The Final Fight for Life
You woke to find yourself tied to a chair, facing an blank wall in the center of a fairly big empty room, a room that could have also been a party room if it wasn't so dirty and... Wet?
The sore spot on your head had become unbearable, throbbing harshly with every footfall that circled you and your bound coworker in a relentlessly thunderous fashion.
Your breath came out as pained hisses, shifting in bravado the more you pulled at the wires that kept your wrists fused to one another.
Your ankles wouldn't move an inch, no matter your input or force.
They were fastened to the legs of a wooden chair, opposite from the one you had found Scott in.
Both of you had your backsides pressed together.
You each were trying hard to pull away, your bodies clashing several times in the process.
In a way, it was a metaphor; you two were stuck together in this mess, and you had to have each other's backs, cause there was no other chance of survival.
Then the music started.
Somewhere distant was harmony embedded in a sea of darkness.
The tune itself crackled through pulses of static, latching onto every wall so that it reverberated in a manner eerily similar to something otherwordly and nightmarish.
"Children have you ever met the Boogeyman before?
No, of course you haven't, for you're much too good I'm sure."
The footsteps came again, but you couldn't pinpoint what direction they were coming from.
They were everywhere at once.
Even the mocking laugh that slipped from the monster lolled about in space as if it were too frightened of itself to remain stationary.
"Don't you be afraid of him if he should visit you.
He's a great big coward so I'll tell you what to do."
You could actually agree with those end lyrics.
You finally froze in your seat while Scott continued squirming behind you.
You thought twice before speaking to him, or saying anything aloud at all.
Oh how badly you wanted to tell him that they would be alright, that your parents would call the police if you didn't call back in an hour, as long as they survived the next hour.
But you couldn't risk you-know-who from overhearing you.
You could only imagine how fast he would dispose the both of you and be on his marry way, long gone before the police would ever arrive.
You just concentrated hard, afraid of letting your mind slip away from you in the midst of shock.
What was happening was near unfathomable, but you couldn't let it render you stupid.
There was a deep humming that spilled out of the shadows, like something you'd hear in an aircraft swallowed by the depths of space.
Vincent stepped into the light, wearing the grin of a thieving trickster while wielding the same knife from before.
You were too stunned to scream, knowing it would be pointless anyway, so you just stared at him for what could be mistaken as forever.
"Hush, hush, hush, here comes the boogeyman.
Don't let him come too close to you, he'll catch you if he can."
You half expected Vincent to maintain his silence, and let the music sing out every thought that might have been left floating indefinitely in the atmosphere.
But you could see the hungry fixation in his eyes.
You knew he wouldn't hold his tongue for much longer, and your own expression begging him wordlessly to tell you just what the flamio was going on would surely deter his discipline sooner or later.
And that, it did.
You weren't prepared for it at all.
"I told you we were in for a world of fun, didn't I?"
He asked, his smile widening as you paled beneath him.
"Do you remember that? I remember it so well. It's as if it were yesterday."
You didn't know what to say first.
You wanted to cry, curse at him, demand to know why he was doing this to you and Scott.
Why was this happening?
Was it all part of some sick joke?
You knew Vincent wasn't the most empathetic of creatures (by a freaking long shot) and he found an unbridled pleasure when toying with people, but this was just cruel.
Why were you honestly expecting anything different?
"Vincent...how could you...why...would you..."
You tried speaking, but failed miserably.
Words were a chore to utter, and whatever came out quivered and shook with vulnerability.
Vincent read this as well, and fought back more laughter, instead snickering while his lips kept sealed tight.
"I'm sure you have a lot of questions, dear."
Dear?!
You huffed through your nose, so hard you could have sworn you could see the air leaving it in a furious way, like a bull about to charge.
You didn't even bother correcting him, there was no point.
You tried to keep from becoming shrill. Even when instincts suggested that this may have been your last mortal moments, you didn't have the capacity to be brave, or keep grounded.
You screamed at him, desperately, the one question singing your mind like letters dressed by acid.
"You bet I do! Who are you?!"
Vincent cackled, severing your courage into tiny pieces.
Then it simply no longer existed when he knelt before you, using the tip of his weapon to lift your chin upright so that you had no other option but to stare directly into his eyes.
Your teeth were clenched, and you were shaking horribly.
You weren't fighting, and neither was Scott.
Not anymore.
Both of you were motionless, but you, you were looking into the eyes of the beast.
They were large orbs, and they were clouded so brightly.
Vincent smirked.
"Who wants to know?"
You felt the sharp end of the blade press into your flesh, and Vincent combed it toward him as if beckoning you, cutting through you in the process. You felt the skin split apart, but you made no sound.
You would not show your weakness to this monster.
Dissatisfied with your reaction, he pressed slightly harder.
At the sound of your low hiss, something was set alight in Scott.
He couldn't see what was happening, but he assumed the worst, and reacted accordingly.
"Vincent, don't do anything to her! Please! She has nothing to do with this!"
The blade paused against the bottom of your skull.
Vincent's eyes had since squinted, his grin slightly aloof.
He stared at you almost intimately.
You could see the joy ignited within him, swirling in white flame.
You knew that you were in real serious trouble.
This was defiantly not a game anymore, not to anyone but him.
Vincent sighed through his nose and stepped away from you.
You collected yourself, brief with relief, head lowered while you panted.
