As you drive toward the pet store, you couldn't help but think about your kitties.
You felt bad; you weren't really around anymore to socialize or play with them, and you were worried that you might be neglecting them a bit with this new job.
Sighing, you knew you could keep doing this, someone was going to have to take care of them, just until you got back from work.
Parking in the parking lot, you reached into your cheese burger back pact and pulled out you phone.
You decided call your best friend, (best friend name). She loves cats too, maybe not as much as you, but you knew that she didn't usually have much to do during the day and would be happy to stop by to see and take care of the cats. You were happy when she picked it up quickly.
"Hello?"
"Hey (B/N)! Hey sorry to call you so late! It's been a while no?"
"Yea I haven't heard from you for a bit, so what's shaking?"
"Well I need to ask you a favor. You see, I've just taken up this new job at this place called Freddy Fazbear's, I'm a day watcher, and since I don't get off until later, I was wondering if once a day you could just go by my house for at least an hour and socialize with the cats while I'm out."
"Of course (Y/N)! You know I'll do anything for those little cuties! So at what time does your new job start?"

You told her when it started and ended and she said that would totally fit in with her planner. You talked a little bit more after that about life and even the trouble with Vincent.
You cracked up when she told you the things that deserved to happen to the creep.
Which also reminded you that you needed to buy more needles.
Finally you said your good byes and hung up. Sighing with relief, you got out of your car and headed inside the shop for pets, listening to some jams as you did.

~~~Time Skip~~~

You were driving home with your newly bought pet supplies and box of needles, happy for getting that stuff done. You were really excited about going home and socializing with your babies.
You were taking the only one-way route that was connected to the pet store and your house. The street went right past a forest that was lovely to look at during the day. At night however, it looked dark and ominous, which you wouldn't usually mind, but tonight you felt uncomfortable just thinking about it. And you supposed it didn't help that there wasn't a single car out besides yours. What was up with that?
Tapping the steering wheel, you hummed a tune as you drove, just happy at the thought that you were so close to just chilaxing at home.

Suddenly, from out of flippen no where, a large truck bolted out of the woods and into the front of yours, sending metal crunching and lights exploding in peppery sparks.
You didn't even see it coming, not reacting fast enough to swerve to the side or anything.
The sound was loud, haunting even. And it seemed to last forever.

By the time the vehicle was still again, your mind, while clawing its way through a thick barrier of shock. The airbag had thankfully deployed, probably saving your life, but it also hurt terribly, causing blood to rush out your nose. Your head had been jolted forward in a very strong and quick motion, and your brain wasn't sure what to make of it. Your head then started to throb terribly and your sight was losing focus.

The last thing you heard was the sound of a truck backing up, before you lolled forward and unconsciousness stole you away.

You were driving again, except instead of going home you... Actually you didn't know where you were going. For some reason there was no destination on your mind, you were just driving. Suddenly, the car stopped abruptly, causing you to jerk forward a bit.
"What the-" You said to yourself before suddenly feeling something around you. You screamed and threw your hands up.

"Hey~ chill babe it's only me."

Your head whipped around and saw non other than the purple guy himself, holding you in his strong grasp and smirking to himself. You struggled to get out of his grasp, but to no avail.

"Vincent, kindly tell me what the hell you're doing! How long have you been in here?! Were you waiting to get me alone or something?!" Your head whisked from his face, to the road, to his face again. You didn't really know why you said that last part, but you felt that was the right thing to say.

He leaned forward and breathed into your ear. "I wasn't in here for very long. The back door was unlocked, I saw an opportunity. Just turned up to say...hello." He have you another squeeze after that. There was something fishy going on here, besides the obvious. You never kept your car doors unlocked, not even once. You decided to ignore this for once and focus on what was happening right in front of you.

"Ok forget that!" You barked with annoyance, still trying to get out of his grasp. "Tell me what, how, and why you are doing this to me right now! What do you want to talk about? What...do...you...want? I need you to tell me!"

Vincent stilled before pulling away, only to have himself lolling over to get a better view of you. He smiled widely, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"It's simple. I just have a few questions."

You already didn't like where this was going. For some reason though, you were paralyzed. Perhaps with fear, perhaps with confusion, perhaps with wonder pertaining to what would happen if you let your nightmares leak into reality. Your morbid curiosity served as a barricade. It kept you from doing what a rational you would have done, which was kick Vincent away the second he touched you.

