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This chapter includes a song... I'll tell you in the chapter when to start playing it so dw lol

     Vincent had hung up on the police and was standing with his hands on your shoulders in the hall. His eyes were trained on yours, seeming to enhance the urgency. 

     "I want you to listen to me," He said, clearly in a hurry. You nodded. "Run out the back door in the kitchen - stand a reasonable distance away, but not so far that I won't be able to reach you in time." 

     You didn't exactly know what 'in time' meant in this situation, but agreed nonetheless.

     Vincent pulled you in for a brief hug to say: 

     "Don't worry, Y/N. Everything will be alright. Just follow my instructions and we won't be caught. Ok?" 

     "Ok." 

     He took a step back and sighed. 

     "Don't think about me, and don't stop. Run." 

     You nodded, not needing to hear anymore. 

     On the outside, you tried to stay calm and collected, but on the inside, you were terrified. Why did he need you to follow his directions exactly? It worried you, but you dashed off anyway. 

( Play the song now. )

     Time seemed to slow down around you as you ran. 

     You rounded the corner and emerged into the main dining area, which was still dark. You sidestepped tables and chairs as your eyes wandered what they could see. 

     For some reason, you felt melancholic.

     You noticed the table where you and Vincent had spoken when you first met, and a light smile tried to pull at your lips. 

     He smiled at you and seemed to eye you up and down for a moment before straightening up.

     "Ok, L/N, I have an offer for you." You tilted your head. "How about I buy you and Jack dinner? You seem like you could use a bite to eat, dealing with him."

     You were almost taken aback by his friendly gesture. Why would he do that for you? Maybe he felt bad for you, since you were... y'know. Broke. You assumed that was exactly what it was.

     But you lightly shook your head no. "Come on," You said, trying to spare yourself the shock of practically being asked to dinner. "I don't want you to spend anything on me."

     You remembered that day fondly - he assured you no money would be spent because he was the owner. You had been flattered by that. 

     You tried to shake away the memory as you entered the second hallway which lead to the kitchen. 

     I have to be fast. You reminded yourself, approaching the metal doors. You opened them without difficulty. 

     You trained your eyes on the back door, which would lead you out of the restaurant. 

     You nodded to yourself as you maneuvered your way around the maze that was Chica's kitchen. There was no time to slip up, so you swerved around the corners easily, prepared to run out. 

     The door was in front of you then. You shoved it open recklessly to see the back lot. There were no cars parked there. 

     The freezing air hit your blood-stained cheeks as you sprinted outside, looking around for a direction to run in.