The same dream came back to haunt you, like before. And again, you woke up screaming.
"Are you really okay?" Vincent asked.
That was when you told him everything about the dreams. When you finished, he looked sympathetic, yet with a slight facial expression of 'whoa-how-did-you-know'. You shrugged it off though. That couldn't have been the look on his face he was going for.
"Teamie..." He said softly. "I'm so sorry about that. If I could've done anything to stop the dreams I would've. You should've just told me."
"Yeah. I know, and I'm sorry. I should've told you." You said, resting your head on his shoulder.
"It's okay, Y/N. I wouldn't have said anything about it either. It was just a dream, after all." His voice trembled at the last sentence.
For a short while, there was a silence.
It wasn't an awkward silence though.
It was a beautiful, moment capturing silence.
A while after, it did start to get awkward.
"So, um, you still want that burrito?" You asked. He laughed at this. You did too.
" You know, I was just joking about that yesterday." He said, running a hand through his hair.
"So is that a yes, or..."
"If you want to walk all the way downstairs and get one for me, that's up to you."
"Okay. Guacamole or no?" Vincent just looked at you, with a confused face that made you laugh.
"Who the hell likes guacamole? Blech." He said, shaking his head. It made you just laugh even harder. "No. No guacamole."
You shot him a thumbs up and got out of bed, grabbed your F/C [Favorite Color] purse and pulled out some cash.
"No, babe, I got it." He said, reaching over to his wallet.
"I got it."
"Really?"
"Yeah, don't worry about it."
He nodded at you as you walked out of the room and out to the food court.
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On the way back to Vincent's room, you noticed Jeremy rushing to get to a room.
"Hey Jeremy." You said to him from across the hall.
"Hey!" He said, rushing over to you. "Why are you here?" He asked quickly.
"Vincent's here. What about you?"
"My mom."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"It's fine," he trembled. "She's not doing well. Me and my brother are here to, um, say goodbye."
"I'm so sorry Jeremy... I wish I could help."
"Thanks, but you should get back to Vincent. He gets lonely fast."
You nodded and exchanged goodbyes, and you continued on your way to Vincent's room.
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"Got em." You said, throwing the bag on the table. "One has guacamole. One doesn't." You didn't really understand why he didn't like guacamole, since you loved it so much. (A/N-even if you don't like guacamole, pretend you do thx) On the way up, you marked your burrito with an X. Apparently, Vincent didn't notice it when he unwrapped it and bit into it.
"Egh, bleh, eww." He said, shaking his head, as if he was trying to get the flavor out of his mouth.
"Well if you would've read the wrapper you would've known it was mine."
"Having an X on a wrapper maked me think that it was mine!"
This was when you realized that plan wasn't really thought through that well.
"Sorry..." You said quietly.
"It's fine." He said, sitting up in the bed and grabbing the other burrito.
You sat on the bed. "Why do you hate guacamole so much, Vincent?"
"It's nasty shit, Y\N."
"Its not that bad." You said, laying back on the hospital bed. He stared at you.
"Yes. Yes it is." He said seriously, which made you laugh. He laughed with you.
"Now that I have one without guac, I can enjoy my amazingly made, fabulous burrito. Where did you get these from anyway?"
"Chipotle."
"Oh god. I'm going to be shitting my brains out later." He said, putting his face in his hands. "But it's so worth it..." He quickly added, going back to munching on the burrito.
"I guess it's w-" You were cut off by a doctor walking in to the room.
"Vincent?" He asked, writing something on a clipboard.
"Y-yes sir?"
"I came to tell you that you're free to go."
"What? That's not possible."
"Actually, we took another look at the X-Rays. The doctor you saw before was wrong. Your femur wasn't actually shattered, there were just two small, pretty much useless pieces of bone chipped off."
Relief filled the air.
"I can take that cast off of your leg if you'd like. I'd have to wrap it, but it will be easier to move." The doctor quickly added.
"Yes, god, just get this cast off. Thanks doctor..."
"Richmond."
"Ah. Thanks, doctor Richmond."
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Paperwork was filled out. Vincent's leg was wrapped, and you both walked out of the hospital, hand in hand.
"Is the deal still on?"
"What deal?" You replied, confused.
"Remember... When I was getting the shots?" He said.
"Ooooh, that one. Yeah it's still on." You replied, getting to your car. "Well, let's go then!"
"Really?"
"Yeah! Why not?"
He shook his head and got in the passenger seat. You sat in the drivers seat, and began the half an hour trek home.
"No reason." He said, continuing your conversation. "Just thought it was weird you would let me in your house."
"Why would that be weird?"
"No reason," Vincent said, looking out of his window. "No reason at all."
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His Little Game (Vincent x Reader) FNaF
Fanfiction(Y/N) Got a job at Fazbear's Pizza for the summer. She meets a man with the name of Vincent on her first day. They form a strange relationship together, and go through a lot together. His secret, their strange love, and a night that twists their lif...