There were wet beads trailing slowly down your neck, spawning from where he'd nicked you.
In the hanging quiet, the music playing from elsewhere in the dark belted on cheerfully, unaware that it was orchestrating what might have been your death.
"When the shadows of the evening creep across the sky,
And your mommy comes upstairs to sing a lullaby..."
"Ah, Scott, wrapping at Death's door and yet still as noble as ever,"
Vincent spoke in a taunting voice.
"You truly will go down like a gentleman. I'd expect no less."
"Vincent..."
Scott's panic waned momentarily, allowing room for bravery against his attacker.
"I'm the one you want."
"You were the one I wanted before she came along and changed everything... and I mean that in more than just one way. Isn't that so poetic? Almost amusing, even."
You couldn't help but gag slightly at that.
Everything about that just sounded wrong.
Scott still continued.
He was adamant about not showing how intimidated he truly was.
He was as strong, if not stronger, than you.
"I'm the one who was against you. I was suspicious. You knew it, too. It's why you came here. It's me you wanted to kill. She had no part of that, she never did. Please spare her."
You emitted a nervous gasp, anticipating Vincent to lash out right there on the spot.
Though he chortled, he was volcanic, growling, threatening to spew molten rock and ash.
To your surprise, Vincent stopped to seriously ponder.
You heard him mumble something to himself before declaring loudly,
"I wouldn't say the thought never crossed my mind, Scottie. She's lovely. You both are. But here I've trapped you, and now you're at my mercy. So how lovely could you both really be?"
And then Vincent stepped into your view again, glaring at you crossly, as if you were alien to him.
You weren't accustomed to this, but you could understand why.
His fondness had gone up in smoke.
You were, after all, enemies.
More than you had ever been before.
"I'm actually very curious. I have to know, why are you here, helper? What prompted you to come in the first place?"
You turned you head away, refusing to give him your attention.
"I don't have to tell you anything you psycho."
He suddenly appeared before you as a lavender blur before striking you across the face.
You swayed as the sound died away in echoes, and by then Vincent had taken you by the front of your shirt and yanked you toward him.
His teeth bared.
"Tell me what you're doing here helper!"
Vincent's emotions were night and day, though shifting thrice as fast.
He was frowning down at you now, angry and untamed.
You felt the pain crawl up to your check, red and burning.
"Why does that matter?"
You yelled back, letting your emotions get the better of you.
Despite your anger, you were still toeing a line of desperation.
You wanted to live.
You didn't know how to go about making that possible.
Vincent suddenly pulled away, smirking slightly at your response.
"You must think I'm stupid. I know why you're here, same reason I'm here, actually: I saw that Scott was forced to stay here by Boss. It was on television. The difference was you were afraid for him."
Vincent paused, brow cocked.
"Gee, now when has that ever happened before?
You didn't do anything but stare at him with wide, busted eyes; you knew exactly where he was going with this.
Aw Donkey Spittle.
You swallowed as he left you, the sting of his hand still present on your swelling cheek.
You felt Scott stiffen, an audible grimace escaping him as Vincent took hold of him.
You couldn't turn to see what was happening.
You deduced everything based on sound alone.
"Are you sure you two never had something together that you kept behind my back? Because I really don't believe you when you tell me no."
The click of his knife softly tapping Scott's head caused your throat to go dry as bone.
"Are you sure you both didn't lie to me?"
You looked ahead and noticed a horrible display of shadows choreographed along the wall, showing as Vincent took Scott's cord and stretched it wide, with the blade lingering closely.
Scott's breathing hitched.
You felt horror stab you hard in the chest.
"No! Vincent!"
You cried out, now begging on Scott's behalf after he had done the same for you only moments ago.
"There was nothing! Nothing, I swear! Please you don't have to do this!"
His hands idled, his grip on the cord loosening before finally releasing it. The black outline of his head had moved in your direction.
Your eyes brimmed with tears, mainly caused by the slap you had received, but now for the safety for your friend.
"And...who are you to..."
You sniffed, seething.
"T-to treat us like liars? You...you hid who you really were from us. You...you were always a preverted creep...I knew I could never trust you...but you... you were here...to..."
You inhaled sharply,
"...to kill him!"
"Oh, (Y/N),~"
Vincent expressed himself so romantically it made you shiver.
A droplet had latched itself onto your cheek, and you almost screamed when Vincent moved his face to yours and licked it up hungrily.
"If I didn't care about you, you'd have been dead by now. I wouldn't make a show of it. I'd have done away with both of you just like I did with those little brats."
You felt ice in your veins.
You froze in place, processing his words over and over before they finally registered.
You shook your head.
"You..."
Your eyes suddenly roamed the walls, and the phantom screams of suffering children swarmed you from all around.
The dream.
The first dream you had of him had the screaming children.
You knew there was something off about that, but you didn't think it was a big deal at the time.
You felt yourself going mad.
This was your worst nightmare yet, and it was real.
"You killed them..."
Your pulse was rapid.
"You killed those poor innocent kids in the restaurant..."
Vincent clicked his tongue. "Bingo!"
You were breathing hard now.
The possibility of death was no longer the one thing influencing your concern.
All you saw now were memories you had no part of.
And yet, they were so vivid.
The blood splashed from wall to wall, the drawn out cries, the overlapping auras of misery and terror.
