˜"*°•.˜"*°• Spine Chilling. •°*"˜.•°*"˜(Rody x Vince)

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜.

WARNING‼️‼️ EXTREMELY GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF VIOLENCE, DEATH, PANIC ATTACKS, OBSESSION, AND A BRIEF MENTION OF SEIZURES.

Rody woke to the soft sound of birds chirping outside his window, the early morning sun shining through the tattered curtains. The soft rays of sunlight beamed down onto his face and flooded the cluttered room. He sat up and stretched, feeling a buzz of excitement and nerves fluttering in his stomach. Today was the day! The day he started working for Vince, and he wanted everything to go perfectly.

Meanwhile, across town, Vince groaned and opened his eyes to the blinding light leaking through his curtains. His head throbbed, the smell of wine still lingering on his breath. He rolled over onto his back, wincing as he realized he'd passed out cold on the floor the night previous. This was not how he planned on starting his day. He laid still on his back for a second, slowly gaining the strength to roll onto his stomach and steadily push himself off the ground. His arms trembled from how weak he felt, and his pulsating migraine made his morning experience even more unpleasant. He was soon sitting up, scooting to lean against his bed. His head sunk into his hands, rubbing his fingers in circular motions against his temples which only seemed to worsen the grueling pain. He grumbled tired nonsense as he tried to gain the motivation to start his day. He sighed heavily and stood up, stumbling into his bathroom, and looking at himself in the mirror. He shook his head at how disheveled he appeared, yawning as he stared into his reflection.

After a minute of staring at himself, he grabbed the small handle on his mirror cabinet and pulled it open to search for some medication to ease the sharp pains. He felt as if his brain was leaking like a fountain out of his ears, pouring out in chunks of mush and fluid onto the floor. Fortunately, his brains were indeed still intact even if they felt jumbled around. He pulled a small bottle of pills from the cabinet and unscrewed the cap, shaking out 2 small capsules and putting the bottle back into its rightful space on the small shelves. He loosely closed his hand as he walked to not drop the pills, quickly making his way into his dimly lit kitchen. The only source of light being the tiny beams of sunlight that peaked through the cracks in his blackout curtains. He moved to flick on his light switch, wincing from the bright fluorescent lights and immediately turning them back off. He sighed and walked to his cabinets, feeling around to find the handle. He opened them and reached his hand to feel around for a glass to fill with water. At some point his hand grasped around a cold ceramic mug instead. Usually he hated using anything but his usual glass cups for water, as all of his dishes had very specific uses. Most people wouldn't really care about it, but for some reason using this mug just urked Vince. In the moment however, he could care less as long as this damn headache went away. He filled the glass with water, tossing the pills back into his mouth and gulping down the liquid.

After a while of waiting around in his dark kitchen, he felt the pain slightly start to subside. He checked the time and immediately was sent into a panic. He rushed to throw on a clean chef's coat and a pair of nice slacks, tying it altogether with a pair of clean black dress shoes. Once he was dressed he jogged downstairs and turned on the lights inside the bistro, fixing up the dining area. His cooks started to arrive, on time as usual. Most of them could tell their boss was on edge today. He just looked visibly distressed which made beads of sweat run down their foreheads as they started to prep the kitchen for when the bistro opened.

At Rody's apartment complex, loud footsteps could be heard on the floor above Rody's downstairs neighbors as he got ready for his first day. He threw his clothes on with a smile plastered on his face. He was practically bouncing he was so excited. Rody had worked many jobs before, but this one was the most lavish one he had been employed at to date! He was beaming with joy as he checked the time, noticing he was running a bit late. He quickly ran to grab his bike and walked with it to his door, making sure he had everything he needed before he left. He made his way down the stairs and hopped onto his horse- er.. bike. Well with the way he abused this poor bike for so many years it might as well be his horse. He pedaled as quickly as he could, soon arriving at the bistro. He quickly rode until he was at the side of the establishment and he rested his bike up against the wall. The ecstatic ginger walked back around and went to knock on the door, catching himself and just walking inside instead. He was so nervous he didn't even know how to act. Not only was this his first really good job, it was also owned by his really great old friend! He strolled on in and made his way to the stoic chef who was standing by the kitchen doors. His dark circles were more visible than the previous day which Rody noticed right off the bat.