Scott sighed, making his way to the asylum. I'm going to talk to Vincent. He grabbed the food, walking to Vincent first. Vincent glared at him. Scott sighed. "Vincent.. It wasn't me."

        "And I should believe you?" Vincent coldly hissed. Scott looked down. "V-Vincent.." Scott said quietly. "I- It.. It wasn't me.. I swear!" Scott cried out. Vincent sighed. "Oh.. I wish I could believe you Scott.."

        "V-Vincent! You can believe me!"

        ".. I trusted you. Go away."

        "V-Vincent please.."

        "No."

        "Vincent.."

        "I thought you hated me. You wanted to get rid of me."

        "....."

        "I knew it Scott. Now go away."

        "V-Vincent.."

        ".. Scott.. Go away."

        ".. Vincent.." Scott slipped the tray in the room. Small tears formed in his eyes. He clenched his fists, not sure if he was sad or frustrated. He wiped his tears away, continuing the trip through the asylum.

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        "Here.." Scott slid the tray into another person's room. The person inside glanced at him. "You need help?"

        "With what..?"

        "That boy over there." She pointed at Vincent's cell. Scott widened his eyes. "W-what do you mean?" Scott looked at Vincent again, only seeing the top of his fluffy purple hair. She laughed maniacally. "I'll try talking to him."

        "That doesn't work."

        "Haha.."

        ".. What did you do to get in here?"

        "Murders. And other stuff. I guess."

        "Oh." Just like Vincent..

        "So you don't want my help."

        "No."

        "Hmph. Fine." I'll do it anyways.