards Silver and Jordan. Seeing Chubby Boy did not make any difference of how much Vincent was shaking inside... but it was now or nothing.

"'ey Jeremy~! Long time no see~!" He waved towards the murderer as he past Silver and Jordan. "It's been a while since any of my old friends came by to visit~!" He laughed slightly at the last part, only for his eyes to widen slightly at Jeremy glaring at him. "How's it goi-"

"Nice to see you too, you bastard." Keeping one arm holding a limp BB, the murderer growled and grabbed Vincent by the collar of his shirt.

Whelp... don't panic...

"You n-never change, d-did you~?" Words finally did come out, frenzy, but did not help as he was thrown to the ground. Still having a grin on his face, Vincent managed to lift himself up to his hands and knees, now facing towards the murderer, all of the previous injuries coming back.

"You sick, worthless bastard. It's amazing how the coward of this whole place finally shows himself. Too bad you have not changed either, Vincey~." He teased him with the name that Vincent wished never existed. He looked up at the man,

"Now now, Jeremy~... no n-need to get angry at an old friend now~... don't you have a couple other b-brats to take care o-"

"SHUT. UP!" Jeremy yelled as he violently kicked the man at his head, causing Vincent to collapse again to the cold floor.

"Never ch-changed a b-bit..." He muttered, not knowing whether or not other people could hear him now. His whole head throbbed, his vision not clear at all. "Hide... I need to hide..." Vincent thought. He still had a wide grin on his mouth, the rest of his face showed pure panic. When he tried to move, he found himself hurting more then moving. Too weak again... at least he was not stuck in the furnace room this time. Actually, after thinking about it, this was far worse then being in the furnace room.

Of course... who was to believe him now, even if those two meddling knives in his side were still nearby... or if they where nearby at all.

"Now... at least that was somewhat satisfying..." Jeremy remarked, his voice now calm, looking at both Silver and Jordan before grinning now at the limp purple man. "I hope he has not given you two any problems... he can be a real annoying bastard. Do that to him" He gestured with his hand to Vincent, "And his mouth will finally shut. Although looking at him now, looks like someone already did that." He smiled, looking at Jordan, as he looked like to be a better candidate then the injured girl. "Did you do this?" He gestured at the blood and torn clothes that was from a few hours before.

There was no warnings now.

(Back to Silver)

Jordan didn't speak a word. Neither did I. The whole seen in front of us had been absolutely terrible. But out of nowhere, Vincent slowly vanished. But I swear I noticed a purple smoke drifting across the carpet down the hall.

Wow.

He actually was...bullied.

"Still no takers?" Jeremy laughed. I tugged my arm away from Jordan's, he looked right at me and shook his head, but all I did was wink at him. After that Jordan's expression changed a bit. First was concern and refusal, now he looked alright with it. But the concern hadn't faded as he slowly nodded, I slowly made my way forward, keeping my distance.

"Now here's one who wants to cooperate~" He laughed. I swallowed the large lump in my throat, waiting for him to tell me what the hell I had to do. "First order of business, I gotta have a talk with you people. You, girl! Go get me the crowbar from the supply closet."

I had no idea where inside the closet this crowbar was located, but I race-walked off to the closet as I began to hear Jeremy's speech. I only heard babbling, and not much words I could really process, but by the time I was done thinking, I was at the supply closet.