You Can't. (Vincent: Book 2)

Chapter 1

It was my first day at the pizzeria, well working. Phone had to go ahead because he needed to go ahead with it since he was the manager. He was promoted the day I was hired. I was happy and so was he. Phone rarely goes into shifts now. He has to take care of showing recruits, like me, what goes around and what happens. Mostly what we do is just make sure things go smoothly.

I went up to the pizzeria. Two kids. I watched them carefully. No people around. Strange. you would mostly see a parent or gaurdian around. I sat there in the car for a while watching them. I stared at them closely as they went to an alley way which leaded to the back of the pizzeria. I got up out of the car and followed them behind the dark alley way.

"Hey, kids. What do you think you are doing?" They both jumped and turned around. "We just....we just want to get into the pizzeria but we can't since we have no money to get in." I stood there, then an idea sparked into my head. "Okay. You can follow me. I'll let you in." I went to the back as they followed me. We went down a corridor and then into the janitors room.

"Okay, you guys sit here while I'll tell my boss I brought in some of my friends." I left the janitor's room and locked it so they couldn't leave. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. I walked back over to the janitor's room and saw that they were just sitting there. The youngest one came up to me. "Mister, can we go see them now?"

I laughed at the thought. "Yeah, you can." I grabbed onto her arm. She started to scream a bit but I ended up covering her mouth as I slit her throat. The oldest one sat there really shocked. I went up to him and stabbed him straight through his stomach. I then took the kids bodies and ended up shoving them into the vent. I held onto the knife, my clothes were also dirtied a bit. I went over to the kitchen, cleaned the knife and put it back.

I took off my shirt and tried to get rid of the blood. Fucking kids and there fucking menacing screechs. I just wanted to help them out. Get them away from there shit of a fucking parents. Not only  that, why the fuck do they have so much blood? I kept trying to scrub off the blood when Phone walked in.

"Hey Vincent! What are you doing?" I kept scrubbing. Fuck. "I ended up getting pizza sauce on me. I'll have to wear my outfit like this since I can't get rid of the blood." I nodded. "Phone, what are you doing here lovely?" His facial expression changed. He's pissed. "Vincent I swear to God."

I laughed a bit. "What are you going to do my dearest Phone? You going to tie me down? Threaten me? I wanna see you try that." I laughed a bit more as I pushed him against the counter. I licked the side of his face. His mustache that was shaved prickled my tongue. Oh, how that fucking turned me on. "Gugh!" A sharp sting sprung onto my gut as Phone's fist was right there. "God, Phone...that was a good punch." I was heavily breathing now.

"Do it again!" My face heated up as I looked up at Phone. "You sick fucking," I large pain hit straight down onto my head. "Dick!" He left the kitchen with me on the floor coughing a bit. I couldn't feel my gut, and I have a headache. Migraine? I can't tell. Aaahh, the powers of being a masochist and a sadist. How lovely. I finally recovered a bit and rose up. I stretched my limbs a bit and then walked out of the kitchen. I looked over to see him calmly talking to Fritz.

Just by seeing him talk to them I felt a sharp pain in my chest. What the fuck? I never felt this before. Wonder what they call this feeling. I decided I couldn't take it and went away. I always did this when he would talk to others. I went back into the kitchen and looked at the toaster. It's time for toast! I popped two into the toaster and got out the butter. I sat there on the counter, legs pulled up to my chest as I sat there waiting for the toast to pop up!

PHONE'S P.O.V.I went out of the kitchen and walked over to Fritz. "Hey. Fritz." I got his attention as he looked up at me. Fritz's hair covered his eyes so I couldn't tell if he was looking at me. "Hey, Scott. What's up?" Fritz smiled as he looked up at me. "Nothing much. Ummm, has Vincent ever flirted with you?" He looked at the ground and then back at me. "No, why?" I shook my head. "Oh, no reason. I got to go see what he is up to."

I walked away and went into the kitchen to see that Vincent was sitting on the counter with his legs pulled up to his chest and he was waiting for the toaster. Cute. Woah! Wait. I do not like this perverted prick that likes to make a fool of me. "Hey! Get the Hell off the counter!" I gave him a shock as he fell off the counter. He banged his head onto the floor. "Ouch...fuck." Vincent looked up at me. "Fucking Hell, Phone. Don't surprise me like that. I hate surprises." He got up as his toasted dinged.

He took out the toast and spreaded butter on them. For some odd reason he sat in the corner away from me. Usually he would sit next to me and try to flirt with me. Instead he sat away. He quickly finished his toast and then looked at his wrist watch. "Oh, it's almost time. I'll be leaving first." I watched him as he walked out of the kitchen. "He doesn't seem like his normal self.." I whispered to myself. I got up and walked out of the kitchen. The owner already opened up the shop and already kids poured in.

The animatronics were all turned on and moving around to greet the kids. Of course Chica was walking around giving pizza to everyone. I was standing away as I watched the kids. As the day shift you just have to stand guard. Make sure all the kids are safe and no one goes into the back. The mouse looking animatronic came out and greeted the kids. I could tell the kids were not happy to see her back uo and running.

I turned around to greet the boss that passed by. I turned back to see the kids tearing up the animatronic again. "Hey!" All the kids backed away. The owner stomped over to the kids and the animatronic. I could tell he was stressed out. "Bring it back to the play room. Don't bring it back out." I was stunned. He would normally have it fixed. He started to walk away towards the hall way. I chased after.

"Sir! Why won't you fix it?" He turned over to me. "We're running out of money. Around this time we really don't have much choice. At this point we are going to have to shut down the pizzeria. We can't take care of this big place anymore." The pizzeria is going to close down? For how long? What is going to happen.

The next day it closed down. We were going to use the old animatronics. Patch them up.