Happy Valentine's Day!
Welcome Back to a brand new feelsy payphone fanfic! Ya'll really liked the last one, so this is gonna be similar, but shorter. Much like NebulaeMika's Violet Hill, which I really recommend reading.
This will be using IllogicalVoid's au that I've tweaked a bit. Vincent is 19, Scott is 22, and Scott is the killer. It's gonna be similar to MOT, but this story is focused on Evil Angel by Breaking Benjamin. (This particular chapter is inspired by the album name, "Phobia".)Other songs similar to that will be used. Enjoy!
[Trigger/feels warning.]
"I know what I saw!" The young boy cried, struggling against his mother, who was trying to take her son outside. He was causing a disruption, yelling and throwing a fit over something that he thought he saw. This was all quite amusing to a certain employee.
"Kids these days.." The purple haired teen said softly to no one in particular. He crossed his arms, leaning against the wall next to the "Employees only" sign. Every day he came to work and dealt with endless screaming kids. Not the best job in the world.
Vincent chuckled a bit when he saw a tall brunette boy storm out of the office. His blood crimson eyes shot a glare towards Vince, who playfully stuck his tongue out. The look Scott gave him basically explained it all: 'Stop making fun of me or I'll kick your ass'.
"Oh Scotty, you're no fun. How'd the ass-reaming go?" Vince asked in a mock tone. He knew that his fellow employee had broken the rules again. Boss probably gave him a three hour lecture about how if he slips up again, he'll be fired in two seconds flat. It seemed that Scott had gotten that lecture more times than he could count, yet he was still here. Boss could never find someone stupid enough to take his place.
"Do you need me to shut your mouth for you?" Scott snapped bitterly. He wasn't in the mood for Vince's games. He walked into the employees-only room, hoping to get a break to cool off. But of course, as always, the annoying-as-hell grape kiddo followed him.
The room looked like a giant closet, filled with spare parts and animatronic suits. Various spare heads and robotic arms were strewn across the room. Bolts and screws littered the shelves. The room was a bit dark, the light didn't work well. And it was one of the few rooms without a camera.
Vince was surprisingly quiet. Scott grabbed his backpack, fishing for his keys. Boss told him to go home until tomorrow, so thats what he was going to do. He stodd and turned around, accidentally running into the smaller male. Scott growled. "Watch it!"
"Clean up your act," Vincent spoke bitterly, stepping out of the way. "If you get fired and leave me here alone, I'll kill you myself." Scott was surprised, Vince never was serious, let alone bitter.
"What, are you afraid or something?"
"Just stay and help me clean up." Vincent said, turning and walking back out into the dining area. Scott sighed softly, putting his keys back.
As if on cue, the kids began to filter out. Vince went to tend to the golden animatronics, while Scott went to set things up for Mike, the nightshift guard. The kids were finally gone, and it seemed that it was only the two employees.
Suddenly, a scream rang out. Scott jumped to his feet, knowing immediately who it was.
"Vincent?!"
