"Hello Luzie" Vincent said as friendly as he could between clenched teeth "How are you?"
"Doing pretty good. But I was looking everywhere for you!" Luzie said, pretty happily.
Another thing that liked to surprise Vincent, was how naive and always so joyful the people here were. Maybe he wasn't used to such things even after the long time he was here by now.
Rubbing the back of his head with a confused look on his face, he finally asked "W-Why did you looked for me?". What Luzie said next, she did with white sparks in her eyes "I have some new pieces of furniture back home. You have to come see them!"
Vincent let out a small growl of annoyance, but before he could respond with a no, Luzie simply grabbed his hand and dragged him all the way to her house.
"And that way, I found out that I was actually still wearing my glasses on top of my head." Luzie finished.
After dragging Vincent all the way to her house, she had informed him all about her new furniture and what it meant to her, then got to all kind of other topics. She had literally spend the whole day with him, talking so much that Vincent thought of cutting his ears off. But he knew that wouldn't change a thing.
At least Luzie was as polite that he could sit down and have something to eat and drink, while she was talking about all kinds of boring things he didn't cared about in the slightest. But Luzie seemed to not care that he didn't cared.
"So and how is your day going?" She finally let him speak for once. She had to repeat herself though, because Vincent didn't said anything, just helped himself to another cup of tea, which was pretty cold by now, making it taste less good. "Huh?" Vincent said first, after her repeat and finally answered after she repeat it for a third time. He rubbed his hands over his eyes and face as he said "Not so great. I am pretty tired.".
Looking at a clock, another brilliant idea came into Luzies mind "Hey, how about you stay and we have a slumber party?". Vincent said absolutely nothing. He just stared at her in a way that said "Say what?" and after a while, he dropped the cup he was holding. Not only he didn't liked Luzie and that idea she had, but for that matter, there was not much place in her home and all possibilities to sleep here were in the big double bed she had.
No couch, just that bed and the thought that drove into Vincents head, made him want to vomit.
"Hey, Viny, everything alright?" She asked. That nickname she used though, made him even crazier.
"Alright?" He said, voice shaking "A-Alright?" "Oh no, you're shaking! Are you cold?" The pig asked, reaching out for the shaking purple man. That made Vincent snap.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" He shouted, his hand reaching for his axe, which had been leaning against his seat and swung it after the pig. And as it hit its goal, a very familiar red liquid touched his face. He had hit her wrist and it bled hard.
Luzie went screaming to the ground, holding the wound so it may bleed a little less hard. Vincent just looked at her, shocked yes, but... He felt kinda good.
He blinked, then took a look at his axe, at the blood on it and then at his own face. It was so warm, as he touched it. Rubbing it between his fingers, activated so many memories. How he had lured the children away, how he had killed them. It filled him with joy, he started to smile and finally: To giggle. It has been so long since he last really laughed like that and it got worse. He sounded like a complete mad man.
Luzie just whimpered as she hold her bleeding wrist. She didn't understood what was happening, why Vincent was laughing like that. But she knew it wasn't a good thing, so she tried to crawl away. Noticing that, Vincent stopped his maniacally laughter to talk to her. "You know Luzie?" he asked, walking to her side and kicking her, so she may lie on her back "Just now, you have awaken a joy, I haven't felt for quite a while now. To be honest, I didn't felt it in over SO MANY YEARS!".
He laughed again, sitting down on the wounded pig and holding the axe tight in his hands, before he continued
"You probably know what I was doing a long time ago, right? The past for which the villagers did their best so we could have all those look a likes of the Freddy Fazbear crew, if I am not mistaking? Well, shall I tell you a secret? Something I never told anyone here?".
He took her scared whimpers as a yes, as he leaned down and whispered in her ear "I killed children.
I killed so many little children. And you know what? I loved it! I loved it oh so much. But I was caught, nearly sentenced to death, before doctors claimed me insane and saved my life from the electric chair.
When I know think of it, it would be lovely to feel the electricity of that killing machine.".
He leaned away from her and spoke louder, nearly screamed in his joy "Oh how it must feel to be so close to death! But whatever. I am still alive, I have still some time left before death finally comes to collect my soul. And in that time, lets have some more fun!". He looked down at her. She was about to scream for help, but he quickly covered her mouth with his hand. "Sh..." He said, in a weird, kinda horny way "Please don't cry. Smile! I like to remember my victims with a smile!"
Her screams were muffled, as Vincent lifted the axe, ready to swing it down.
"... the monkey chase the weasel" Vincent sung, as he buried the body. And with the last shovel full of dirt, his song came to an end "Pop goes the weasel...". He looked down at the small grave. Now he was kinda happy it was so damn late in the evening. No one had saw him burying the body. Finally he felt so good again.
He took out the bag with the seeds, planting them on top of the grave and like usual, the flowers popped up as soon as he did. After that, he turned to Luzies house. The light was still burning. He didn't went to far away from the crime scene to bury the body and also the light had helped him seeing in the darkness. But now, it wasn't needed anymore. So he put away his shovel, went to the door and was about to switch the light off, before he took another good look on how the house looked from the inside now.
Blood was everywhere and nearly everything was covered by it. A sigh escaped Vincent as he leaned against the door frame. After a short while of remembering what he did, he finally switched the light off and went home.
There, he first took off all of his clothes. They were so bloody now. So he tried to get the blood out as good as he could and he honestly did a good job by doing so. After most of the blood was out, he threw them in the washing machine in his cellar, started it and went to bed.
Tonight, he would sleep good, better then he had in the last couple of time.