Monster (Vincent x Reader)

Tear-Stained T-Shirt

Chapter Five

It was about 11:50pm, and you were running late for your shift at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.
"Shit! Shitshitshitshit!" You continued to cuss, running out of your car and to the pizzeria.
Going through the door towards the office, you heard soft moans and pants behind the door. You gulped, turning the doorknob, only to find a young man naked, and the other male with his pants pulled down. They both stopped at what they were doing and stared at you.
"Shit... D-did I come at a bad time?" You blushed a scarlet red, and closed the door, waiting outside for the door to reopen.
"Ah...s-s-s-s-sorry ____..." Jeremy was still shocked and embarrassed, and his hair was a mess.
You gave him a small smile and patted his shoulder, "I-it's fine, Jere. I was just a little..."
"Disgusted?"
"No. No! Just... Surprised," You said, telling the truth, thinking about all the gay fan fiction you've read in the past.
"Oh...we-well the shift is about to st-start, and you must be c-cold," Jeremy let you in, where all you could see was Mike staring the opposite direction of you, and you chuckled saying it was fine.
He only looked at you with worried eyes that maybe you found him disgusting.
"Mike, it's okay, seriously," you assured him, going to him and pat his back.

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6:00am
You stood up and stretched, yawning in the process.
You got your coat on, and waved goodbye to Jeremy and Mike.
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Moments after you've arrived home, you felt your phone vibrating and realized it was an unknown number.
You shrugged and answered it anyways, "Hellooo?" You said.
There was a small pause in the call before someone began to talk.
"Is this ____(y/f/n)____?" The ragged voice said.
"That depends. Who's calling?" You questioned, slightly suspicious about the caller.
The stranger on the other line snorts, "How could you forget your own father?"
You stopped walking to your house and freeze. Your heart began to best faster.
"D- Dad?!" You stutter, gulping hard against your saliva.
"One and only," he chuckled.
Your eyes started to water, but soon you wiped them away and balled up your free hand into a fist.
"H...how the hell did you find my number?" You angrily spoke.
"How the hell am I not in your contacts?" He only said, mimicking your tone. "And do not speak to me like that, missy."
You stomped your foot to the ground, hard enough to make a small crack.
"I can speak however the fuck I want!" You yelled over the phone.
"____," your father said, dark-sounding. "You will not use those words in my presence, nor on the phone with me."
"Your presence? Your fucking presence?! You weren't ever fuckin' there for me! You think I'd want to see your face again?! You think I'm enjoying this call?!" You screamed, seething with rage.
"That is it. I'm flying down there," he said, making you even more angry.
"Fuck you! THE REASON WHY I LEFT HOME IS BECAUSE I WAS SICK OF YOU, YOU MAN-WHORE," you abruptly hung up the phone, getting inside your house.
You went inside your room, locking the door behind you. As soon as you did that, you slid down to the floor against the door and began to tear up.
'Fuckin' hell,' you thought in your head, water rushing down your eyes.
You sighed, thinking about Vincent. You looked through the contacts in your phone. Under the letter 'V' you saw...

"Vincent..."

Damn that guy, you loved him so much.
You saw the number, and instantly called.
"V-V-Vincent?" You felt butterflies in your stomach once you had heard his voice.
"_____? Is that you? God, I thought you'd never call."
"N-never.... What? You put your number in there and didn't tell me!"
"But I put it in there like 3 days ago," Vincent sighed, sounding more like a young child.
"C-Can you come over....?" You blushed while talking. "I- I just don't feel safe by myself right now," you continued to talk, your voice beginning to break. "I-i-i-it's okay if you d-don't wanna come over, b-but I kinda...need you," you mumbled that last part, wiping your tears.
"Of course I will, _____," he said with compassion, "You had me at 'Come over'. I'm on my way now."

You both hung up and you stayed in your room, as your tears fell down your face. Soon, you feel into a deep sleep, and found yourself in a nightmare.

You woke up with Vincent sleeping next to you on the couch. The TV still on, Vincent growled and got you to turn it off. You giggled at his cuteness and snuggled into his chest. Within a minute, you heard the door break down, you father there and shouting at you. You tried grabbing Vincent's shirt, but what you did grab was the blanket. He wasn't there.
"V-Vincent?!" You said, your throat killing you.
"_____!" Your father yelled, stomping over to you, and pulled your hair. "How dare you leave me..."
When your tears began to fall, you tried screaming help but it didn't work, it hurt, and it felt like someone stole your voice.
"No! No!" You cried, as your dad threw you across the room, coming back to you, pulling your shirt collar up and punched you several times in the face.
When he dropped you, you fell to your side, resulting him continuously kicking you in the ribs.
"Stop it dad, stop it!" You yelled as loud as your voice could go, but he only looked at you and laughed.
"You pathetic girl," the man said, pulling out a knife and held it close to your throat. "You. Shouldn't. Have. Been. Born!"
In a flash, the knife cut your throat, making you gag and cough out blood. Your father laughed hysterically, and there was another figure laughing beside him.

Vincent.

"NONONONONO!" You shrieked, grabbing the closest thing beside you.
"_____?! _____?!?!!!" It was Vincent, and he looked at you with an ultimate deal of concern.
"V-!" You couldn't talk. You choked up his name and stuffed your face into his chest, bawling.
Vincent hugged you back, and softly shushing you and whispering it was okay. You hiccuped and continued to cry, only softer this time. You let go of Vince, first looking at his tear-stained t-shirt.
"Oh God, Vincent," your tears came back to you, and you went back to his chest. "How'd you get in?"
"The door was unlocked and I came in to see you mumbling "No, stop" in your sleep... What happened ____?" He said, still trying to assure you everything was okay.
"I ha-had a horrible nightmare, Vincent," you said through your tears, still muffled in his chest.
You explained the nightmare to him, and he listened intently.
"I hope you know that I'd never do that, love, never to you," he cooed, carrying you to bed. "I care about you too much to even think about doing that. Leaving you, laughing at your dead body."
He looked at you with eyes you could die for, and you looked at him back. He laid a small kiss on your lips and hugged you tightly.
"I'll keep you safe from anyone who tries to hurt you ____," he said, soon about to fall asleep. "I swear on my life."

Vincent closed his eyes and instantly dozed off. You couldn't sleep, even though you were safe in Vincent's arms. You stared at the ceiling, and back at Vincent. You kissed his nose and his forehead. You sighed, pulling the blanket to cover the two of you.
You thought about the dream, and couldn't stop thinking about it. You were about to cry once more, until a certain sleeping Vincent moved in bed, closer and trapping you where you lay. Softly giggling, you pecked his lips and smiled at his face. You loved this man, you felt it was love at first sight. As a teen, you never believed this, considering all your past relationships had ended badly. But Vincent... He was special.
The soft snores of his eased your feeling of tenseness.
"Thank you Vincent."