Vincent's POV
I snuck out the window. I wrote a note to Y/N, telling her to not worry. I headed for the Pizzeria. To where Mike was.
I opened the unlocked front entrance and stood in the shadows in the dining room. I saw the camera pan across the room. When the red light stopped blinking, I ran down the west hallway. I peeked through the window to see Mike flipping Chica off. I slipped into the room and stood behind Mike. He didn't even know.
"Fuck off duck!"
I laughed menacingly. "She's a chicken, Mikey. Just like you."
He spun around. I shoved him hard. His head just missed the desk edge. I pulled out a knife. Mike stood up and I swung my knife at him. He managed to dodge every swing.
I pushed him against the wall with the knife on his neck.
"Why did you do it?!" I demanded.
"What?"
"Answer me you son of a-"
"Vincent? What are you doing?"
I turned to the east hallway door to see Y/N. My heart dropped. I let Mike go and I reached out to her. She backed up. She then stomped up to me and smacked me hard. I stumbled backwards. I looked at her.
"Why did you go after Mike?! You know that I don't like him!" She screamed at me.
I looked behind her to see a large figure. She was grabbed before I could say anything. Just as she was grabbed, I saw two brown hands reach out of the darkness.