Children were murdered by his hand. Their murders were done by the very employee you knew was evil.
How could you have not made that connection sooner?!
It'd always been him.
He was responsible.
He was the murderer.
"Hush hush hush, here comes the boogeyman."
And suddenly a weight pressed into the side of your face.
It was warm, undeniably human. Vincent's face was against your ear, breathing into it, laughing mockingly.
"You've messed with a killer, little girl."
You tried moving away from him out of disgust, but a hand flew up to the other side of your head and locked you in place.
The pads of his fingers pressed hard against your cheekbone.
His mouth was at your ear lobe, his tongue played with it for all of one second, before dropping his head and pressing his lips on your neck, sucking the leaking blood lightly before pulling away, licking his now bloody lips.
"Mmmmm~...I've waited so long to do that... and so much more~"
He whispered to you huskily.
He then pulled away only to attack you with a hungry kiss.
In response, you parted your lips, but not to allow entry, oh no, you parted them so you could bite him.
He pulled back before you could sink your teeth into anything, growling at your resistance, before smirking again and caressing your cheek.
"How does it feel? Have you had time to let that sink in? The fact that I played you all like a piano?"
"Stop it,"
You growled, angry enough to spit venom, teeth bared out of defiance.
"It's funny, almost. Which do you consider a bigger mistake? Not turning me into the police? Or perhaps letting me shoving you into the-"
"SHUT UP!"
Even when you'd cut him off, his vigor had yet to falter.
Vincent bounced away, clapping once.
Your rage excited him.
He said it himself.
"She's angry! She understands!"
You watched as his shadow pointed toward Scott, his smile almost concave where the teeth would be.
On these walls he appeared in his truest form: A monster.
A delighted monster.
You wanted badly to scream at him, or perhaps scream at nothing at all.
How nice it would've felt to unleash all your rage in one loud expulsion.
But it wouldn't have helped your case in the slightest.
You seethed quietly, blinking away tears.
"Don't either of you realize that you brought this on yourselves?"
Oh, this you had to hear.
You forced yourself to stay quiet, though the sound of your heart pounding almost successfully drowned him out.
How many times had something like this happened?
How many victims had graced his wake?
Did any of them live to tell the story?
Would Scott?
Would you?
"You, Scott,"
Vincent was invasive in his presence,
"You were so nice about it at first. You denied my advances quietly. To you, it was all a big joke. The more I prodded you, the more resilient you became. I was so torn...I had no idea if I could break you before growing too impatient."
Scott suddenly jolted in his seat as if tinged by fire, grunting as he fought to free himself.
You attentively watched the shadows.
Vincent didn't move at all.
In fact, he took it upon himself to step closer, kneeling toward the phone-headed man.
Scott thrashed about with such determination, and yet Vincent remained steady in his approach.
He was so sure that he was safe.
A sinking feeling in your gut insisted he may have been right.
Scott couldn't get away.
"You were the only one to ever tell me no. You were so deliciously tempting. Not having something I want only makes me want it more."
"You filth..."
Scott gasped, giving up in midst of his panicked movement.
He slumped forward, drinking back his strength.
Vincent snickered to himself.
Your wide eyes lowered to your lap, and when you lifted them again, Vincent was before you, the end of the knife playing at the corner of his smile. His eyes were so large.
No longer just big, but rather monstrous.
"That mindset is what drove me to pursue you, little helper.~"
You squinted up at him, lips drawn back.
"Your mindset is even more insane than Bill Cipher's."
These thoughts had unearthed such a polished gem of refusal.
The only problem was that it worked against you.
Vincent was not intimidated by you.
He lapped your words up greedily.
"I'll take that as a complement. You're a little late in realizing that anyway, I'm afraid."
Vincent then began pacing from one corner of the room to the next, his eyes remaining pinned on yours, lolling about in sockets that appeared hollow under the low lighting.
You followed him, almost lethargically, staring him down with an almost monotone face.
"When I pulled you into that closet and made a proposal to you, saying yes would have saved you so much trouble. You wouldn't be in this mess right now, as a matter of fact."
"Sure, cause accepting your perverted demand to do dirty things in the closet with you would have been anyone else's logical choice, ya perv."
"It was you that insisted on making this a game of cat and mouse, and I let you have your way. But I promised you that eventually you'd be mine. One way or another. And guess what, my dear?"
His arms splayed out in admiration.
"This is the other way! The way that you chose! You're mine now! Your fate is up to me!"
Uh No.
He couldn't make you feel like this was somehow your fault.
He was a psychopath.
The music had since stalled, the tape nothing more than white noise stemming from the blackest of slits in the restaurant.
Vincent paused, looking over his shoulder before sighing casually.
"Hang on, I need to fix that real quick. Can't properly have my moment of triumph without a little accompaniment, now can I?"
He left you and Scott alone to attend to whatever contraption he had hidden from view.
The music seemed to be very important to him.
It played like an old-fashion orchestra and made the canvas of his madness feel almost black and white.
While he was away, you released a sob that had been pocketed deep within your chest.
It was quiet, and mostly airy.
You turned to the side, attempting to speak without losing control of your words.
"Scott, I'm so sorry."
"Don't apologize to me,"
He said immediately.
You remembered an instance like this not so long ago.
Things had changed so drastically since then, though that went without saying.
