Time to Pay the Price [Purple Guy x Reader]

Chapter 1

~Scott's POV~

"Look, (Y/N), I can't-"

"There has to be something we can do!!" She snapped in her agony, glaring up at me. I sighed.

Vincent's been missing for a while now. No sign of him. No clue as to where he went. We can't really think of anyone who'd need him, either; Ali and that other guy he hated so much were both dead.

(Y/N) had become frustrated fairly quickly. Her and Vincent had been quite close after all, so I don't really blame her for that. But she was kinda breathing down my neck because I'd located him last time through her phone. The kidnappers this time, however, had been smarter; his cellphone wasn't leading us anywhere. It'd been disposed of.

"(Y/N), I can't think of anything else to do, and I sure won't be thinking of anything anytime soon if you keep me stressed out!" I growled. She huffed out her irritation and crossed her arms at this but kept her gaze on me.

"Go see if Fritz or Jere have any bright ideas. I'll let you know if I think of anything, for God's sakes!" I snapped.

"Fine. Maybe I will!" She snapped, then turned to the door shed entered through, threw it open, and stormed outside.

Of course, she slammed it on the way out.

I sighed. I just wasn't in the mood for this.

I turned away and walked off.

There has to be a way to save Vincent. We just haven't had enough time to find it yet.

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~Vincent's POV~

"Ugh..."

I blinked awake, my vision soon clearing. I was in a dark room, on a bed. There was a huge door a few feet in front of it, the only light in the room emitting from the bottom and tops of it. There were voices from outside, but they were too quiet for me to make out what they were saying, though.

I tried to sit up but was soon greeted with the fact my wrists were both tied to individual bedposts. I turned around and glanced over my shoulder to find this. I scowled.

I tugged at the restraints a bit, but then gave up and fell still. I looked up at the door again, trying to finally take a moment to think.

Trying to think about what had happened not long ago at all that had gotten me to where I was now.

Most of my memories were blurs.

Snow. Lots of snow. Running. Had to keep running. I just had to keep running...

I shook my head.

All I remember after that was laughter. Lots of laughter. A small gap in between that was just memories I couldn't quite remember, but then there was a short bit of time where I was shoved down somewhere. I don't remember where. My memory's too mixed up. It was dark though. Really dark.

I remember it aching. Aching really badly. I remember barely looking up weakly. And that's when my memory cuts off entirely.

Now I'm just here, I guess.