"Okay, shoot."

"What did you and Phone-Face do all day today while I wasn't there?"

You definitely should have seen that coming. You leaned back away from him and snorted.

"We just worked," You said, which wasn't exactly a lie. You only decided against weighing in on the part where he was a topic of conversation at one point during the day.

"What else?" Vincent asked. His face was suddenly hard with concentration. He didn't so much as flutter even the smallest muscle while you were trying with everything in you not to squirm.

"That's...it," You said, brows furrowing. "What else could we have possibly done besides our jobs?"

"Each other."

It took you a moment to register what he was implying. The moment it sank in, you found yourself getting flustered.

"What?! That's ridiculous and disgusting!"

"No it's not," Vincent said sternly. He wasn't smiling at all now, which was something you weren't accustomed to just yet. "I could easily see you forming some sort of dirty little secret with him just to spite me."

And now, you were insulted. Like... Really?

"I am not that kind of person, Vincent. Not that you would know anything about me to begin with."

Vincent didn't say another word at first, allowing you to relish in the silence. His lips pursed before he brought an arm around the headrest, getting comfortable for what you dreaded may have been turning into a long conversation.

Your watched Vincent's mannerisms carefully. Contrary to how he always presented himself, he seemed very careful in his demeanor now. It was peculiar, to say the least.

"Well, perhaps we should change that."

You weren't so sure you wanted to change that.

"Tell me something about yourself."

"Vincent-"

"What? What's the big deal?"

And this stunned you, leaving you at a loss for words.
Yes, Vincent, what's the big deal with you stowing away in my car only to show up unannounced and then somehow allow your arms to wrap around me without me noticing?

Then you thought back to his question. He wasn't asking anything of you that was incredibly demanding. He just wanted a detail about you. Ok, why the heck not?

You sighed to yourself, feeling a bit nervous but for entirely different reasons.

"I...like to uh... read..."

You thought that was general enough. You didn't really trust him with any other information. Even telling him that you watched Gravity Falls seemed unnecessary.

"Oh?" Vincent questioned. "What kind of books do you like to read?"

Ugh, it just kept getting worse and worse.

"All sorts of books," You said, briefly losing yourself in your thoughts. "I'm not closed off to any specific genre most of the time. It's not about what kind of story it is, it's about the power that story has to take me into its world."

You rubbed your hands against the denim of your pants, breathing out again. "I just like getting away from the world I have here. I like being somewhere where I'm not so restrained. Music can work the same way, but books paint a picture with more colors in it. If that...makes sense."

You suddenly broke out of your minor trance and looked over at him through the corner of your eye.

"Why am I telling you this?"

Vincent cracked that grin of his, and you weren't sure if that was a good thing.

"Because I asked you, and because you wanted to tell me."

His legs crossed over one another. You greatly envied his comfort. You wish he'd share some of it with you so you could think straight.

"Have you ever read a romance that was like ours?"

Your expression twisted with confusion. "Uh huh huh, we don't have a romance-"

"You know, where a man pursues a woman, and for some reason or another, she's too stubborn to return or even acknowledge that the infatuation is there at all."

There were many things you wanted to retaliate with in order to counter whatever it was that he was suggesting. You've read many a fanfiction, regrettably, and you always hated them. But, instead of dragging out the subject longer, you decided to snuff it.

"Yes. I have."

"How does the story end?" Vincent's smugness was growing more and more. Your head lowered. You were even tenser than before, if that was possible.

"She..." You groaned to yourself, "The woman usually gives in by the end of the novel and chooses to be with him. They live happily ever after, or something."

"Is that how our story will end?"

You looked his way for the umpteenth time, only to find that the smugness had grown into vile satisfaction, as if he had already won. Your own expression was a complete antonym to his. Which of course was a face of complete annoyance.

"No."

You gasped out loud when you felt a pair of hands suddenly clamp against both sides of your face and jerk you in their direction. Vincent's glare froze you on the spot. He seemed frustrated, but also slightly excited, like he was fighting off an ebbing temptation.

