I'm trying to learn stuff about Doctor Who for the AU but it might take a while, there is literally no end to Doctor Who😅

This is inspired by a dream I had, you are stuck in this organization where you serve the high ruler at all costs, you are not allowed to have any close relationships with anyone there (meaning relationships) or you are immediately killed. You have the job of calling the parents and telling them their child is dead, once the servant is killed by the ruler a book appears in your library with a cover that shows what you tell the parents (an example would be a book with the person running from a wolf with a seemingly legit title, you would call the parent and tell them their child was mauled by a wolf). You are second in command and sit with the high ruler most of your life until he deems you are unworthy and executes you. I'm incorporating Vincent into this.

(Just realized this would be an amazing fic idea but I already have to much to keep track of at the moment)

A mask.

That is what you are forced to wear during daylight hours, a mask that hides your true desires and wants. You are not allowed to be human here, all mundane reactions and urges must be pushed aside or you are hunted like animals. All your time must be put forth into serving your ruler with absolutely no distractions, every fiber of your being must be ready to snap into action at the ruler's whim. If you were late by even a millisecond, death awaited with its bony and cold arms open wide like a vice, ready to pull you down into a different kind of hell.

Nighttime was a different story, all servants had a set time to hit the bunks and a set time to awake, only enough time for the human body to rest without shutting down. Simply because to the high ruler, a dead servant was nothing but a bag of useless flesh.

"I was patrolling the halls last night and saw one of the female servants sneaking out to go downstairs" the voice of the third in command boomed, snapping you out of your fixation without so much as a blink. 'Don't let him see your weakness'. The ruler hummed, crossing one leg over the other as he took a sip of expensive champagne from his cup, setting it down lightly and with no expression whatsoever.

"You do know what is downstairs, don't you?" He purred, a wicked smile growing ever more present on his stubbly face, glossy green eyes glowing with malicious intensity. The male beside you nodded, "I do sir, the male bunking quarters" he ground out, blue eyes flashing with hatred and disgust, not towards the girl, but towards the man sitting across from him.

A knowing tension spread across the room like wildfire, a wolffish smile flashing canine-like teeth as the ruler beamed with amusement at his human toys. Blonde hair that almost looked green in the lighting bounced lightly as chuckles filled the small room, forming into hysteria as he laughed away the anger.

"I'll take care of that little mishap, both of you are dismissed" the ruler sneered, rolling up his sleeves as elegantly as possible as polished shoes clicked away to snuff out another life. A quick 'Yes sir' was called as you began to scuttle away, heading towards the bookshelf filled with many hardcover lies that were told to unsuspecting parents.

Both you and Mike hated your job, you'd rather be cleaning and cooking like the rest of the girls instead of sitting by your malicious ruler with the sole purpose of lying. At first glance your partner would seem to be a soldier like the rest of the guys, his eyes a cold blue and muscular body type reeked the title, not to mention the scars on his head which was absent of hair. However, you knew he was just a kid at heart, if it weren't for his daily puns and lighthearted banter about how the king is a 'Shit head' you'd be nothing but a depressed shell of your former self by now.

"Why would she run out of her room right as I was roaming the halls, they know I can't lie to him, he always knows when we lie" Mike scoffed, pulling on his beanie with a huff as he flopped down in a chair. You simply shrugged, a smile tugging at your lips, "Well not everybody is gay like you, you don't have to sneak around". A dramatic gasp came from behind you as did a loud thump, loud obscenities being thrown as you awaited the book to be brought in.

The king never really expected for anyone to be homosexual in his group so he set up a girl's bunker separated from the guy's bunker, Mike prides himself on weaseling through the system.

"Hello, I've brought the book his highness has asked to deliver" an obviously faked British accent boomed behind you, making you roll your eyes, "Hello, Vincent" you spoke. Sure enough, behind you was the purple haired delivery man, his sole purpose being to come up with what each book should say and taking them to you. Mike hollered, strutting across the room to give his best friend a slap on the back and firm ruffle of the hair, both executing a complicated handshake.

"You two are so extra" you scoffed, snatching the book from Vincent's hands with a huff as you examined it. Engraved upon the surface was the title 'Gone' with an illustration of a girl walking into the woods, her skin seemed almost transparent, a part of the heavy fog. If it weren't for the meaning behind it you would have complimented the artwork, but there were much more important things at stake.

