I dont know how long I slept for. But when I woke up there was a note by my bed. "They came in while I was sleeping?" I mumbled grabbing the piece of paper.

"(Y/n), Lester and I are headed into town. Vincent is going to be around. Take care and don't fuck anything up. Bo."

A small grin tugged at my face. Maybe I could take today to just rest and do an at home spa treatment. A bubble bath sounded really nice. Ooh maybe I could even find a movie to watch?! And eat whatever I wanted! Not feeling up to putting on makeup or bothering with my hair too much I just put it up. (How ever you do when you don't feel up to a lot.) Going over to my clothes I pull out my comfort items and text mom a good morning.

Walking down stairs I look around. No one's in the living room. I step into the kitchen and sigh. No one there either. Happily I turn on the radio and go over to the fridge. "Cake for breakfast." I smile and pull out the chocolate cake and some milk. Bumping the fridge door closed with my hip I set everything up. I put a large slice of cake into a big bowl and poor some milk over it. "Balanced breakfast." It was something my grandpa had taught me when I was a kid. Helps when a cake is too dry or to just make less dishes when you wanted some milk. Listening to the music on the radio I bop my head side to side. It felt really nice to be by myself for once. Though I do wonder what Bo and Lester went into town for. I bought a crap load of groceries. "Take the time and relax stupid." I tell myself after finishing my cake. Cleaning up my dish I take take radio with me and go to grab my self care items.

~~~~

3rd person pov

"Down down in an earlier round and baby we're going down swinging!" (Y/n) sang/yelled as they soaked in the tub. Face mask on, eyes covered by a warm damp towel, and bubbles. Lots and lots of bubbles. The radio was blaring through the room. Everytime the water started to get semi cold she would just add more hot water. (Y/n) didn't even know how long they'd been in the tub for, but gods it helped calm them down. That was until someone came knocking on the door. "Ah! Occupied!" (Y/n) exclaimed jolting upright. Taking the towel off their eyes they look around. The knocking started up again. "I'm not dressed!" They panicked using bubbles yo cover their body. "Vincent if you want to show me something I need you to wait like a minute. Knock once if you understand." A single hit on the door came. "Alright I'll be out in a minute." (Y/n) sighed and pulled the plug on the tub. Wrapping their hair in a towel she dried off and put on their robe. They opened the door to see Vincent standing next to it. "Ok what is it you want me to see?" She asked the masked man. Vincent looked for a second at (y/n)'s face. "Whats that?" He mumbled. "Hmm?" (Y/n) touched her face and sighed feeling the face mask. "Skin care, one sec." Going back into the bathroom they grabbed the warm cloth from before and clean off the face mask. Coming out with a smile they looked at their masked companion. "Better?" Vincent chuckled at (y/n). "Beautiful." He sighed and held out his hand for the young woman to take.

Holding hands the two walked through the hall into the kitchen and down into the basement. "Vincent. Is there a dead body down here?" (Y/n) asked as Vincent helped them watch their head. "Not today." While the young woman found the nonchalant way Vincent responded they were just happy to not have to see a body. Reaching some sort of room (y/n) stood in awe.

~~~

Reader's pov

I was stunned. Vincent had an entire studio. Filthy and covered in wax. But a studio. It looked as though from this room was an entire under city system. How long did it take to make this? Never mind that. How far does it go? Vincent walked me passed a chair, also covered in wax, with shower heads with hardened wax. "Here." He sounded happy as he showed me a white sheet draped over something. Gripping the sheet I watched him pull it off. Man Vincent had pretty hands. My eyes widened as I saw what Vincent had made. My heart almost melted from how sweet and also creepy the art work infront of me was. Sitting on a table was one of Vincent's half woman half creature sculptures. I covered a slight smile with my hand as I saw that the woman/person in question was, well, me. It looked like the sculpture was half deer which was crazy sweet. "Vincent it's beautiful." I praise the artist as I bend down to get a better look. He had my body type down perfect. I couldn't stop smiling. "You are such a great artist!" I beam. Vincent twisted their fingers together and looked off. Getting up I hugged him super tight. "Such a sweetheart." He held me in his arms tight. "(Y/n)?" He mumbled. Looking up I tilt my head to the side. "Yeah Vince?" I reply. Without saying anything Vincent tapped my cheek. "Is there something you'd like?" I ask calmly. "Kiss." Vincent says tapping my cheek softly. Maybe it was my messed up mental state but I really wasn't seeing the harm in letting him kiss me on the cheek right now. Vincent really was just a sweetheart. A killing machine but a sweetheart none the less. "Would you like me to close my eyes?" I ask softly bringing my hand up to the cheek of his wax mask. Vincent waited a moment. "Mhm." They nodded and I smiled before closing my eyes. I could hear Vincent set his mask on the table as I stood still. Gently Vincent caressed my cheek. I don't think he'd hurt me right now. If Vincent wanted to kill me they would have done it the first day I was here.

The feeling of lips on my right cheek made me blush. And since I wasn't wearing my usual makeup I'm guessing Vincent could tell. "Thank you." He whispers in my ear. I hear him step off and pick up the mask.