Guy opened his eyes to the ever so intimidating cocky smirk he had seen earlier that day, Vincent. The man had his head tilted with that annoying and frightening smirk etched on his face, like some permanent mask. Some say he only began to smile in such a way after losing his daughter in some freak accident. But that were only rumours.

"W-What in the h-"
"Good evening, PG.. Didja miss me?"

Guy felt like throwing the knife into the man's face, how dare he sneak into his home at such an hour. It was bad enough seeing him in daylight, at night-time Vince's eyes had a heavy look to them. Dark shadows that would never go away resting underneath his eyes. Guy dropped the knife, hugging himself with his own trembling hands. A mixture of rage, relief and fear raging inside of him.

"You bas-"
"I was going to knock, but I noticed you were in the living room. I thought I would give my Phoney a pleasant surprise." This guy had a sick sense of what was 'pleasant'. Guy couldn't bring himself to meet his eyes, looking down at his shiny kitchen floor instead. It was childish, but he felt the rising urge to want to cry.

"Actually. I truly wish that were the reason." Vince continued, the smirk gone. Which was almost worse, as he looked down at Guy with those dark eyes and an almost blank expression on his face before getting down one knee to make direct eye contact with the still in shock Phone Guy.
"It's the new guy. He's resigned." He seemed to stress the word 'resigned' with enough conviction to make Guy immediately realise.
"…Dead."

There was a chilling silence that followed as Guy took it in. People tended to die quite frequently on the job, it shouldn't come as much of a surprise as it did, but once again Guy was overcome with despair.

"Look at me."

Guy refused to look up, how dare this bastard stride into his house in the middle of the night with such news.

Vince reached and forcefully tilted up the other man's head by the chin so he was forced to look him in the eyes.
"You seemed quite terrified on the phone. Why was that?" There were no smirk, in fact there were nothing but a chilling dark aura emanating from Vincent.
"Th-…That's-. … … You were /Spying/ on me?!" He swiped the man's hand away.
"Answer the question." He persisted, seeming to lose what little patience he had.
"If you m-must know. I was due to call the new employee, as you must be w-well aware." He gave a quick glare before seeming to back down, looking back to the floor.
"The phone. All I could hear was static, then a voice." He shuddered, not wanting to recollect what just happened. "It was. one of them, they accessed the line somehow. It asked me for help." He fell quiet, fully remembering her words. He sees us. He enjoys watching us suffer. What did it mean by that?

The harsh look from Vince's eyes seemed to fade as he stood back up, holding out a hand to the slightly shivery man on the ground.

"You're in shock. Need me to make you some tea? Actually. You seem more like a hot chocolate kinda guy, am I right?"

Guy looked hesitantly to the other's extended hand, he still felt he couldn't trust a man who breaks into other people's houses just to give them terrible news late in the night. However, he was exhausted after all that emotional turmoil, it would be nice to try calm down somewhere comfortable. It was probably best he weren't left alone in his current state.

He took hold of Vince's hand as he was pulled to his feet. Before quickly taking away his hand almost as if in disgust he had been touched. Vincent noticed this and couldn't help but smirk just a little, Just as defensive as always, how fun.

Guy felt weak as he felt himself retreat to his couch, feeling heavy as he sat down. Pulling a blanket, he kept on the couch around himself for comfort. Not looking to the intimidating man with a cruel smile in his kitchen, humming a somehow familiar tune as he made himself a coffee and Guy a hot chocolate. What was worse seemed to be the fact he knew just about where everything was kept. From the cups, to the sugar and cutlery drawer. Even though he had never been inside before, much to Guy's knowledge. I'm sure if Guy hadn't just suffered the fright he just had that he would have been far more observant to such things...

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Author note:

Almost 1am that's enough for one night. Popped out two chapters already. I have far more I wanted to fit into this chapter too.. But I'm very sleepy. Thanks for the reviews from so long ago BTW even though I had my hiatus..

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