"His Delicious Obsession." A Dead Plate Fanfiction

Deep Cravings

*Time skip from where we left of blah blah blah Vincent goes for a smoke break Rody serves customers nothing happens.
Sorry for the time skip, BUT I PROMISE IN RETURN I SHALL GIVE YALL WHAT YALL CAME FOR!! IT'S GETTING GOOD*

Rody's POV:

My shift is finally over. I can finally go back home! I took one good look around the place. Dimmed lights surrounded the dining area. It was calming in a way, like watching the sunset indoors.
I almost fell into thought and admiration until I heard a voice.
"Rody?"
I turned behind me. A dirty blonde female chef was standing behind me with a sweet smile. She was still in her uniform without the headwear. She had pastel green eyes that looked like a doe's.
"Yes, that's me," I responded. She's beautiful, but not really my type. Plus, I have Manon. I thought of her again and wished she was here.
"Well, I heard it's your first day. I'm Beatrice, by the way. How are you liking it so far?" She seemed friendly. Maybe I can make a few friends here.
"It's good, I guess.." I started thinking of Vincent. He was, I guess you could say, something else. "Uhm, how long have you been working here?"
"Four years." She started looking at her shoes. "It's kind of a stresser, but it pays money."
I was thinking about asking her about what's going on in here, for I couldn't help but get an eerie sense of emotion from here. It doesn't feel like anything is going to happen to me, but rather to someone else. Something wasn't right. "So, I see you've met our boss, Vince." She looked at me with a smirk on her face, but her eyes were cautious.
"Yes, I have. He seems kinda scary, but he doesn't seem too bad. I've had worse bosses, honestly," I responded.
The woman's smile faded. She looked to the side, downwards at her shoes, then back up at me. "Is there something wrong?" I asked her.
"Well.. just be careful. I came to say hi, and to warn you about... you know who." Her face looked half emotionless, and half nervous.
"Is everything okay?" I asked her. She concerned me.
Was something wrong with him? Is he going to hurt us?
Has he already?

Beatrice's POV:

Oh, Rody. I'm so sorry you had to get into this mess.
If only he knew the things Vincent had done. I get goosebumps just from looking at him, and it makes me sick to think of the things he's done.
"He's really da- I- strict, and can be.. aggressive at times. I would quit, but I dont have much of a choice. It's tough out there, you know?"
He didn't look too excited about that, but his face didn't change drastically.
"I can tell, heh," he responded. He put on a little smile, almost as if to cover up his worries.
I just want to tell him. I want to tell him everything, but I feel like Vincent would kill me if I ever did. Not that he's a murderer, but I always have felt as if was going to do something to me.
I don't know when, and I don't know how, but I just know something might happen.

Rody's POV:

"Well, I'm sure we're all gonna be okay. He's probably dealing with something, so it's best to leave him be. And if he ever does something, it's not too much of a hump to report it," I told the chef, trying my best to comfort her without being weird. She looked at me in the eyes and gave a nervous, genuine smile.
"Thank you. I guess you're right. The police are never too far from this restaurant," she told me.
Well, that sure makes me feel a whole lot better that I could just run and shout like a maniac for help if I ever needed to. I smiled at the thought of me running around town like an elephant being chased by a mouse.
"Well, that's good."
I look at the time.
"Oh, crap! I gotta get going pretty soon!"
The woman glances at the clock, and her eyes widen.
"You're right, oh God! See you tomorrow, Rody!"
"See you tomorrow!"

Vincent's POV:

I listen closely to the conversation downstairs. So that's what that little shit thinks of me?
"Too- d-d- strict?" I say, mocking her stuttering. Was that stupid bitch about to say something infront of Rody? 'Da' doesn't sound like a part of the word, 'strict'.
Aggressive? Oh, I'll show her aggressive.
After all these years, she doesn't know about my apartment upstairs, and that's just perfect. I can listen to her talk shit, and I can hear...Rody.
The thought of him made me nervous again, but my mood softened. My heart felt like a jackrabbit. Why does he make me feel like this? I don't know.