"I mean it. This isn't your fault. This is mine. I got myself into this. Don't you dare blame yourself."
You felt ashamed of so many things, you weren't sure which to touch on first.
You knew there was something off about Vincent, yet you never had it in you to complain to anyone higher, not even your own parents. You knew you should have called the police on him when he kept bothering you, especially with the stunt he pulled in the closet and in the junkyard. You knew he was bad news, but you never did anything about it. And now because of your doubt, you and Scott, along with many other people who could be his next victims, could die.
Those five kids were already gone, and Jeremy could be close behind.
"I could have done something about him. I let him take advantage of my forgiveness, what little I gave to him. I let him have that victory. I made everything the way it is."
"(Y/N), it is not your fault,"
He repeated.
"He's crazy. He had us all fooled. I'm actually the one who should say sorry. I made the mistake of keeping the back door unlocked. It...it was just in case of a scare so I had a quick way out of here, but I should've known I was in more than just that kind of danger. I left myself open to attack."
"Scott...no..."
It hurt to ponder on just how revolting Scott's situation had become over the course of a single day.
The man with a telephone for a head breathed out warily.
"I need to talk to you about this. Like he said before, he found out I was here after a broadcast on television announced exactly where I was. You apparently found out the same way he did,"
He took another deep breath, keeping himself intact while his dignity throttled.
"He returned here because he knew what I was accusing him of when he came here after the ascendent. Jeremy had been standing under a purple light when he was attacked. The animatronics didn't see him as Jeremy...and it's because they detect predators...murderers...they saw him. I was stupid to call it to his attention...I don't know what I expected to happen. I knew my suspicions held almost no weight. I felt powerless. But Vincent still saw me as a threat."
Your heart rattled with sorrow.
The purple spotlight from the birthday party.
It had bathed Jeremy from head to toe in its hue.
He'd appeared as someone else to the mascots.
It all made sense to you.
Now you were really regretting not confronting this sooner.
"Scott, he... he really killed those kids," You choked on your words, trying to be strong.
"He was the one who did it. He used the suit to fool them...he hid their bodies in the robots..."
"I know..."
"He did it...I can't...I don't understand why...how..."
" I know, (Y/N). Trust me, I know."
You could tell he was trying with everything in him to keep you calm.
He was just as unsure of what course of action Vincent had decided for the two of you, though you were both certain your outlook was rather bleak as of now.
Even if it was unintentional, his willingness to keep his bliss from unraveling prompted you to do the same.
You breathed in heavily, releasing the air through a small opening between your lips.
"I hope you understand that Freddy Fazbear was never out to hurt you," Scott continued, though you were barely listening now.
"You screamed, it set him off, and he got off the stage and went toward you. But..."
There was a break in his voice.
He cleared his throat before continuing.
"Vincent was next to you, and Vincent was his target. Vincent has always been their target. He wasn't after you, he was after him. I think Vincent realized that as well. He's known all this time."
You were becoming angrier the more you learned about what truths had been cast away all this time.
The answers you wanted had always been right in front of you.
The answer had always been Vincent.
Another song started playing.
You began shaking, your heart pounding hard enough to make your ribs sore.
Your mind wandered back to rescue, would you both make it out of here in time?
It was still too risky to tell him, so you chose your wording carefully.
"Scott... Do you think we can survive another hour?"
You were hoping he would get the small hint, that was until he responded in the most haunting tone imaginable.
"I don't know, (Y/N). I really don't."
There was nothing you could say after that.
He'd indirectly allowed you to lose every last bit of your composure.
But you didn't.
You only shut your eyes, letting out a large breath, gratefully welcoming the dark.
Anything to get away from there.
Even if it was an illusion.
...
Your ears suddenly picked up on hurried footsteps.
Alarmed, you opened your eyes just in time to see Vincent rush past you.
There was the sound of a blade plunging into skin.
Scott cried out before he was silenced by Vincent's hand.
You realized immediately what was happening and lost all control.
"NO!"
Vincent emitted a low hum of pleasure while Scott sputtered helplessly.
You forced yourself to watch the wall for any indication of what was happening, but all you found were black, misshapen forms.
"Ah...how I've missed this."
"NO! HOW COULD YOU?!"
You yowled.
He replied with an emotionless tone.
"Simple, I got tired of hearing his static mingling with your lovely voice. Such beautiful sounds should only be responded to by me."
AWW SICK!
"You son of a half-troll rat-eating munge bucket!"
He then let out another dark laugh, causing you to struggle even more.
"(Y/N), do you have any idea how easy it is to stab someone?"
"SCOTT!"
You screamed even when you knew no one would hear you.
No one but Vincent.
It only fed his ego.
"It's the same as putting a knife through a pillow. It's just so easy. Such a simple joy that most will never know. You just put the knife in, and then you take it out!"
The wet sound of the blade as it slid from Scott's twitching body made you sick to your stomach.
You could barely move.
You felt like you would faint again.
NOPE TOO FURIOUS!
Your teeth fiercely gnashing together. There were dark webs forming at the edges of your vision.
Your brain was shutting down.
You heard the cutting of something hard, plastic almost, and suddenly Scott's body toppled from yours.
The wires keeping you in place fell away.
You shook your head hard, compelled to grab it with shaking hands.
