Never would it be considered uncommon for the average person to imagine what being famous is like.

Thoughts such as: What's it like to be followed by a paparazzi, or have people inspired by you, or have your words quoted and put on the front page of every newspaper...would gloss by every now and then.
You yourself had thought about it once, maybe twice in your life before today. You would have loved to have been known for being the best you could be, preferably as a director of a great cartoon series! However, it was something usually readily dismissed. After all, why bother lending your mind to such impossibilities?

Yet here you were in its reality. Perhaps you should've been a bit more creative about your thoughts, because you never would've imagined in your wildest dreams it'd be anything like this.

And the fact that it was all done with Vincent standing by your side? The two of you sharing the spotlight as a... Uuhguhh... couple?

"Look this way, love birds! Smile for the camera!"

You might as well have been on Smile Dip.

You had been in the hospital for the night. You had told the doctors there everything you remembered; that you were driving home from the pet store down the one-way empty street, when suddenly you were hit from the side, most likely a moving vehicle, and that your airbag did deploy, saving your life before passing out, and then waking up in the arms of your fellow employee. The doctors were pretty concerned; they admitted that that was a very different story to what Vincent told them. They told you that his side of the story was that he was riding in the car with you when suddenly a deer ran across the road, causing you to swivel to the left and crash into a tree. He had then jumped in front of you before the airbag hit. The front of your car widow broke as a result, which was the reason you and him had lots of glass cuts. You were also informed that when the police checked your car, there were no pet supplies or anything in the trunk after the ascendent, making it look like you had made the whole "coming from the pet store" thing up. You had made it very clear to the doctors that someone probably took your things, and that Vincent wasn't even in the same car as you during the event, and that you had no idea how he was even there or how he even knew you were in an ascendent, but you could see the doubt in their eyes. They probably thought you had suffered some memory loss or something stupid like that.
Luckily, Vincent was asked to leave because his injuries wern't extreme enough, plus he didn't want to spend the extra money. Plus there were needles everywhere.
It was a good thing that you had called your friend the time you did, so she could take care of the cats and pick you up when you were ready to leave in the morning. You also had time to call your parents to tell them what had happened and that you were alright. They came over shortly to visit and you had a long talk about things.
You car was totally demolished in the front, and you almost cried when it totally ruined your paint job, but luckily that is what insurance was for. You were planning on geting that repaired as soon as possible.

Today you were dressed in a black Toothless shirt and black sweats. A Robbie V. hoddie over it. Right now, all of your feelings were described by that leaking, stiched heart symbol. Today you felt dark, and right now, you were totally done with everything and everyone.

Vincent draped his bandaged arm around you, beaming brightly while nudging you to join him in his farce. How much it tortured you to be touched by him in such a possessive manner, and in the public eye no less. Even if you didn't belong to him, they thought you did and it sucked so bad. With a bit of hesitation, you forced a smirk just as shutters began flashing violently from all around.

A few photographers took giant steps back to get Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria in the shot as well. You cast each of them a wary glance before making an effort to hide your temper.
Their actions reminded you that the only reason you were doing any of this was because the boss expected it of you.
Then you had to ask yourself; why were you doing this for him anyway?
Were you hoping to keep your job?
To get a raise?
Why were you doing favors for a man who even went out of his way to thwart Vincent's suspension from the restaurant just for the sake of attracting media attention?

"Wait...so he's not suspended? He's coming back to work and it's going to be the exact same way as before?!"

"That's correct, (Y/N)," The boss said enthusiastically, hurrying over to his bulletin to pin up a picture of you and Vincent cut out of the most recent newspaper, with the headline: FAZBEAR EMPLOYEES SAFE AFTER COLLISION; SWEAR THEIR UNDYING LOVE.

You groaned in disgust and did a face palm. It must've been a very slow news day for the people in town, and unfortunately you were the one having to pay for it.

"Ah..." The boss said, cupping his ear at the sound of the front door opening from outside his office. Crowds of soon-to-be customers were pouring in, chattering to one another. A few words about you and Vincent were slipped into the crosshatching conversations.