"You rejected me earlier today," Vincent growled, his fingers meshing harder into your skin. "You grabbed me and threw me away, telling me that there was something wrong with me. You even used that awful needle against me. You tried to control me. Who in their right mind gave you permission to do that?!"

You frowned at him.

"I had to keep you from hurting Scott."

"Yes, your precious wittle Scott. Wouldn't want anything bad to happen to him now, would we?"

You would've never thought a purple monster could be so green. Heh.

"You were being a buttface!"

"No, I was being territorial. In case you haven't noticed, I don't like it when things that belong to me are taken away."

You were preparing a response when Vincent leaned in even closer. This was dangerously reminiscent of that dream you had with him threatening your kittens.
Except... now you'd both gotten to know the other a bit better. Well, at least he knew a thing or two about how you ticked. He, however, was still a mystery to you from beginning to end.

"First of all, I am not your 'thing'. Second, you can say whatever you want, but at least it worked," You stated bravely. "If anyone had a look about them, it was you. Don't pretend you were completely in control of yourself."

"Whatever. I gave you one look, but I can show you so much more..."

"Excuse me?"

Vincent moved even closer to you. His face was beginning to blur from the depleting distance. You struggled to fearfully find that your arms were no longer free. They were somehow chained together against you. You panicked, feeling completely stuck and defenseless inside this car with a monster.

"If you want me to stop, then stop me. Do it, (Y/N)."

You grimaced, trying even harder to get out of these chains.

"Vincent get away from me!"

"No, that's not good enough. Words are ghosts. They can't protect you here. Show some effort. Make it happen yourself."

"Vincent you tied me up you psychopath!" You yelled.

To your horror, Vincent's face closed in more.

"Stop me."

"Vince-"

"Do it."

"You-"

"What...you can't?"

And now, your noses had overlapped, his breath hot on your face. Yours had become significantly heavy. You would have considered this a far greater peril, except for the part where everything had been dipped itself in surrealistic ink and your kittens being at the blade of a knife.

It felt like a dream.

"I CAN'T!"

And then his mouth hit yours.

It started off slow. His lips pressed into yours with the fragility of a insect's wing. But then, the weight became heavier. Vincent's arms reached forward and wrapped themselves around you, pulling you closer, making the contact harder.

Your mind was racing. He was kissing you. You weren't returning it, but you were letting it happen. You were forced to let it happen. Your eyes squeezed shut. You squirmed until you couldn't anymore.

Vincent then climbed into your seat, hovering from above before lowering himself into a straddle. You gasped when you felt the pressure of his crotch against yours and broke your lips away by turning your head to the side.

"GET THE HELL OF ME AND UNTIE ME! I don't want to let this happen!" You cried out desperately.
Vincent showed no mercy before taking your chin and forcing you to look back at him. His head tilted slightly, his luminescent eyes bright with intrigue. His focus moved from your chin to your lips, before sliding back up to meet your eyes. He lunged forward and kissed you again, growling lowly. You could hear the need in him rolling right off the tongue.

His mouth opened against yours before claiming it several times in repetition. His tongue flicked against your bottom lip, chewing it with desire. You were starting to break into a sweat, and you were unsure how much more you could take.
As soon as you were actually starting to give up on ever getting out of this however, everything just stopped.

You...

Were dreaming.

Everything was blinded by an intense white light before you were suddenly torn away from your fantasy and thrust back into the real world, where the air was bitter and the colors muted by toxicity.

"Looks like she's waking up!"
You heard someone call faintly.

It didn't take long for you to realize that you weren't sitting inside your car anymore. You were resting against something warm. Something that cradled you.

Your eyes drifted down and noticed two arms. One of them was spotted with dark bruises, and even adorned a few cuts running through the purple flesh.

Wait...

•

The purple flesh!?

OH. NO.

Nononononononononoono!

With all of your remaining strength, you flailed your arms and tried to push the thing that was holding you away. You ended up punching something instead. You felt yourself succeed, but you ended up on the cold, hard street.
At this, the arms that had binded you reached to you again, pulling you back and curled tighter. You felt yourself sitting, in his lap, head against his chest. He moved his own head over to catch sight of your face. You could hear the smile splitting across his mouth.