"Such a pity, I wanted to leave him for the animatronics. Even if it is a couple hours before midnight,"
Vincent sneered, his shoes hitting the floor in heavy patters.
"Change of plans, I guess. Though this is the kind of ad lib I could get used to."
Your bindings had been tethered to Scott so that the two of you were a single captive entity.
Until now, that is.
Vincent had broken the chains, allowing Scott to meet the floor and writhe.
Without another thought, you bolted out of your seat.
Your first thought was to get out of this place, make it out to the street, find somewhere to hide, call the police, and do what you could to protect yourself.
Before you could run too far however, the large entrance in front of you was suddenly closed with a slam, like a garage door.
You reeled back, not expecting that at all.
"Ah ah~ Not so fast sweetheart~"
You flinched violently, your jaw chattering.
You looked back to find Vincent grinning down at you, a remote control dangling in his hand teasingly, before shoving it into his back pocket.
So that's what controlled the door.
If you ever wanted to get out of here, you needed to get that remote.
You turned tail and ran toward your discarded staff, but before you could, you were grabbed by his bloody purple mitts and pulled you to him, back against his chest.
You looked up at him, a fire in your eyes when you saw that his knife was poised to strike, sliding dangerously along your neck.
"I'm not letting you get away that easily love; I need to taste some more of that sweet ruby blood~"
He started lowering his head again on the other side to nip at your neck.
To his surprise however, you grabbed the hand that held the knife and pried it away from your face.
"Not today!"
You shouted before elbowing him hard in the chin.
You heard the crack of bone as you pulled yourself away from him before sprinting to the corner where your Bo Staff lay.
You hastily picked it up and faced him, teeth baring and eyes narrowed viciously.
You took a quick glance at your arms, noticing thin red imprints scarring your skin from the wire that bound you.
"If I'm going to be stuck in here with you, you're going to explain a few things to me you creep!"
You yelled at him, not playing around.
Vincent, rubbing his chin at the blow, chuckled at your courage, his demon of a smile returning to his face.
"Ooohhhh~ nice moves. I knew I had a good feeling about you. Very well, if that is what you wish for helper~"
You both started moving slowly beneath a single lamp in Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, weapons in hand, with Scott laying in the center, bleeding out all that he had while releasing pained death rattles as if every breath might have been his last.
Vincent and you were having a showdown.
As you circled each other, you noticed the specks of crimson decorating his body and winced.
The melody played nearby, providing a rhythm for you and the murderer to step gracefully to.
Memories of your past nightmares no longer seemingly a joke.
This couldn't be reality.
On the inside, you were numb, and this all felt so surreal.
How could it not be just another one of your nightmares?
Why couldn't you awaken on your bed again, with no recollection of any of it?
You'd give anything to be told it was fake, or that it was all in your head.
"Why..."
You said, trying to recover from the sickening truth.
You stole a long look at Scott, who'd since become still, and seethed harder through your teeth.
"Why do you murder people?!"
Vincent had the audacity to run his fingers through the end of his rat tail coolly, a low chuckle escaping through his lips.
"It's who I am, helper. It's who I've always been. You just never quite picked up on it."
You scoffed, rolling your eyes.
Of course he would say something like that.
"Well you know what I did pick up? Murder is wrong. People who aren't dead in the end get nothing out of it except grief, misery, and suffering. I should know. If you're honestly telling me that your excuse for doing something so awful is because 'it's who you are', than you are even more pathetic than I ever imagined, and that's saying something."
Vincent chuckled and shook his head, moving his knife to and fro.
"You simply don't understand my dear, sweet (Y/N). I realized very early in life that something was different about me compared to other people. Society had these expectations of me; they tried to make me stand out amongst everyone else and become someone great. As a child, I hated my parents. Forcing me to practice piano, giving me rules and restrictions that were only made because of who they wanted me to be, rather than who I was at that time. I was a good kid. I didn't need rules. Eventually I grew sick of it...I thought, what's the point in being good if it's never going to be good enough?"
He laughed menacingly.
"So I did away with them. I killed my mother and father."
You had no visible reaction.
You were but a mere shell.
But this point, nothing he said would surprise you.
"It was easy, and it felt so rewarding. No one ever suspected a thing, and that's when I knew I had a gift. Why would I let something as precious as that go to waste? It's like having a whole other world in your grasp. A world most people are too burdened by things like morals to carry properly."
Again, no answer came from you.
You were still making swift breaths that died away the longer you glared on at nothing at all.
You were both moving, circling slowly to the music.
You weren't sure how much longer you had before Scott would be officially dead.
"Enough of that, your childhood makes me sick. I need more answers. How did you show up at my car ascendent? And don't start spewing lies, I know you weren't in the car with me, you never saved me, so tell me how and why you were there!"
Vincent's eyes widened in response, clearly not expecting that question.
"Ah, that little event. Well as it so happens (Y/N), you were right, I wasn't in the car with you... When you were conscious."
You gave him a confused look which he ignored.
"You remember what happened to you correct? A truck flew out of no where and hit you right? Well that was me. I hit you."
You bristled.
"Why would you do that?! You could have killed me!"
Vincent hummed in response.
"I'm not going to lie (Y/N), that was never my intention. I just wanted you to feel some of my pain, the pain the you caused. You were so stubborn, so uncooperative, and so insulting to me that day, that I decided that you needed to be taught a lesson."