"I haven't had this much publicity since the grand opening. I'm so excited! People might actually start giving a shit about this place again!"

"Boss." You snapped, pointing a finger at him. "You do realize Vincent and I are not at all together, right? I figured it was obvious. It was just made up to sell stories. And also the fact that when I got into the accident he wasn't even in the same car as me? "

"Like any of that matters!" Boss declared, spinning around. Your jaw fell open at his declaration, your finger dropping.

"Please don't blow this for me. Vincent's last debacle almost completely tanked the restaurant's reputation, what little it had left, so I say he owes it to me. And boy has he redeemed himself. These suckers really make raking in dough as easy as breathing! Every time a camera flashes, all I hear is a loud CHA-CHING! So just tough it out, play your part and I'll take care of everything from here."

Your eye twitched, as did your fingers. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. This had to have been one giant joke that you just weren't in on.

There was no way any of this was real.

Unfortunately this wasn't a dream no more.

"Alright, alright, that's enough. I'm going back inside," You finally said. It wasn't even bravery propelling you, but rather sheer annoyance. You came here to work, not be a media darling with Vincent of all people.

When you went to pull away, Vincent remained latched onto you. You glared back at him, seriously hoping that your fury would translate well in the pictures so maybe people would then stop falling for all the fabrications.

"No kiss goodbye for the man that saved you?" He said, loud enough that a few journalists heard and giggled amongst themselves. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. He was so going to get it. He didn't even save you from anything!

But you realized very quickly that a kiss was the only way he'd release you.
You did not care who wanted this; No way was that going to happen.
You elbowed him swiftly in the gut, forcing the air out of him and letting you go.
You smiled innocently and leaned toward him.
"Oh sorry sweety! But next time don't grab me so harshly!"

You heard "Ooooohhhh"s in the back as you taunted him, cameras flashing off again.

Despite the blow you gave him, Vincent's sick chuckling could be heard even beneath all the shutters. While he did let you go, you made sure to leave him one final message before heading on your way. You pulled him up from his still crouched position, your mouth at an appropriate distance from his ear.

"You're the worst person I've ever met in my life," You growled lowly, straying away from him, and heading into Freddy Fazbear's before slamming the door behind you.

You had to remind yourself not to turn around and see what Vincent was doing or saying with a glass barrier between the two of you.
He was probably explaining the little sweet nothing you'd said before leaving, the sicko.
He was probably feeding them more lies about the nonexistent relationship you shared with him.
And for what gain? Just to piss you off? Would he really go to that great of lengths just to bring you to your knees?
Probably.

Boss was standing nearby, talking with customers and belting giant laughs like it were a cocktail party. You'd never seen him so happy before, nor did you think it'd nauseate you the way it did.

Rolling your eyes, you approached him, barely bothering to be polite in front of the customers before you stole his attention.

"Can I take my lunch break now?" You asked tiredly. Right then you pretty much had the charisma of a squash with human face and emotions.

Boss played up his sugariness since he knew there were witnesses. "Why of course! Help yourself to whatever you like!"

You squinted your eyes at him.

"Can you make sure I have my break alone?"

He stiffened. You knew that was asking a bit much of him. Knowing he couldn't deny you such a simple request with a customer present, he sighed and nodded at you.

You thanked him quietly before going on your way. Maybe now you'd finally get the peace and quiet you desperately needed.
And maybe stare at a wall and rethink everything, who knows?

Stupid Vincent.

Stupid papa-papa-papa-ratzi.

Stupid car crash.

Stupid me.

You stared at your lunch plate with enough concentration it wouldn't have surprised you if it burst into flames... like with Zuko.
You had barely exited the buffet line when you noticed a small clutter of women pointing your way and giggling. You squinted your eyes and lifted your eyebrow at them, twitching slightly. They seemed to notice you and hid their faces before speaking in hushes.

"Such a meek and oddly clothed looking thing, isn't she?" One said, while another snickered in agreement.

