Dearly Beloved (Vince x Blind Reader)

Waking Nightmare

"Y/n... Please wake up...
I know you can't see me... But I'm here to help you, kiddo..."

You felt your eyes open.

You felt unrested.
Vince was here.

He helped you up, grabbing your wrist.
"Vince... Why are you even helping me.. You're not real..."
You say, almost in a harsh way.

"Kiddo...
I am... Real.
I'm here to help you.."
Vince sighs.

"And I'm here... To stop you from joining NightmareScape..."
Vince says darkly.

You felt his hand tightening your wrist...
"V-Vince how did you--"

"I saw everything, Y/n... Boogeyman's using you! And I don't you getting hurt..."
Vince says, hearing his voice soften, and the grasp of his hands unleashed your wrist.

You heard the door unlock...

"I want to protect you..."

"Y/n, dear, time to get up--
Oh..."
Your Mom says.

"You're up already."

"M-Mom! Y-You don't see Vince, right?!"
You say, panicking.

Silence.

"Um... Who is... 'Vince'..?"
Your Mom ask.

You don't feel Vince's presence anymore... She thinks that I'm going mad? Does she...

"Honey... I think your father smacked your head too hard..."
She says meekly.

You frown.
"Come on. I'll help you get ready."

-- School --

You sat in your class..
You had your sun glasses on.
Even though your eyes weren't messed up, you didn't feel comfortable with students staring at you.

Especially your yes.

You couldn't pay attention to the teacher. The teacher's words were only muffled.

You thought about a lot of things.

How come Mom didn't see Vince?
Why is Vince protecting me?
What is he protecting me from?

You couldn't help but think about what Vince looked like..
He sounded older but when I saw his silhouette... He looked younger.

You started daydreaming on what he looked like... And how he held your hand one time...
...
Augh! Stop thinking dirty!
Stop! Stop! Stop!

You blushed deeply.

"I can sense that you are getting tired, Y/n..
Take a quick nap... The teacher won't mind."

You were startled, then soon feeling yourself get sleepy.
"Y/n... Don't go to sleep!
He's playing you... And you're going to get in trouble!"

Now suddenly Vince was in your head... What's going on?

"Don't listen to Vince... Just trust me... I'll give you all the power..."
Boogeyman cooed.

"Please... Y/n, don't listen to him!
You can't... Trust him."
Vince warned.

All you heard was them arguing...
Vince telling you not to trust Boogeyman...
Boogeyman telling you to trust him.

If you could see..
You would probably see a Vince angel on one shoulder... And Boogeyman devil on the other.

The voices began driving you crazy...
They began to turn obnoxious...

"Oh my god! SHUT UP!"
You shout out.

They both went quiet.
You went quiet.
From what you could tell, everybody in class was quiet.
Some students giggled quietly, while the teacher gave you a stern look.
Half of the students stared at you like a maniac.

"Ms. Y/n... That is inappropriate for you to say..."
Your teacher says sternly.

"I-I'm sorry Ms. T/n!
I--"

"No excuses.. Next time it's a write up.."
She hissed.

You slumped back in your seat, then hear a student mumble--
"Heh... Wimp..."

-- After School --

You waited near the school grounds...
So your mom could pick you up.

While waiting, you felt Vince's presence spawn next to you.
"What do you want..."

Vince didn't reply.
He only sat besides you.

You couldn't see it, but he was blushing.
"Sorry I got you in trouble... I--"

"Vince... Don't worry about it...
I'm pretty much use to it."
You shrug.

Vince frowned..
She's use to this...
It makes since...
Her bastard father made her like this.

"Y/n!"
Your mom's came from afar.
Vince vanished quickly.

"Come on, Dear... Time to go."
She says softly.

Mom grabbed your hand, walking you to her car.
She really didn't need to safety your seatbelt for though...
You were 15...

But... You are vulnerable.

--

After getting home...
S/n lead you to your room.
"S/n... Do you know what happened to Dad?"
You ask.

S/n shrugged.
"I don't know... All I know is that Mom called the ambulance to pick him up... He sure looked rough..."

You were confused...
Did he get beaten up?
What happened?

...

You sat in bed.

"My Y/n... Fall asleep...
You need the rest..."

You felt a wash of drowsiness over you...
Your body fell limp on the bed.