end my suffering

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Chapter 5

"LUNCH BREAK!"

Zoe stepped away from the pile of materials she'd bought for making the animatronics. She had started making the frames for some of the robots and was already tired.

Fritz set his laptop down on the control panel. "Come on! I'm hungry!"

He dashed out the door and Zoe walked calmly behind him. Fritz sure got excited easily when it came to food.

Everyone stood in the dining hall, waiting for Zoe and Fritz. Scott was talking on his phone, Mike was trying to tell Jeremy jokes, Jeremy was not listening to Mike and watching anime on his phone, and Vincent was standing uncomfortably nearby. He didn't meet Zoe's eyes as she walked in.

Vincent nodded. "Okay, so you all know the drill. Go to whatever place you want to, get your food, and be back here in an hour."

Mike whooped. "I'm going to A&W!"

"McDONALD'S!" Fritz and Jeremy cheered together.

Scott looked at Zoe and Vincent. "You guys wanna come to Subway with me?"

She shook her head. "Nah, I'm going to DQ," she said at the same time Vincent said "No, I'll just go to Dairy Queen."

They looked at each other. "Uh, I'll actually go to Subway with Scott," he said.

Zoe shook her head. "No, it's fine. Stop being so nervous. It's not like I'm going to kill you or something," Zoe said. She wanted to ask him about those scars, and this might be the only chance she would get.

They had a silent standoff, then he sighed. "Fine."

Scott stared at them. "Well, that was weird."

"Oh well, let's go, I'm hungry!" Fritz whined.

They all walked out of the pizzeria and went their separate ways. Vincent kept as far away from Zoe as possible as she made her way toward her blue pickup truck parked in front of the sidewalk. She fished a keyring out of her pocket and unlocked the truck.

She got in the driver's side and looked out at him. "You coming?"

He shrugged. "I think I'll just walk."

Zoe started to get out. "I'll walk with you."

He shook his head. "It's fine."

Zoe crossed her arms. "Listen, I just want to know about those scars."

He glared at her. "That's not any of your business," he growled.

"That doesn't stop me from wanting to know."

He raised an eyebrow. "You're not intimidated easily, are you?"

"Nope." If someone else had given him those scars, he had to tell someone, whether he wanted to or not. Hurting someone like that was bad. She would know.

Vincent sighed. "Fine, we'll walk." He started walking, and Zoe scrambled out of the vehicle to catch up.

They walked in awkward silence for a few minutes. Then she couldn't bear the silence anymore. "What are all those scars from?"

"An accident," was his only answer.

"Like, what kind of accident? A car accident?" She pressed on. He was lying, or at least not telling the whole truth. She could tell.

He shook his head. "Not exactly."

"Come on, dude. I need answers."

"Don't call me 'dude'." He glowered at her.

She shook her head. "Oh well. Deal with it. And stop acting so distant and creepy. Do you want people to be scared of you your whole life?"

"I don't see what's wrong with that."

"Maybe you should try caring about people more."

"Why should I?"

"Because then people will care about you."

"I don't need to care about anyone."

"But people will care about you, though. Do you actually care about someone?"

"No."

"Come on. Someone. Anyone."

"I don't care about anyone."

"I think you do."

"Shut up."

"Not until you-"

"Fine!" He sighed. "Scott."

"And why do you care about Scott?"

"He saved my life."

"How did he save your life?"

Vincent glowered at her. "I'm not telling you."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to!" He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked away.

"Vincent, I'm serious. You should tell someone. You might feel better."

"I feel fine," he snarled. "And don't call me 'Vincent'."

"You're not fine," she protested. "I've said that enough times to know if it's a lie or not."

"We're here."

She looked up where he was pointing. They had arrived at Dairy Queen.

Zoe sighed and glared at him. "We're not done with this."

xXx

Once they were all back at the pizzeria and had finished their food, Vincent walked toward the room he'd been in when Zoe accidentally saw his scars. "Back to work, gentlemen. And young lady," he added, looking at Zoe. He seemed to have trouble getting out the last two words.

Mike and Jeremy each shot Zoe a quick smile and ran to the back of the restaurant towards the security guard room. Scott opened the door to the backstage. She had no idea what those guys' jobs were, but they weren't her concern.

Fritz and Zoe walked back to the Parts and Service room. Once they got there, she turned to Fritz. "Okay, you start working on the programming. I'll start building."

He nodded. "Okay." He sat down in the chair at the control panel and booted up his laptop. He plugged the computer into to the panel and began working.

Zoe turned and looked at the empty animatronic frames, then down at the heap of metal she had collected from the guards' past failed attempts. She picked up an ear-shaped piece of pink and white metal from the Toy Foxy robot. She'd taken to calling it Mangle, since that was what a lot of people had called the old Toy Foxy robot before the fire.

She bent over and picked up her toolbox, then looked back up at the metal frames. Her thoughts whirled around in her brain, half her mind wondering about what accident Vincent might have been in, the other wanting to concentrate on the task at hand.

She took a deep breath and began to build.