The Trio (one-shots)

Right Or Wrong?

✦ SUMMARY -  Vincent has a devil and an angel on his shoulders.

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"C'mon, you muffin. Think this through, you can stay up all night and be a zombie tomorrow, or you can get a reasonable amount of sleep," A pleasing voice admonished. 

Vincent groaned, burying his head into his pillow. Floating above him were the two biggest nuisances he'd ever encountered.

Bad and Skeppy. They were the angel and devil on his shoulders respectively. They were meant to be representations of his consciousness and give him advice in conflicting situations.

Unfortunately, all the two did was argue.

"Leave the french guy alone, Bad! If the man wants to pull an all-nighter, he can," That was said by Skeppy, who was flying restlessly overhead. He had tousled black hair and tan skin. 

Emerge from his scalp were pointed devil horns that were crimson in colour. He'd occasionally summon a pitchfork as well, but currently, he had it sheathed. His wings were scaled and coloured a sombre blue. 

Bad frowned at the devil's words, crossing his arms. "Skeppy! Vin needs to fix his sleep schedule. He can't pull all-nighters all week!" The angel had a sparkly halo that hovered over his dark brown hair.  His skin was pale. Square-framed glasses rested on his face. His wings were white and feathery.

Vincent internally screamed. He sat up in his bed and watched as the two began arguing.

The french guy had only received the angel and devil the year prior. He had been pretty lonely and bored beforehand after dropping out of school. He had to admit that the two made his life a lot more interesting.

Even so, he kinda hoped they would shut up so he could get some sleep.

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The first dilemma of the day; Breakfast.

Vincent listed his options. "There is bread, eggs, cereal, and bacon." He glanced at Skeppy and Bad, who were flying around the kitchen. 

The devil excitedly grabbed the Cheerios out of Vincent's hand. "These are quick!"

Bad shook his head, gesturing towards the eggs and bacon. "A growing baguette needs a healthy breakfast. Cheerios aren't good enough," He also picked up the carton of muffins. "...these are necessary too."

Vincent held up a hand before an argument could start. "Waait. Did you just call me a growing baguette?"

Skeppy giggled and Bad shrugged. "What else am I supposed to call you?"

The french guy inwardly sighed. He picked up his keys from the counter and threw on his sweater. "Fvck this, I'm going to Chick-Fil-A."

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Vincent wouldn't describe himself as evil. 

He didn't have the motivation to purposefully inconvenience others...

Well, that was before he met Skeppy.

The unlikely trio stood in the line at Chick-Fil-A. Well, one stood and the others floated.

In front of them was a vehement woman who shouting orders at the cashier like he was a dog. She also had casually insulted the cashier a few times, degrading him and making fun of him. At one point, she even said: "No surprise an idiot like you works at a place like this".

Skeppy nudged the french guy, his eyes sparkling. "Psst, push your foot out,"

Vincent blinked but obeyed nonetheless.

Just as the woman collected her complicated order and began sashaying out the door, Vincent stuck out his foot.

The following events transpired: The woman tripped, the food went flying, and the cashier's eyes filled with amusement.

Vincent walked to the counter to take his order, pretending as if nothing happened. Skeppy snickered, a huge grin spread across his face.

Sure, Vincent wasn't evil. He just had a devil on his shoulder who encouraged him to do evil things! Totally not the same thing.

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After a long day of roaming the streets and listening to the angel and devil argue, Vincent was ready to just relax. 

All he had to do was take out the trash, then...

"Meow!"

The french man blinked. He looked around him. The streets and sidewalks were empty, and his neighbours didn't seem to be home. He ignored the weird sound and tossed the trash bag into the dumpster.

Just as he was returning inside, he heard it again: "MEOW!"

He furrowed a brow. "Did you guys hear that?"

Bad and Skeppy nodded. "It kinda sounded like a cat," The devil said.

The angel nodded eagerly, his wings fluttering. "Yeah! It's pretty loud too."

Vincent hummed. The three unanimously agreed to search for the source of the sound. 

The pitiful meows led them to a small field behind Vincent's house. The grass was green and cropped, with flowers powdered in between the blades.

He bent down and came face to face with a kitten.

The kitten's eyes were bluer than glacier water. His rumpled fur was decorated with splotches of brown. He was small enough to fit in Vincent's palm.

He stared in awe at the flimsy little creature that lay in front of him.

Bad and Skeppy stared at well. Though there was a noticeable amount of passion burning in the angel's eyes.

"O h m y g o o d n e s s. It's a baby, muffins. It's a baby cat!" He circled around the kitten, his halo glimmering. "Ah, he's so cute!"

Suddenly, he looked into Vincent's eyes with the intensity of a thousand suns. "You have to take him home."

It was not a suggestion. No, it was a fact. Perhaps predetermined by the gods themselves.

Vincent gingerly reached out to the little cat, who responded by pawing at hand.

Then the little sh*t bit his finger.

That was the moment the french guy knew he had to keep him.

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Aaaaand, cut.

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