He then proceeded to tell the whole story, swinging his knife around casually like a set of car keys.
"I followed you that night until I realized where you were going. The truck that hit you? I stole that truck and hid it in the woods, out of sight from everyone. I blocked the roads coming in so that you would be the only me driving down the street. And as soon as I had you in my sighs, I didn't hesitate to crash into you. After the deed was done, I broke through your window to make sure that you were still alive and breathing. I could have kidnapped you right there, you looked so beautiful unconscious, dripping in your own blood. But I knew that it wasn't your time to come with me just yet, it was too risky. And that's when I decided I could use this to my advantage. I staged the whole 'crashed into a tree' senecio, driving your car against a tree to make it look like you crashed into it. Of course I had to give myself fake injuries as well. Fun times. Then I proceeded to get rid of the evidence by driving the stolen truck into the lake before coming back and pretended to be your boyfriend after I called the ambulance."
Welp, you were certainly wrong about Vincent this time.
To say you were shocked was the understatement of the century.
"Of course, I had to get rid of the other evidence as well, taking your pet stuff and that... That offending box you bought and disposing of it properly along with the truck. And yes, I did go through your wallet, not only to put cash back, but to look at your address as well."
He then narrowed his eyes angrily.
"Such a brilliant, masterful plan was wasted on you however. You remembered what had happened and you insisted that everything else was a lie. And even though we did share the spotlight for a day, your father ruined anymore chances of us being seen together in public outside of work."
You were stunned for a couple seconds before you finally spoke again.
"So you're telling me, that you almost tried to kill me in my own car just because I wasn't interested?! I should sue you! And you looked through my wallet?! You know where I LIVE?!"
"Yes, and I've thought of many plans of meeting you there, thinking of ways I could simply take you away. But I knew you would be too smart for that, you would've had the police on me as soon as you saw my face anywhere near your place. Not to mention it was impossible to break into..."
"Why did you beat up that thief, Andrew?"
You suddenly asked.
"There was no point in doing that."
Vincent simply shrugged.
"I was simply protecting what was mine. I knew I came a little late, but better late than never, am I right? I figured the best thing that could happen was that you would think I did it for you. But to tell you the truth, it was just so I could get the thrill of tasting blood again. I've absolutely perfected the act of hiding it, after all. And if you ask me, getting fired was worth it."
Finally, you mustered enough strength to say something out against this.
"I was right all along about you. You are a sick, twisted man who will do anything to give himself pleasure. It's people like you who make me sick to my stomach because you don't know the meaning or the importance of such things like morals. Who do you think you are? Thinking the world revolves around you, thinking you can do whatever you want even at the expense of others, you really think that's how the world works? Mark my words, when I get out of here, and I will get out of here, I'll see to it myself that you get the justice you truly deserve!"
Vincent merrily laughed, laying his knife on his shoulder, staining his uniform even more in blood.
"That's really cute, thinking you can stand up to me. You might have that pathetic stick to defend yourself against me, but there's no way I'm going to allow you to over throw me. You have no idea how experienced I am with this thing. You're not going anywhere unless I allow it."
You barred you teeth even more, thrusting the staff forward threateningly.
"A stick?! This is a Bo Staff you stupid know-it-all! Robin's to be exact! And it's more dangerous than a sword, much less than your stupid knife! And you think you have the advantage?! That first shot was lucky, not ever going to happen again."
"Hmm, so you admit you underestimated me?"
He asked, unfazed by your little display.
You opened your mouth to retaliate, but he beat you to it, cutting you off with a menacing laugh that echoed through the room.
"You're so incredible, everything about you is just enticing to me. The way you dress is a little weird I admit, but the way you talk, the way you shove me aside like I'm nothing to you, the way you show some much passion for the things you love, your determination, even when facing against death, it's all so beautiful to me. You think meeting me was a mistake?"
The music was wrapping melodically around the two of you.
Leaning forward a bit, he whispered loudly.
"I'd say we're perfect for each other."
He was wrong.
Every word that came from his mouth was wrong.
"Even after getting fired, I never gave up on you. I figured it would take me days to come up with the perfect plan to meet up with you so I could just take you away, but you beat me to it, and that's so sweet it hurts. You're special. Do you understand?"
No.
"Despite all you did to try and save yourself, you are and always will be my favorite pawn."
Scott was dead now.
Your head tilted past Vincent's shoulder and you noticed not a single breath shuddering from the Phone-Man's body while he lay in his own accumulating blood.
He was a statuette now, a hull that once held the life of a dear friend.
You believed with great dissonance that he was not quite beyond help, and convinced yourself that he could be somehow saved if you got medical assistance right away.
But Vincent wouldn't let that happen.
He growled, forcing you to look at him.
The distraction frustrated you.
You resisted charging him right there.
Claiming your attention again, he smirked.
"Scott's out of the picture now. He was the one thing standing between me and my freedom. Between me and you, even. It's just us now, and nobody, nothing, will ever pull us apart."
He finished with a purr.
"That's not ever never ever going to happen"
You said, some fear evident in your tone, but very little to define.
"And even if you did somehow catch me, you'd kill me. If I had not come here you would've tried to kill me eventually. I know you would have, being the person you are."
You watched in disgust as he started to slowly lick some blood of of his knife before he responded.
