"Vincent..... What are you doing!?" Dear God he's holding my hand??? Why am I sweaty?? Why is he just staring at me!? What Do You Want!? I just stare but he doesn't say anything... Why? "Um... I'm... I'm sorry man..." replies Vincent finally, he tries to let go but I'm still holding on... Because I kinda like it?
"I.... Hi." What am I doing? He probably... Wait what am I doing!? I'm straight right?.... Right! I'm Straight! I let go and look away. "I'm so sorry I don't know what got over me" Vincent says really low. I look back to him and sees the sorrow in his eyes... So moist and blank yet emotional. I couldn't speak so we just looked at each other for a while... What can he be thinking? After what felt like 5 minutes he got up and went to the toaster.
From the other room he said, "They're burnt. I'll make some more... Right now"... "Sure" was my response. I found this opportunity to lighten the mood a bit with a joke after such an embarrassing moment. "If Las Vegas made toasters, you'd have to put in a LOT of bread before any came
back." I could hear Vincent laughing from the kitchen. Heh heh I really needed that.
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Wreck Less Infinities (PurpleMike)
FanfictionThis is a fanfiction between two guards at the establishment Freddy FazBear Pizza! Mike feels a connection spark with this mysterious purple man he works with. Having the news go around about a murderer on the lose Mike feels he need to go detective...