"Well, looks like someone anxious to get up. I'm so glad you're okay.~"

You mumbled something incoherent, shifting a bit in discomfort. You were way too weak and hurting to pull even something remotely similar of a stunt again.
You looked over to your left and noticed a gruff old man standing in front of you, examining the destruction of a car, that looked like it had crashed into a tree.. You squinted and your mind did a backflip; that was your car! You retuned you attention back to the man, who's figure was leaning slightly due to your crooked vision. He was speaking into a phone, though upon spinning around and discovering your wandering eyes, he quickly lowered it from his ear and stepped toward you.

"Yeah, and you have your boyfriend here to thank for that. Lucky woman you are to have someone like him around to protect you."

Suddenly, your face shot up. You were then temporarily lost to a head-rush.

"WHAT!? He's-"

"Yes ma'am!" He exclaimed, interrupting you and not quite catching on that you were bewildered by the title itself. "If he hadn't blocked that airbag and kept it from hittin' you, you might have very well been a goner. Those things are known to be dangerous to fragile little heads and necks."

What... What was he talking about?

"Hhhuuuuhhhhhh? He's...ugh..." You groaned at the pain, it really hurt to talk. "He wasn't even-"

"Don't worry sweetheart," Vincent assured you, resting his chin between your neck and shoulder in order to silence you. "An ambulance is on its way to check up on you. Everything will be fine. But not as fine as you.~"

"Yeah missy, like I said, you're really very lucky," The old man said. "That tree crash looked like a super scary and painful experience. It's a good thing your car was the one to sustain most of the damage."

What. the. Heck. a. Hedron.
was.
this.
guy.
talking.
about.

Before you could say anything else however, Vincent hummed to himself, and you could feel the vibration in his throat pressing against your own. It was nauseating. You found yourself loathing him all over again.

Why in the world, out of all people, was he there?!
None of this was making sense.
Like, seriously, a tree crash?!
How the heck would you have crashed into a freakin tree?!
You were an excellent driver; you never talked on your phone or drank (well you never drank anyways but that's besides the point), while driving, you knew all of the rules of the road, and if you could recall correctly, there was freaken no one else on the road except you!
Someone crashed into you!
No one protected you from the air bag!
Not to mention, why was Vincent injured?!
Why couldn't you remember anything else?
Oh wait, didn't this old guy think that Vincent was in your car with you?

That... Seems strangely familiar...

Wait a minute, didn't you blacked out? You, like, never blacked out.
But then again, you can't be immune to everything.
And when you did black out, you had seen something... Ugh you didn't even want to go there.
You had so many questions.

But one of them found its way to burn brighter than the rest:
Why the hell had Vincent said he was your boyfriend?
Beside the obviously sick reasons of course.

"Say..." The man leaned closer, but he wasn't looking your way. Rather, his eyes were pinned on Vincent.

"Is that a Freddy Fazbear's hat you're wearing?"

Vincent, clearly confused by the question, was able to recover quickly and answer without hesitation. "Why, yes. Yes it is. I work in the restaurant as a security guard, as does my darling dearest here."

You winced. Once you had your strength back, oho, you'd make him wish he'd never been born.
Or he's going to wish he had been born, because you were going to wish he was never born- wait that doesn't make sense.
Curse this darn concussion!

"How sweet," The driver noted with a wide smile. "Two lovers joining together in a children's pizzeria. Brought together by a job, but staying together because of love. It's like your romance was written by the stars."

You felt the need to barf at that, but instead let out a large gross cough.

Vincent chuckled in a way that sent shivers down your spine.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that."

"Well," The driver said, "I'll tell you one thing. If this story makes the news, I bet your business will be booming in the months to come. Journalists always eat up a good love story. Your boss will be mighty thankful he has the two of you for employees."

Your eyes went wide, your head shaking, which made it hurt again.

"L-Love story? H-cough-ELL NAaaaaW!"

You tried getting up again, but you felt his strong arms keep you still.
You refrained from screaming out loud when Vincent snuggled you harder.

"Don't be silly dearest. It'll be the loveliest love story of them all~."

You let your head fall limply, staring at the twinkling stars above and felt yourself cursing them.

There was no way you were just going to let this slide.
As soon as you recovered, you were going to tell everyone the truth.

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