"And she managed to bag herself a glorious creature like Vincent? When did the world become so twisted and wrong?"

Your shoulders and head slumped forward, lips dragged at the corners in a revolted frown, glaring daggers at the women in front of you.

Wow.
Never in a million years did you ever think people would talk about you like that.
Or him for that matter.
You swear that if you didn't fear getting fired or going to jail, you'd kill these women right on the spot.

As you passed them, your anger got the better of you.

"Omg, I was wondering the same exact thing." You whispered angrily, hoping they heard. Anyone who referred to Vincent as a 'glorious creature' (eww) had to be high on cactus juice.

'Just get to the lounge, (Y/N).'
You pepped yourself silently since no one else would do it for you.
You're almost there.
You can have some time alone.
Just you and the food.
Nobody else will bother you.

You nearly tossed the contents of your lunch at the floor when you felt someone rub you on the shoulder. You'd reached your breaking point.

"Please leave me alone! I'm on break!" You wailed out, spining around so fast you food almost went flying.

"Whoa there Tiger, its just me, can't your father talk to his daughter every once in a while?"

Your eyes widened and you put your food down on some random table hugging him once your hands were freed.
Your dad was a very tall man, taller than most average guys. His appearance only could scare most guys. He was very lean and fit and like you had said earlier, a tie-boxing master.

"Dad! What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at work?" You asked as you pulled away confused.

"You are more important than my work, don't forget that,' He said, giving you a stern look before continuing. "Your mother and I are concerned for you, (Y/N). The information you told us yesterday is very concerning, and I especially don't like that you are now on the news, with a person you don't even like, that says you two are a couple. I don't like him, especially after what you told me on the phone. I just had a talk with your Boss and he's agreed to stop the press from coming after today."

Your eyes practically sparkled as your dad told you this. "REALLY?! Oh thank you dad!" You said hugging him even tighter. Your dad smiled, patting you on the back before looking you in the eye again.

"(Y/N), I have some really important and serious news to talk to you about. Its the history of this restaurant. Is there somewhere private we can talk so we won't be heard?"

You pulled back, eyes widening at his sudden seriousness. "Yes dad of course, follow me."

You lead him to the employees lounge, making sure no one was watching as you and your dad slipped in. "Ok dad so what's up?" you asked after you had closed the door behind you. You felt like 1000% more safe with him in this room with you.

Your dad got straight to the point. "(Y/N), me and you mom did some research about this place after we left your house last night. We were very shocked and disturbed with what we found. (Y/N), murders were taken place here."

"Murders?!" You accidentally blurted. Your blood had run cold.

He nodded, his face completly serious. "The news was sketchy, but some time ago, there were five murders in this very resturaunt. It was all over the news a few years ago. But anyway, what we were able to find was news clipping about a couple of kids who were suposidly lead back stage by an employee in a suit. Those kids were murdered in the restaurant. Five of them."

Your jaw dropped and you shook your head, unable to process what you were hearing. You felt like you were about to be sick. Not only had someone been killed, but it was in the restaurant, and it involved five freaking children?

Your eyes moved to the side and out the window to glaze past all the kids currently running amuck, laughing and playing with one another completely free of care. To imagine someone would target any one of them and kill them made your stomach turn. What the hell was wrong with people?

"Thats... aweful..." You said, taking a seat in one of the chairs and putting a hand on you head. Your dad sat in the chair opposite of you. He was close enough to hold you hands as he spoke.

"Now (Y/N), both you mom and I know that you are an adult now, and that you are responsible for your own choices, but I only want what's best for you. And what I think is best for you is to quit this miserable job with that weird purple employee and find a real job that is actually worth your time! You are better than this, I know you are."

You looked away slightly at this and cleared your throat. "Dad, you have no idea how much I want to do that, and the fact that something so aweful happened here is unbeleivable. But the thing is... I sort of like it here. This place just needs a second chance after that terrible event. Sure Vincent is a pain in the butt, and I still have no idea how he even got involved with my car ascendent, but I can get through this, at least until the end of summer."

