Vincent and the Bite

A Madman's Ramblings

Hey, I'm not dead! Surprise!

(Vincent's POV)

I'm sitting in my cold cell, alone and isolated from the media storm that I had surely began. After all, what else would happen when I stabbed and stuffed five little kids? Hey, at least I kept my promise- it WAS a party to remember.

In all this darkness, I'm beginning to wonder.

I wonder how Scott is coping with the fact that his coworker/friend is a murderer. It shouldn't have been a surprise to anyone with an attention span of over five seconds that I was off in the head, but Scott always had his head in some phone or piece of technology. It was sickening to be honest.

I wonder if he misses me.

I wonder what I would say to him if I saw him one last time. One last goodbye before Mr. Chair deep fried my brains.

I think I would apologize.

Wait, what?

I have NOTHING to apologize for. If anything, it was that kid's fault. He's the one that got me fired. And Boss was the one that did the firing. And Scott was the one that didn't bother to look up from his damn TV when I was quietly falling apart and down into insanity and breaking and dying and silently begging for him to helpmehelpmeHELPME-

What am I talking about? I regret nothing. Nothing is wrong in this current situation. I'll be fine. You'll see. You'll all see. I'm absolutely FINE. And sane.

Yeah, sanity sounds nice.

(Policewoman Doll's POV)

"Sir, he's been talking to himself in that cell for over an hour now. Should we do something?"

My boss turned around to face me from his position by the coffee machine, though he keeps half of his attention on the slowly filling chipped cup. "What could we possibly do to help him, if we even wanted to help him? He's a crazy man, one with a death sentence on his head. He's a danger to himself and other people around him."

I quietly nod, aware that he spoke the truth. Still, I had to ask him one last thing before leaving him to his coffee. "He has someone who wants to see him, a Mr. Scott Cawthon. Could Mr. Jones see him before the sentence is carried out?"

My boss finally granted me with his full attention. He shook his head slowly from side to side, a frown filling his face. "Doll, I'm afraid that there is no way that we can allow Mr. Jones to meet people in his current condition. He's a babbling madman, and may be prone to violent outbursts according to his doctor. Allowing him visitors would be dangerous for all involved. Will that be all?"

I nodded, though it was clear that his attention was already back on his cup of coffee. "That will be all, sir."

I headed back for the security camera control room. Maybe something in the mad rambling of Mr. Jones would reveal why he snapped and murdered those poor, innocent children, one of which was-

No. I couldn't quite think of her yet. Not of her sweet little smile, or the way her tiny face lit up when she called out "Auntie!" Not of my precious little Violet, plucked too damn early from this world. No. Not yet.

First I was going to solve the mystery of her murderer.

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I'm sorry I made this sad. But not sad enough to stop.
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