Fixing Stitches (Mike Schmidt x Reader)

Vincent's POV

Yeah this is kinda a side chapter but bear with me.

Woow!

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It's been a few days since y/n came and visited me in this hell hole. Ugh, I was so mad that Scott would do this to me. I raise my fist and slam it hard into the wall. This caused a sharp pain to make it's way up my arm. I whimper and hold my hand.

"Shut up in there!" Someone yelled from a different cell.

"Why don't you come and make me!" I yell back

And it was that moment, I realised something. I could escape.

"Oh your gonna get it tomorrow!" He yelled

"Keep it down in there" The cop shouted from down the hall

"Stay outa this coppa" I yell, hoping to agitate him

"Yeah, this is between me, and that purple crayon over there!" The other prisoner yelled

"Oh thats it!" I was raging now, no one calls me a crayon and makes it out alive.

I begin to shake the bars of the cell, causing a loud echo throughout the prison.

"I said, Keep it down!" The cop came down the hall and to my cell.

He comes close to the bars (which is a bad thing to do) and stares me straight in the eyes. I take my chance and reach out, grabbing him by the collar before pulling him in. His head clashes hard with the metal bars and he falls to the floor, unconscious. I crouch down and pull the keys out of his pocket. Unlocking my cage like cell, I stroll down the hall. All the other prisoners just watched me as I began to whistle casually. I walk to the evidence vault and unlock it. I grab out my clothes and knife. Looking at the time, i see tat it was 11:00pm. I wonder who's on duty tonight? I walk out of the prison and out to Freddy's.

The parking lot was empty except for one car. Scott's I walk up to the restaurant and opened the door. It was quit. I look at my watch. 11:20 I walk to the office and see Scott sitting in the chair playing with his keys.

"Yo" I say calmly

Scott turns around and we were both silent for a second.

"What..are you doing here?" He asked sceptically

"Eh, felt like coming to work"

"B-but, you should be in jail"

"Oh, right" I roll my eyes and take a few steps forward "Nah, that place wasn't to good on security. It was easy to escape"

"You escaped!" he exclamed

"Yeah, so?"

"You could get even more time in jail if they catch you, you know" I could tell he was stressing. If the police found me, Scott would get arrested to for not turning me in.

"Yeah, thats why your gonna hide me till this whole thing blows over" I say

"No, no I can't do that!" He stands up and starts pacing "I can't house a fugitive, thats illegal!"

We argue for a bit until I hear a car pull up in the parking lot. Scott doesn't notice so I don't say anything. I had eventually tuned him out. He was just pointlessly rambling. I hear the door open and fain laughing. Scott continues to stress and yell. The noises outside the office go quiet and I begin to think that they are listening to us. I turn to the door and see no one. I turn back to Scott when someone shouted from behind me.

"What the fuck are you doing here" It was Mike

Of all people, it had to be that shit head.

"Mike, stop!" Scott yells