"Thanks for the dare, you freaking bloody fangirls," Vincent grumbled. "Now I'm probably going to go and blow everything I worked so hard for."

"Complain all you want, Vincent, you know you like the fangirls," Twitch replied.

Vincent glared at her. "Yeah, whatever."

"It's not a question of whether you will do it or not, you have to," Twitch shrugged. "You have heaps of excuses up your sleeve and you're a natural liar. It'll be easy."

"I don't know if I'm complimented or insulted," Vincent said.

"Take it any way you like. Look, here's Scott. M'kay, I'll leave you to it," Twitch walked off.

"Hey Vin," Scott said cheerily, walking up to him. "How are you?"

"Scott," Vincent sighed. "I need to tell you something."

Scott's smile faded and he tilted his head a little, questioningly. "What's wrong?"

"Let's go somewhere private, okay? You might want to sit down..."

Scott frowned slightly, "Uh, okay... we can use one of the party rooms...?"

Vincent nodded and started towards Party Room 1, Scott following behind him. When they got inside, Vincent pulled out a chair for Scott, who sat down. Vincent remained standing. How was he going to break the news? There was plenty of ways he could do it to be tactful, break the news gently and maybe Scott wouldn't freak out. On the other hand, he wasn't going to lie and say he wouldn't get some sick pleasure out of seeing Scott panic. See him look at him with those wide eyes... just like the children did... He grinned.

"I murdered a child."

Scott went as white as a sheet and his eyes went wide, just like Vincent had expected. He gaped and seemed to struggle over his words, trying to choke something out. "O-Oh my gawd!"

Vincent's inhumane grin widened and he even let out a deranged-sounding chuckle. "I figured you'd freak out."

Scott started to hyperventilate. "You're insane! I-I have to call the police. M-Maybe they'll put you on some medication... O-Or to an asylum..."

Vincent laughed again, but this time it was deep and threatening. He shook his head. "Oh Scotty~. You're not telling anyone~"

Scott's eyes widened even further, if that was even possible. "Y-You're going to kill me?! Oh gawd, Vincent, please!"

"Calm down. I don't kill without a reason anymore, Scott," Vincent lied through his teeth, so smoothly not even a lie detector could have picked it up. "The child I murdered killed my son. It was simply payback. When my son died, Scott, I felt like my heart had been ripped straight out of my chest." He giggled again, crazily. "So that's what I did to him~!"

Scott shook his head. "It's a dare. This is a dare. You're lying to me!"

"Scotty, baby, why would I lie to you about something as serious as this?" Vincent's grin never faded.

Scott shook his head again, more enthusiastically. "No, no, no. O-Okay, Vincent, I'll pretend like I don't know it's a dare, okay? I... I'm going to leave now... and when we get back to the Office, everything will just be normal. Because this is a dare. Alright?"

"Whatever you want to believe, baby~" Vincent purred.

Scott nodded slightly and stood up, his legs feeling like jelly. He shakily made his way to the door.

"Oh, and honey, just remember something. If I ever see you flirting with Jeremy again, I'll make your life hell~ You're mine, Scott. Only mine~"

Scott nodded, not even hearing what Vincent had said, his mind just a whirlwind of denial. It wasn't possible. It wasn't real. It was just a dare. It's a dare. Vincent is lying. He's not a killer. It's just a dare. He left, taking a few deep breaths to regain himself and once he had thoroughly convinced himself it was nothing but a dare he returned to the Office.

Vincent grinned, and then laughed. Oh, he loved seeing Scott all shaken up like that. It filled him with that sick, twisted joy he got from screwing with people's heads. He stalked out of the room, also taking a few breaths to regain himself, but mostly because when he was like this people would know he was insane from a second glance. Also he had a tendency to giggle to himself whenever he thought about murder, which gave himself away. He had to push it out of his mind.

"I knew it."

Vincent spun around and saw Mike standing there, glaring at him.

"Your little boyfriend might believe you about the whole 'I only kill with reason', but I've seen you, Vincent. Those ghosts in that game we played. They're the children you murdered, aren't they?"

Vincent's grin widened. "Well, well. Look who finally pieced two and two together."

Mike narrowed his eyes even more. "I'm calling the police."

Vincent laughed. "No you're not. Do you want to know how I know? Because I die when they come back to kill me, and I can't very well do that if I've been given the death sentence, now, can I? So what's the point of playing the hero? You won't kill me, if I'm in jail it's not for very long, you have exactly zero evidence... and, Michael, I'll kill you if you try."

Mike hesitated. Everything Vincent said was true. He couldn't call the police. They wouldn't be able to arrest Vincent, and he would probably end up dead. "I'm watching you, Vincent. One slip up, and I'll have you arrested."

Vincent laughed. "One slip up, and I'll have you killed. Now, not a word to anyone. Do we have ourselves a deal?"

Mike wasn't going to argue with a murderer. It pained him to say it, but he wasn't stupid, and honestly, he was more interested in protecting his own life. "Deal," he spat.