I Swear I'm Not Insane (Jeremike)

Attack on every Angle

A/N: Okay, it's not a smut, yeah but don't worry there shall be later. I'm saving it for the best ships >:D But it's just a bit of Vincent being a creepo.

"Vincent, what the actual fu-" Fritz's sentence cut short due to Vincent placing his hand in front of his mouth. "Save your voice, you'll need it in another way later~"

Fritz was practically thrown to the ground as Vincent straddled him, quickly gaining dominance as he placed one hand above Fritz's chest and the other on the floor to steady himself. "O-Okay, you made your point, now get off me Vincent!" He attempted to shuffle from underneath the older male, only causing his situation to become more perilous.

"Oh dear Fritz, it seems as if you're still not learning. Do you honestly believe I would let you go now, after we've gotten so far?" Vincent whispered almost gently, as his hand slowly began to trace Fritz's right side, and he slowly lowered his head so he was eye-to-eye with the twenty-one-year-old.

"You seem...extremely tense. You need to relax~" Fritz shook his head somewhat violently, as Vincent's started to outline the edges of Fritz's face by lightly peppering him with small kisses.

"V-Vinc-cent...stop..." Fritz could only attempt to muster out a short beg of mercy, but much to his extreme disliking, his body refused to co-operate. "I don't think I can Fritz, if you really weren't enjoying this I think you would have at least tried to escape now, hm?" Vincent replied, a smirk playing at the end of his lips as he finished his sentence. Fritz could practically feel his hot, lingering breaths against his cheek.

"Bedsides...you're going to love this." He added on, not before quickly moving his hand which was once stroking Fritz's side, was now moving slowly down towards his inner-thigh. The younger male turned his head away, tightly shut his eyes closed. He didn't want this. He hated this. He loathed this.

But then again...there was no point hating it if he had no choice but to got through with it, right?

"Vincent..." Fritz managed to whisper out, his tone full almost expressionless and blank. "Yes Fritz?~"

"Kiss me."

Vincent raised an eyebrow towards the lesser-dominant figure below him, but was fully content to oblige to his demands. "Are you sure? I mean, we don't want to rush too far into-"

"J-Just do it god-dammit!" He almost yelled towards Vincent, his stare towards him determined and stern. The other wasted almost no time in between to connect the two, but only to be met with a sudden head-splitting collision.

Fritz breathed in a raspy breath as he looked down at the un-conscious Vincent on top of him, almost glaring at him as he stumbled quickly to his feet. 'Like hell I'd ever succumb to you...' he thought, as sprinted towards the exit of the office.

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"Fucking hell... Dammit!" Mike exclaimed out loud, as he raked one of his hands through his hair, managing to keep his hat still on. Jeremy stood frozen on spot, watching the small screen in front of him as he heard the taunting chime echo through the pizzeria, signalling the puppet was evidently making his way towards the two guards.

"Jeremy! We have to fucking move!" Mike yelled out to him. The night watch finally broke his fixation on the tablet, and looked up see Mike facing towards the entrance of the hallway.

"M-Mike...what are you doing?!" Jeremy said, his voice quaking, as he could almost swear he heard a small movement of footsteps from down the hall.

"Look, I definitely know I'm not the smartest guy. But right now, I need you to get under the desk."

Jeremy gave him a stare, as if to say his insanity had finally caught up to him. "Mike? What the heck? You're going to d-"

"If it manages to get me, it'll think I'm the only one here and leave afterwards. I'm not risking your life Jeremy."

The sound from the hallway was growing at an extremely fast pace, and along with the small footsteps the young male could also identify other noises accompanying it.

"I'm not going to let you get killed because of-"

"For the last damn time Jeremy, I'm not losing you! Get under the table, now!" Mike said, whipping his head around as he screamed at the night watch, who immediately took action and hesitated no further to duck underneath the front desk.

Mike sighed and turned his direction towards the hallway, where he was met by a pair of what seemed to be eyes, and a sickeningly- happy children's tune.

'Come at me, motherfucker...'

The song immediately changed from the soft canticle and replaced by an abhorrent screech. Mike barely had second to react before he could feel cold, metal phalanges, slowly tearing at the skin on his face as he was knocked backwards on to the ground.

He yelled out in both shock and pain, working to throw the puppet across the room or at least at a safe distance. However since it had sunk itself so deeply into his flesh, he could barely budge it without screaming out in horror as the pain only worsened by each second.

He could feel the crimson liquid leaking from his face, slowly dropping down onto his body and the floor around himself. Was there possibly any way to escape his gruesome death?

Suddenly, the marionette puppet had stopped itself from tearing away at his flesh, and its claws slowly retracted themselves out of Mike's face. Had it decided that was all he needed for his slow and painful death? Or had it taken mercy on the security guard, almost as if knowing his had been descending into a pit of despair-ness over the course of the past few months.

Of course it hadn't however, only had it shown Mike the slightest glimpse of grace, was because it was distracted. It could almost sense the fear radiating off of Jeremy, as it began to scan its eyes over the room, search for the source of its aberration.

It began to walk its body across the tiled floor, it's short footsteps being heard throughout the room, alongside the sound of its arms being dragged across the large office.

As he neared the area where it's reading was strongest of the human, it could hear Jeremy's short, hesitant breaths as it began to move underneath the desk.

All Mike could do was watch only metres away, knowing his death was approaching at an alarming rate. His only hope at the moment was to pray Jeremy knew how to hold up a fight, otherwise his only resort was to hope the night watch's death was painless and abrupt.

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What an enlightening cliffhanger, wasn't it?

And Vincent is a creepo. He needs to calm down. Or at least give him a pedo-stache.

Vincent the creepo-pillar.

He is a caterpillar now. Plot-twist.