I'd kill for you || Vincent x reader

~1. A New Job~

Your P.O.V

I ran my hands through my hair and let out a sigh, glancing up at the clock hung up on the wall of my English classroom. It was the last class of the day, and then I was able to go home. Not that that was much of a treat, but at least I was able to be alone there.

There was five minutes until the bell was due to ring, I could already see my classmates around me beginning to slowly and quietly pack their bags. I began to follow suit, quietly putting my exercise copy into my bag, the teacher was oblivious and continued to talk. I didn't really mind him all that much, he was good fun when he wanted to be, but I wished he'd stop talking. No one was even listening to him anymore.

When I finally put all my books into my bag, the bell rung. Like most people in the room, I was packed and ready to go. I stood up, swung my bag over my shoulder, and scurried out, desperately trying to avoid two certain people who'd been throwing me venomous looks the entire class. I wasn't sure why, but I wasn't keen on waiting to find out.

I made my way down to the bus I took and sat down near the front, I placed a pair of earbuds into my ear and began to listen to music, allowing my mind to wander. A few days ago I had hit eighteen, my birthday was nothing special, the only person who'd remembered was myself. Not that it mattered, I was used to it by now.

What mattered was now I was free to get a job anywhere I wanted, as long as it was within walking distance of my house. I thought of the old pizzeria.. Freddy Fazbears I believed it was called. I had heard they were looking for a new night guard, what qualifications would that require? All I had to do was sit and stare at cameras for six hours, it couldn't get much more simple than that.

I quickly googled the article on my phone and copy and pasted the phone number, making up my mind to call it when I got home. Yeah working a night shift while I was still in school was gonna be stressful as hell, but at least I would have an escape. Hey, maybe I'd even make some friends.

My bus pulled up at the foot of my house, I begrudgingly left and made my way inside. I was greeted with the familiar sight of my dad sitting on the couch watching TV, he made no gesture to acknowledge my presence. I quietly sneaked up to my bedroom, managing to make my way there without bumping into my mum, who was arguably worse than my dad, and closed the door behind myself. I picked up my phone and dialed the number.

"Hello, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza here, how can I help you?"

"Uhm, hi.. I saw your article about looking for a new night guard and was wondering if the place was still available.."

"Of course it is! Do you wish to sign up?"

"Yea-"

"You're hired! Come to us at eleven tonight and our worker Vincent will show you the basics. We'll have a uniform fitted for you as well, he'll just need to take some measurements."

"Th-thank you.."

They hung up, I couldn't help but feel a little suspicious about how quick they were to hire me. What were they hiding? Was this even legit? Was this just some prank? I brushed it off, at least, if this was real, I now had an excuse to be away from my family other than school. I didn't have any friends, as they were scared of me because of my bruises - I used to cover them with makeup but I was constantly getting put in detention for wearing makeup to school and stopped. Initially I told the few friends I made that the bruises were just birthmarks I was massively insecure about. Eventually I had the confidence to tell one of my closest friends the truth, and she told everyone in response and no one wanted anything to do with me after that.

I opened my drawer of makeup and picked up the foundation, covering up some of the bruises - it worked like a treat. I smiled and began to apply more, if only the foundation looked more natural, maybe I'd still have friends.