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~Epilogue~
Leo bit his lip, grunting as he tried to reach something from his tall shelf, but no avail.
Outside in the hall, Nate was carrying his last box of stuff, but heard Leo struggling, so he put it down, peeked in, and laughed a little.
"Need some help?" He asked, leaning against the doorway.
"Kinda…" Leo admitted, blushing sheepishly.
The older boy walked in and gave his little brother a boost, and Leo got as close as he can, reaching out for some stuffed animals. Unfortunately, the 6-year-old grabbed the shelf and pulled too hard, causing it to break and land on top of the dresser, which ended in Nate falling down hard on the ground, landing on his stomach, Leo falling on top of him, and a bunch of stuffed animals landing on top of both of them.
"Hey, bro." Scott grunted as he put down the dresser in the kitchen in front of Vincent & Vanessa. "Do you just want this placed anywhere in your home?"
Vincent shrugged, "Yeah, of course. We've got plenty of room anyways."
"Alright." Scott said. "I'll be right back." He grunted, walking away from them, passing Marsha in the process.
"Hi, Scott!" Marsha greeted as he walked out.
"Hey, Marsha!" Scott called in response.
"What's up, Marsh?" Vincent asked with a smile, holding his wife close.
"Well," Marsha huffed. "We've got all the other rooms cleared out, and my boyfriend is dropping off the stuff to your house right now."
"Oh, great!" Vanessa breathed with a big grin. "That's good news! I'm so glad everything else is done."
"Yeah." Vincent agreed. "The only two rooms that are left is..-"
CRASH!
"What on Earth!?" Marsha exclaimed, startled. "What was that?!"
"I don't know," Vincent said as he pushed past the two women. "But I hope the boys are alright!"
Nate let out a grunt as Leo and the stuffed animals landed on top of him. Moving some out of the way, the two brothers gazed at each other; they burst into laughter as they slowly sat up.
"You okay, bro?" Nate asked, still laughing a little bit.
"Yeah." Leo giggled. "I'm fine!"
The two looked over as the door slammed open and they heard the shocked voice of their father.
"What happened in here?" Vincent asked, astonished.
"Are you two okay?" Vanessa asked in a rush as she knelt down and cupped both boys' faces. "I don't see any scratches. You look okay. Are you okay?"
"We're fine, mom." Nate said as he pushed her hands away. "Stupid shelf just collapsed and the stuffed animals fell on us. We're okay."
"Oh, Thank God for that." Vanessa breathed.
"Don't go trying to get stuff at tall heights like that again, alright?" Vincent advised and the two boys looked at him. "You're lucky the shelf hit the dresser. It could have hit both of you in the head hard and given you a concussion. If you need help, just ask me, or your Uncle Scott, or Marsha."
Nate and Leo looked down, now feeling bad.
"Sorry, dad." Nate apologized sheepishly.
Vincent smiled, "That's alright. Just be careful from now on, okay?"
The two smiled back at him.
Abruptly, Scott appeared behind Marsha, breathing heavily.
"Guys!" He panted.
Vincent, Vanessa & Marsha spun around.
"Scott!" Vincent exclaimed. "What happened? You look like you've seen a ghost or something!"
"Come downstairs. I need to show you guys something." Scott glanced at Leo & Nate, "…Alone."
"What's up?" Marsha asked, bewildered.
"You'll see."
The three adults glanced at each other as Scott walked back downstairs.
"Okay," Vincent sighed, turning toward his sons. "Nate, help your brother clean out the rest of his old room, okay? We'll just be talking with Scott about private things. I'll call you down when it's okay."
Nate nonchalantly shrugged wordlessly, and the three left the room, shutting the door behind.
"Oh my God," Vanessa sighed, her arms folded as she stared at the newspaper.
"PSYCHO KILLS 5 CHILDREN AT FAZBEAR'S PIZZARIA. KILLER UNKNOWN. PARENTS DEVESTATED. BODYS NOT YET FOUND. DINER WILL BE CLOSED UNTIL FRIDAY MORNING WHEN EVERYTHING IS SORTED OUT."
"Who could do such a thing…?" Marsha croaked, sadness shining in her eyes. "Those parents must be heartbroken to lose a child like that. And those poor kids… what kind of monster would put them through such torture?"
"I don't know," Scott sighed. "The only good news is that we don't have to be shut down; we're reopening on Friday. But still… this doesn't fix psycho has to be found and killed. He has to be."
Vincent was speechless. He couldn't believe it. The young man slowly walked away from them, lost in thought.
He did this. He killed the children. He deserved to die. It was just as Marsha and Scott said; he was a monster. A cruel, sick, twisted, demented monster. He was cold and sick with shame, and disgusted with himself. He hated himself. How could he do this? To kids! Innocent kids who never did anything to harm him. Some tears rolled down his cheeks and he quickly wiped them away.
"Vincent!"
Said young man jumped, startled. He looked to his Scott in front of him.
"You okay, bro?" He asked, confused and concerned.
You should hate me….
Vincent nodded. "Yeah. Y-Yeah, sorry. What did you say again?"
I don't deserve your concern…
"Marsha's boyfriend got everything to your house. Call the boys down. It's time to go."
Or love…
"Daddy!" Leo cried happily as he hugged the young man tightly. Vincent gave a forced smile and rubbed his hair.
Or compassion…
"You okay, dad?" Nate asked as he hopped down the last of the stairs, backpack slung over his shoulder.
Vincent grinned,"Yeah, buddy. Just head out to the car, alright? I'm sure your friends are waiting…"
"Okay." Nate gave him a hug before running off.
Or even loyalty…
"You ready to go, sweetie?" Vanessa asked sweetly as they walked out the door.
"Yeah." Vincent riposted and froze when Vanessa gave him a long kiss on the lips.
But even if that is so…
Vincent sighed, walking down the halls of his home. He looked into Leo and Nate's new shared room. Both were on Nate's bed. Leo was fully leaning into his big brother, head resting on his shoulder. Nate held his brother close with one arm, and another resting over his stomach with a book in his hand.
I love you. I want to protect you. I don't want to lose you. And I won't lose you.
He pulled the blanket up close on his sons and sat on the bed for a minute, staring at their adorable sleeping, relaxed faces. He then kissed them both on the head.
Even so… if you found out what I am…
Vincent changed into his nightly T-Shirt and glanced at Vanessa. He moved her blonde bangs out of her face and gave the sleeping young woman a soft kiss on the lips, causing her to smile in her sleep.
If you found out who I am… What I did…
Vincent gazed up at the ceiling with tear filled purple eyes.
Would you still love me?
He felt his tension go down slightly as Vanessa rolled on her side and wrapped her arms around him.
I...I really don't want to think about that right now. I just want to enjoy having you around before I lose you all.
Vincent leaned into her touch, his eyes beginning to feel heavy.
On the hand… I'm sorry…
Vincent closed his eyes.
I'm so sorry.