"No, that's not true, my love,"
Vincent corrected you, trilling the last past.
"I would never think about doing something like that to you... Until after I bed you, of course. Because the way I tick, either I separate from my partner of my own accord-"
He then quickly gestured his knife to Scott.
"-or they die. It's really that simple."
Still so twisted, and yet he stated is as though it was the way it was always meant to be.
"There's no need to fight me any longer, helper. I'll protect you. I'll keep you forever and we'll be happy that way."
This was the least convincing thing you've ever heard.
"You've merged with me so naturally. I have to admit though, you put up a very good fight though out this whole ordeal. You did hurt my feelings, which was surprising, well worthy of remembering because it's not everyday a person can have that effect on me. But I still got you to drop it. All those times, you kept giving me chances, despite always using that resistance you were so f*ing fond of. You would go do your thing, and you'd never look back. Just like me~."
You held your breath when he came closer, just out of swinging distance.
"I want you, (Y/N). And I always get what I want.
"Scott is dead. Jeremy will die. But you and I will last an eternity. I may slip up once in a while. I may have an urge to kill someone who crosses my path, and sometimes I may even hurt you. But you will say nothing of it. You aren't going anywhere. That's how it's going to be. That is our storybook ending."
You suddenly lashed out at him, striking him near the head.
He blocked your attack, knife raised above his head.
"And then they all lived happily...ever...after."
You roared, no longer wanting to hear anymore of what he had to say and let out an all-out attack on him.
You spun your staff on either sides of your body, forcing him to back up.
He tried to grab your staff again, but you learned your lesson and kept it out of his reach.
Swiping diagonally, you distracted him from the kick you sent to his crotch, which payed off as he wasn't able to defend himself after that.
Vincent hollered, mostly out of surprise before pain completely overtook him.
You saw from your peripheral the knife dangling in his grip before it clattered from his weakened fingers.
Stabbing him one more time in the chest, he fell to the ground with a groan.
The force hit the button in his back pocket and the door slid up.
As you turned, you only caught a glimpse of Vincent kneeling, hissing furiously.
He was unable to move right away; one hand cradled his tenders while he eyed your retreating form.
No waiting a second longer, you sprinted toward the door.
Just as you were about to make it, Vincent had recovered and whipped out the remote again, pressing the button as he did.
Before the door closed on you however, you stuck your staff right in the path of the closing door, skidding underneath it.
Standing up, you almost panicked when you saw him charging toward you, that was until you pulled your staff out of the door's way, and it slammed right in front of his face.
You'd already turned and started running the opposite way, when you heard him scream out.
"You little b*h!"
Oh, so that's what he was trying to say the whole time.
You ran as fast as you could, disappearing into that frightening ocean of shadow you'd been glaring at from before.
You were moving based on muscle memory alone.
You scraped past a few corners before locating the entrance up head, where nightfall glowed slightly brighter than the rest of your environment.
You skidded to a halt; you had come the wrong way!
The back door was in the other direction!
Dread dawned on you instantly.
You knew he could be right behind you.
It was too late to turn back now.
Dang it!
Vincent called to you from the hallway. His voice was growing.
He was sauntering toward you, wounded, possibly in more pain than you.
"Oh, (Y/N)~, where do you think you're going now?"
Suddenly an idea popped into your head; a brilliant one.
Without a second to spare, you catapulted yourself into the dining ball, the room you had noticed dawdling nearby.
You noiselessly brushed past several tables before concluding that your best option would be to hide underneath one of them.
You chose a table at random, dove beneath the cloth, curled up in a ball and held your breath.
A few seconds trickled by before familiar footsteps intruded the room where you resided.
You heard a naughty laugh spill from Vincent before he continued pacing again, moving through the center of the room while his white eyes swiveled left and right.
"You think you're clever or something, girly? Because this is by far your most pitiful attempt at avoiding me yet."
What he didn't know was that this was only the beginning of your plan.
You kept a hand over your mouth to keep from breathing loud enough that it would give away your hiding spot.
"So this is the new game you want to play? Fine, then let's play! Loser gets chopped to pieces!"
You winced when you heard a table get violently tossed across the room.
He was on the opposite side, but soon he'd make his way to you.
This wouldn't last much longer.
"And here I was, being so nice. I was so open to a new lifestyle with you, and what do you do? You hit me with your staff and kick me, you little brat! You ungrateful little S***!"
Another table went flying.
Your eyes moved to the stage where, to your surprise, you found the curtains drawn back, but the animatronics were out of sight.
"You think you can hide from me forever?! You've got no one! No one here but me! So show yourself!"
You hopped your idea still worked.
You released an inaudible breath through your nose, just as Vincent went to kick over another table.
"Show yourself right now!"
You suddenly jumped from beneath the table, standing upright in plain view before climbing on top of it.
Vincent, obviously, caught sight of you immediately, but his next reaction was a mystery to you, for you fastened your eyes shut, dipped your head low, plastered two hands over your ears...
And let it all out.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
At first, it almost seemed like your efforts had been futile.
Vincent stood where he was, expressionless, rigid, until he jumped away in horror, head turned toward the stage.
You soon followed in his example.
From somewhere backstage emerged all four of the animatronics, their muzzles poking out from the misty shadows.
First Freddy, then Chica, Bonnie, and finally Mangle, in that order.