*Time skip*

I lay in my bed, doing absolutely nothing.
I can't stop thinking about him. I want to be near him. I want to protect him. I want to.. what do I even want with him?! He's nothing! He's nothing! He's nothing..he's..
I won't accept this feeling. He's dirt-broke. I live in luxury. He's nothing!
But it didn't work. Fuzzy feelings kept coming back, and I tucked myself tighter into my blanket. No matter how hard I tried to get rid of them, the thought wouldn't go away. His upbeat voice and his pretty figure were engraved in my brain. His copper hair that resembles fluffy clouds.. I could almost feel it again.
What is wrong with me?!

*another time skip 20 minutes.*

I can't sleep. Today's been the strangest day I've ever had, but for what reason other than Rody, I'm not sure.
I can't keep doing this. I have to sleep. I'm probably gonna have to help him out a lot, and I'm not trying to look like a dead giraffe.
Thoughts of Rody keep coming. I can't stop thinking about him. I've never felt like this about anybody. Ever. What do I even do about this?
I remembered the scent of his cologne. Lemon, and something more. Shivers ran down my spine at the thought of it... I liked it. He's just so... something about him is just so delicious.
It's like a delicious obsession.
I want him near me. All the time. I just want to taste him...

I crave Rody.

Rody's POV:
(Before the time skips)
Something about the way Beatrice describes Vincent is off... she knows more than she's letting on, but fair enough. I don't need to know everything on the first day. I started to think of when I had mentioned that I've dealt with worse bosses. She looked away as if this one was much worse. She looked scared for me. Was Vincent really that bad?
I unchained my bike and got on. I took one last look at the restaurant before zooming off. I could help but think I needed to get out of there. Maybe because of Vince? Maybe.
As I was speeding through the wind, I got lost in thought. I started thinking about everything that had happened today. First, I fell on the concrete while trying to get off my bike after I almost ran into the restaurant wall, my boss insulted me, twice, even though he was kinda right, and one of the chefs warned me about him. What is going on up in that place?
I almost feel as if someone's gonna die.. or you know what? I'm just being stupid. I just have to show up to work, do my job, and everything's gonna be fine.
Right?

Nobody's POV:

Rody walked into his apartment, drowsy. He groaned. His head hurt from everything already. He started to wonder if all of this was even worth it. He questioned his worth. Was Manon really worth it?
As Rody was walking towards his couch, he nearly tripped over his bike he had just set down on the ground. He took a good look at it. It was scratched and partially beaten up. He kept on walking, looking at every square inch of his apartment. He wasn't the cleanest guy, but this was just.. forget it.
The bathroom was overflowing, and his stove was broken and burnt, and his microwave was in terrible condition. He looked in his fridge. Sodas. Then, he looked down to find a few leftovers he had from a couple of days ago. He slipped them in the microwave and ended up burning them. At this point, he could burn water, and nobody would question it. He was Rody, after all.
He started to wonder what Manon would think of this. What did she really think of him? He remembered his records next to his record player. Oh, how he wanted to just cuddle with her and listen to them with her, but he knew she wouldn't do that. Last time, she fell asleep in the middle of it. Rody was debating whether she really lived him or not. They would constantly argue, and Manon would always have something new to criticize him about.
Thinking about her made Rody want to hear her voice again. Even if it was just a "hey..". At this point, it was a fantasy to receive any kind of affection from her. Sometimes, she made Rody feel like a rotten trash bag. Her words were like raccoons that tear at the trash bag. But she's all he has. He still loved her, and every time he had the money to treat her, she would be happy and treat him well until he was back to being broke. That's why he was doing this in the first place.
Rody had completely forgotten about the phone in his hands. And, of course, it hadn't been picked up. He sighed, missing her.
To make him feel less lonely, Rody opened his blinds. He gazed at the view. Buildings blocked what was behind, but he didn't mind. The nearby people made him feel safe. The dark sky covered everything, except for the light shining from the rooms that highlighted the roads nearby.

*Time skip a little bit.*

Rody hadn't realized he was slowly falling asleep. He was practically sleeping with his eyes open. Soon enough, his eyes were shut. He was exhausted. It's his first day on the job, and there already were so many people. There were so many demanding customers, and he had to serve them along with other chores all alone.
Before he could catch himself falling asleep, he was already lost inside of his dreams, and one by one, the outside lights shut off.