Your dad still held your arms and nodded his head. "I understand, and I just want to let you know that if you ever come into trouble with that guy or anything else again, please come tell me or your mother. We love you so much (Y/N)."

You got up and hugged him again. "Thanks dad, you have no idea how much I needed to hear that."

You probably would have stayed like this forever until something, or you should say, someone caught your attantion from outside the window and you groaned.

The door suddenly flew open and a purple figure moved in front of you.

"What's going on here?"

You broke a hold of you dad and sent a glare in Vincent's direction. "Vincent, this is my dad, (D/N). He was just visiting, wern't you dad?" You said, smiling at the last part.

Your dad turned to look straight at Vincent, towering above him at least a few inches. "I know the truth about you buster. You stay away from my daughter and don't try anything or else. Got that?"

You could have sworn you saw Vincent shrink a little as your dad spoke, which made you crack up inside.

"Yes sir, Mr. (L/N), you don't need to to worry about a thing. (Y/N) is safe with me."

You frowned at him when he said that. Lies.

"Good." Was what your dad said before he started making his way out of the lounge. "Bye (Y/N), good to see you again, and good luck with this aweful job."

You stood up straight and mock saluted him on his way out. "Will do Capt. And thanks for visiting Freddy FazBears pizza, 'where magic and wonders come to life!'"

As soon as your dad had gone, you were about to head out as well before Vincent slammed the door behind him.

That's when it registered. You were in trouble.

Before he could try anything though, you quickly pulled out that life saver of a needle and held it in your mouth, fixing your shirt afterward. Vincent backed away after that, cursing to himself. Taking the pin out, you shook your head like you were disappointed with him. "You should know by now that you can't touch this." You said, twirling the needle around in your fingers.

"What were you talking about in here? You aren't supposed to bring guests in here you know." Vincent asked, his teeth gnarled together fists clenched at his side. You rolled you eyes and dropped the needle slightly.

"None of your beeswax Vincent. I can talk to my dad about anything I want. Even about you. Why do you even care?"

"You better not be telling him about anything private-"

"Oh you mean the times you tried to harrass me, or how you suddnely showed up at the car ascendent? Oh yea he knows about it, he knows everything. Yet he has enough faith in me to keep myself safe, and I'm not going to let him down, so I just suggest you back off!"

You were about to leave, when suddenly you remembered something.

"Oh yea, he also knows that this whole 'love news artical thing' is a sham, and he's already talked to Boss about shutting it down. So thank the gods above that this little shinanigan is ova."

Again you were about to leave, but the last thing your dad said was still bothering you. Putting the needle away so you wouldn't scare him, you turned back to him.

"Actually, Vincent, I can tell you one thing we were talking about..." Your calmness seemed to throw him off a bit. You stared back at him with focus that not even a million men could dislodge.

"What is this about five children being murdered in the restaurant?"

Suddenly, Vincent's eyes went wide, his teeth clenching tightly together. He stepped closer to you so that your fronts were nearly touching, making you back up.

"You're coming home with me tonight."

"Excuse me?" You gasped in bewilderment. "Dude, my dad was just here! And trust me you do not want to get into a fght with him-"

"I won't force myself on you. This isn't part of some devious plan, so shut up. I'll take you there and we'll talk about this. I'll tell you everything you want to know."

You raised an eyebrow. So he did know about this. And he was going to tell you everything?

But that was only if you were going to go over to his house.

His house.

UUUHHHHH NO THANKS.

YOU WERE NOT THAT FLIPPEN DESPERATE.

But you weren't going to tell him that, not yet anyway...

Vincent pulled away from you, this time leading you out of the room.

"They're going to think we're doing something naughty in here, so let's go," He said. You PFTed in response before stilling when Vincent shot you a threatening look over his shoulder.

"Tell anyone about this and you will seriously regret it."

'Yea regret getting your eye struck with a needle, thats what you'll regret.'

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