vince schneider one shots

interrogation (v.s.)

Vince is taken to the station and interrogated, later reunited with Sam Carpenter

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Everything happened in an instant, before they all even knew it they were in the police station, filling out their statements as Vince Schneider was being interviewed. He could see the reflection of Liv and her group of people until Judy Hicks walked inside the room, closing the door behind her. Vince lifted his gaze up. "Vince, you know why you're here?" She sternly asked as the door was locked and shut shielding the others from him.
"Dewey Riley started a fight with me, causing me to use his head as a piñata," vince says, glaring at Judy as she begins to pull out some clippings. "Where were you Thursday night?"
"I didn't do it, I was working. I went home after, my boss saw me." Vince says as Judy exhaled sharply, shaking her head at Vince before she sat straighter until a knock was heard and a deputy comes in. "Sheriff, there's been another Ghostface attack at the hospital," the deputy says before shutting the door. Vince furrowed his brow at Judy Hicks as it was just the two of them again. "So, you tried to pick a fight with a minor. . ."

Vince opened his mouth to say something, but then he glared at her instead. Judy rolled her eyes and looked up at him once and gave him a stern look, "you know maybe this town would be safer when you finally leave this town, then we'd finally have some peace of mind for once."

Vince's eyes squinted and glared right at her. "Hey, leave me the fuck outta this, I've done nothing to yall and you treat me like shit, especially from you and everyone in this god damn town.

Judy stared at Vince for a moment, before she sighed, "Get out,"

She got up, and without looking back opened the door for Vince who silently glared at her before he had walked out of her office and walked past Liv and her boyfriend, seeing Amber's gaze burning into the back of his head as he continued on without looking at the others. He stood outside the station for a few minutes, pulling his phone out of his pocket and unlocking it.
Immediately he was met with at least 20 messages from unknown number.

The contact says 'maybe Sam Carpenter'

"Hey, I hear you are in town"

"Vince?"

"Vince, Tara was attacked"

"Call me when you see these, please"

"Vince, I got a call from the killer, they know I'm Billy's daughter. I'm at the hospital, I'd appreciate some support"

"Vince, call me"

"My boyfriend is also here, his name is Richie."

"Are you alive?"

"Vince, please tell me what I'm hearing isn't true that you picked a fight with minors at the bar."

"Vince"

"Jesus Vince, answer your phone dammit."

"I've been leaving you messages."

"Please answer"

"The killer could know you are related to Stu"

"Vince"

"Vince, come on."

"Vince"

"Come on"

"Vince"

"Vince, hello?"

"Vince"

Immediately, Vince felt his stomach churn, not out of sickness but out of fear.

Sure enough, after about 5 minutes, Vince got back to his car and drove himself to the hospital with unexpected news.

Once he had arrived at the hospital he wasn't expecting Sam to nearly get killed. He ditched the receptionist's help on which way to go he had just pushed past the few people and he saw Sam Carpenter seated down the hall and he walked over, and by that point her boyfriend Richie was at her side. Taking her hand and putting on a sweet facade. Judy came out from the door and mumbled something that sounded of complete nonsense about how neither of them could not stop causing this town so much trouble, but the sheriff simply walked away with no farther complaining. Sam's brows furrowed together in confusion at Judy's words until she was face to face with an old friend.

It took her only a brief moment to realize that overtime Vince had drastically changed. He was no longer that short-skinny angsty boy she met in Woodsboro High, where they'd bunk'd class and smoke marijuana together or simply shoot the shit under the bleachers about how fucked up Billy and Stu were.

They sat in chairs awkwardly, waiting felt like ages before Sam began to panic, resting her hands in her lap. The tips of her fingers were visibly shaking as they sort of scratched her jeans. She'd been unsettled since her attack, and it was obvious.

After all, living in this world was too much for anyone.
It wasn't exactly something she wanted but she had managed. Vince Schneider had managed to make an attempt to speak to her but Sam sat up and started to walk in Tara's hospital room, closing the door behind her so she could have some privacy with Tara. He say in the chair opposite from Richie, palms shaky due to nerves as he had no idea what was happening but he knew it definitely wasn't ideal.

"GET OUT!"

Vince jolted up, seeing the door open and Richie's facade continued as he rushed to Sam's side as she walked over, tears prickled down her cheeks until she stops mid wipe at her eyes to see both Vince and Richie staring at her.

"Hey, it's just me." Richie assured her, purposefully not including Vince as he saw how this was already too much for Sam. Vince could sense that they were in need of alone time so he awkwardly checked his pockets, grabbing one of his cigarettes from a used pack of smokes. "Right, imma go for a smoke. . " Vince muttered aloud, starting to head for the double doors and give them privacy. In spite of that, Vince wanted to get out of that room anyway. He waits by his car, leaning against it as he lit his cigarette, letting out a puff of the smoke, sighing as he looked over and saw how dark it was.

He looked back at his phone as he had several more messages.

"We are going to the expert."

Vince fought the urge to roll his eyes before he sent her a message back.

"Who's that? Dewey Riley?"

Vince had waited for a reply with a scoff as he heard a ping. Pulling his phone out as he sees the message and his eyes widen.

"Dewey Riley."

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