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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

I don't take a second thought and start running down the hall.

"Hey!" Mike yells as he runs after me

"Mike!" I hear someone yell from behind us.

I keep running until I get to the game area. I hide behind the carousel and slow my breathing down.

"I know your in here" Mike yelled "Why don't y"

His voice was low and demonic sounding. I knew what was going on. I can't get caught now. I look up from my hiding spot and scope the room. Mike was over near balloon boy and looking around the tables. I take my chance to sneak away. I get to the door but somehow end up getting my foot caught around a balloon string. I trip and fall with a loud thud.

"" Mike came at me.

I try to escape the balloons, but I was in a panic. Finally, my foot gets unraveled enough to run away, but by then, Mike was already on top of me. I struggle under him but he blows a hard punch to my face. My head hits against the hard floor and I feel dizzy.

"Stop It you lunatic!" I yell

He doesn't stop. He keeps punching me until I could taste blood as it dripped from somewhere into my mouth. My vision was blurring but I don't give up. I struggle under his body weight and end up kneeing him hard in the stomach. He falls off me holding his stomach and I scramble to my feet. I don't get too far, as my head is throbbing and my vision is blurred. Mike runs up behind and kicks me in the back, causing me to fall forward. I turn over when he grabs m by the hair and starts pulling me towards the office. It hurt like hell. My head was already throbbing and now he was dragging me by the hair. I whimper a bit from the pain but he takes no notice.

"Get the fuck off me!" I manage to yell

"" He yelled back

"Ah stop" he pulls at my hair more

I reach my hands up and pull down on his wrist, causing him to lose his balance.

"" He falls to the ground

I try to get up but Mike grabs my ankle and pulls me back down.

He grabs my hair again and continues to drag me. "Quit it!" I yell out of pain and ferocity.

"" He yelled

I go quiet, except for the small whimpers of pain I let out at every step. Suddenly, a light comes into the room and I close my eyes. Mike drags me a bit further, before throwing me down to the office floor. I grunt in pain. I hear faint voices and start to feel like I'm gonna black out. After a while, I see a faint figure stand above me. They were saying something to me but I couldn't quite make it out. Soon, they lifted my arm above their shoulder and I leaned all my weight on them. They carry me to what I can make out to be as the chair. I close my eyes a bit, wanting to give into the darkness. After a bit, I feel someone touching my head. I wince in pain a bit, then I realise someone is wrapping my injuries. I look at the person but my vision is to blurred to see them properly. They then hand me a cold, wet thing. They tell me to do something with it. I don't quite hear what they're saying, so I assume its for the burning pain near my eye. After a while, there was a lot of shouting. It made my head hurt. Someone stood my up and pushed my down to the floor. My back touches something and I lean against it. Some time passed when I realised no one would be coming to get me, so I decide to take a small nap. Maybe it would make me feel better. I close my eyes, and in an instant, I was asleep.

...

"Vincent, Vincent" Someone was talking to me "Wake up"

I slowly open my eyes. Scott was lightly shaking my shoulder.

"Uh, what?" I look around a bit. I was under the desk. There was a cold cloth in my hand and my head throbed a bit.

"Come on" Scott pulled me out from under the desk and let me lean on him for a second.

"What are you doing here, Vincent?" I look and see y/n standing in front of me.

I push Scott away and turn my attention to her.

"I couldn't take it anymore" I say "it's torture in there"

Your gonna get arrested" She had an almost angry face on. She was so cute when she was mad.

"Maybe" I smerk and take a step closer

I lean closer and rest my arms on her shoulders.

She squirmed a bit in my grip "Get off me" She whimpers.

I lean in closer and look into her beautiful eyes. She squirms a bit more and eventually kicks me in the gut. I grunt and fall to the floor. The pain was bad. I hit my head on the floor and hear footfalls leaving the room. I feel a hand on my shoulder and look up.

"Come on, lets go" Scott said

He pulled my arm over his shoulder and I lean on him as we walk out to his car. I hop into the passenger seat and close my eyes. Scott starts the car and drives out of the parking lot.

...

We soon come to his house and he helps me out of the car. We walk up to his house and he unlocks the door. He sets me down on the couch and walks away. Soon, he comes back with a first aid kit.

"Where does it hurt?" He asked

"Me head and back" I reply

"Ok, take off your shirt and let me see then" He said

I do so and he looks at my back.

"Oh yeah, that's gonna bruise" He said

I sigh.

"Ok, this wont hurt" he wrapped a bandage around my back.

I put my shirt back on and he looks at my head. He takes off the bandages that were already there and looked through my hair to find the source of the blood.

"Yeah, found it" He dabs some hydrogen peroxide to clean the wound. I wince every time the cloth comes in contact with my head.

He then wraps my head again and gets me some water.

"Thanks" I say

"No problem" He replies

About 30 minutes later, Scott got me a pillow and blanket to sleep on the couch before he went to bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was fast asleep.

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