They moved in and out of sync, hauntingly stalking along a path to the center floor.
Their eyes were stained with red once again.
You stared on mesmerized, before getting down from the table and taking slow steps backward.
Suddenly, you heard movement behind you and almost yelped when you saw the little boy animatronic, (which until this point though was just a statue), with the balloon and sign follow the other animatronic's lead and headed straight toward Vincent. It walked past you, it's mechanical laughter causing you to shiver.
From a distance, a door opened with a crash, and you gasped when you saw tall, disabled, mechanical figures coming down the hall, very different replicas of the toy animatronics you were accustomed to, heading your way.
You gulped when you realized what they were: The original animatronics.
The ones in the Parts and Service room.
The ones that held the five missing children.
You'd alerted them all with your extremely loud scream.
And now they were all fixated on Vincent.
The one who had been their enemy all along.
You expected Vincent to flee the moment he realized he was in danger, but while you were able to move, he remained petrified.
He was holding the knife once again, glaring at each of the robotic monsters before finally showing raw emotion.
He began shaking.
"No...no..."
You were already outside of the room, watching on, mouth agape.
"Killed and forgotten, stuffed away..."
You began, as if your own words were not your own.
"The animatronic's revenge shall have it's day!"
Vincent finally tried stepping away, only to trip over a table he'd previously thrown.
He crawled back on his hands and feet.
The animatronics continued advancing him, advancing as one.
It was too dark to tell how they looked, but you could smell the blood of their last victim from afar.
"Keep away from me! NO!"
From the distance, past the monstrous original animatronics, you saw another tall figure, except this one looked more human.
You could only really see its white face, staring out of the darkness.
It's stayed back, watching with pure black eyes as all the others advanced on without it.
It was as if it was controlling them.
It then turned to you, and for some strange reason, you felt gratitude coming from those squinted, plastic eye sockets.
You finally turned and sped away, just as Vincent unleashed another horrible scream.
You staggered into the room where Scott still lay.
Immediately you collapsed next to his body.
The whole of his shirt was wet and wine red.
Vincent had stabbed him right through the abdomen.
"Scott!"
You shouted, shaking him with one hand while trying your best to stay careful.
His blood was patching your clothing now, but you didn't care.
You couldn't leave him here.
What if it wasn't too late for him?
Without a second to lose, you threw off your cat-eared hoodie and started wrapping the clothing around the bleeding spot, hoping that this would somehow make a difference for his survival.
Crash!
Your head shot up.
Whatever you heard was undoubtedly the sound of glass breaking.
Flight mode turned on, you used all your remaining strength to hoist Scott's bloody onto your back, using your staff to keep him there.
You almost collapsed with the weight, but something inside you remain strong and you were able to carry him out the room.
You bawled as you turned and stumbled through the back door, abandoning the animatronics and a fallen Vincent who was surely about to die.
From behind you, Scott's watch uttered a high-pitched beep, marking the beginning of the next hour.
8:00 PM
The music was skipping as you went to open the door with your free hand.
It's time...
It's time...
It's time...
It's time...
To die!
When you finally slammed it with your foot, finally escaping the nighttime world, you didn't waste a moment's time moving toward fence.
It was locked, and you had no idea how you were going to get Scott over it.
It didn't help that you were almost completely convinced the restaurant would come to life and chase after you, wearing Vincent's devilish eyes, preventing you any real escape.
But you wouldn't leave Scott.
Not for one second of your life until he was safe.
You walked up to the end of the fence and looked outward.
To your utmost relief, you noticed a pair of headlights coming from the end of the horizon.
It was closely followed by several more, flashing with red and blue.
"HELP ME!"
The cars grew closer, the sirens unmistakably loud.
"PLEASE, HELP ME!"
The vehicles came to an immediate stop where you stood, wavering behind the locked fence.
As you saw officers leaving their cars, you crumpled to the ground, not even bothering to hide your face as you cried.
"Please help me..."
You begged.
Vincent's face was newfangled in your mind.
But what tormented you now appeared nothing like how you wanted it.
It phased past you in memories.
He forced himself on you in a closet, then stared pervertedly from across a table in the employee lounge.
He dragged you inside Boss' office to hide his cowardly self.
He crashed a truck that didn't even belong to him into yours, almost costing your life, then proceeded to kill a thief and two dear friends.
"Please...help...me..."
Two officers stepped forward, one of them yelling at others to go get pliers while the other on was trying to comfort you, telling you that everything was going to be ok and that you were safe.
"Help me..."
He stalked you, he made advances at you, he tried to take everything from you just so he could have you as his own.
An officer came over with giant pliers and broke open the gate, punching it open and allowing the paramedics to help get Scott off your back.
The two of you fought, day after day.
Your memories were shredded until they were nothing more than lavender threads.
"...Help me..."
Once you felt Scott's weigh leave you, your eyelids slackened, as did the rest of your body.
Your head cocked back and you stared up at the stars, as you were picked up by two officers, headed toward the ambulance.
You could see your mother crying from the sidelines, your dad trying to comfort her while shooting you worried glances.
It was over.
He was gone.
For good.
You knew very well that this only marked the beginning of something new and equally terrifying.
It would chase after you forever.
And ever.
But no matter what happened, you would be strong, you would be disciplined, and you would have a level head.
As long as you lived.
That was your storybook ending.
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