"Don't frown so much, you'll get worry lines" Vincent spoke, bopping your nose with a finger as he dramatically fell into the chair beside your own, letting out a relieved sigh. The phone resting against your ear was the only thing keeping you from casting him a dirty look. At first it only emitted ringing, seeming as if nobody was going to answer, then it crackled to life as a small voice answered with child-like confusion.

"Hello? Who is this?" You asked, resting the phone between your ear and shoulder as your hands flipped through the pages of the book, all blank. A tiny huff burst through the speaker, "I'm Emily, Victoria's sister" she stated proudly. You froze, taking a deep breath at the fact a tiny child answered the phone and not the girl's parents.

"Can I speak to your mom, Emily?" You asked softly, putting up a facade as your facial features twisted into physical pain. A child shouldn't hear that her sister was gone and would never return, no, adults understand such things, a naive child would be confused and angry. Shuffling was heard as you assumed Emily handed the phone to her mother, incoherent mumbling following before a 'Hello' broke the silence. Once again your blood ran cold, she sounded old and nice, the epitome of motherly kindness that you would have to crush in one phone call.

"Hi, I'm calling about Victoria" you stated, clutching the book in your hands tightly as more crackling met your ears, probably her situating the phone.

"Oh yes, she's made us very proud, going off to a high college" she reminisced, giving a happy sigh as you inhaled sharply. Victoria didn't go to a college, she was kidnapped like the rest of you and used for free slavery, the college thing was just a lie to keep people from questioning things.

"Uh, yes, well, we have bad news, Victoria disappeared last night when she went on a walk in the woods" you croaked, clutching the book to your chest as your breath heaved in attempts to calm down and will the tears away. A tiny gasp crackled through the speaker, a broken sob coming afterwards.

"Did you find her?" She asked, voice wobbly and unstable as her emotions were kept at bay, similar to your own at the moment. Your silence was all that was needed, a sniffle and muffled sob being all the clarification that she got what happened.

"Oh, well, thank you for telling me, you have a blessed day ma'am" the woman sniffled, hanging up the phone before you could even answer back to the sweet goodbye. Before you could control it, tears dripped down your cheek and landed with a silent thump against the hardwood book in your hands, glistening in the cheap lighting. A sob broke through your clenched jaw as all your emotions tumbled out at once, months of suppression finally broke.

"Shit, Y/N! Get it together, if he sees you like this you'll be next" Mike's voice called, grasping your shoulder firmly as your hands clawed blindly at your face. The book slipped from your grasp and landed upon the floor with a loud smack, facing upwards, another lie you had to tell.

Another life gone.

"Springtrap is coming!" Mike growled, the familiar clicking of expensive shoes signaling the oncoming threat, and you were nowhere near calm yet. Unfamiliar hands quickly grasped your waist and pulled you unceremoniously towards the supply closet, giving a firm shove just at the door opened and blonde hair peeped inside.

The heavy wooden door clicked shut as a large hand was placed on your mouth, heavy breathing puffing onto your neck as muffled conversation was heard just outside. Your sobs were absorbed by the large palm, both Mike and Springtrap's voices leaking through the small cracks of the door.

"Be completely quiet, or we're both dead" Vincent's voice growled lowly into your ear, your breathing finally calming down as did your heartbeat. Due to the small space you and Vincent were compressed together in a mess of limbs, his heaving chest being pressed against your cheek as your hair ruffled with each breath he took. One arm was around your waist while the other was firmly planted onto your mouth, which was now beginning to become sweaty and gross.

"Mrfg" you whispered, the word being muffled by the limb pressed to your open mouth, the taste making you cringe. Vincent got the idea and retracted the hand, wiping it against his shirt with a nonchalant look as his eyes were trained on the door.

"Thank you" you sighed, relaxing slightly as your ears strained to listen through the thick wood. By the sounds of it they were discussing methods of gaining more money, just mentions of drug selling which was quickly turned down by Mike. Nothing that was alerting or relevant to the current situation of the whereabouts of you, or needing anything from the supply closet. Speaking of which, was quickly becoming hot due to the lack of ventilation and shared body heat, especially when both your's and Vincent's adrenaline was rushing.

"Will he just fucking leave, it's hot in here" you groaned, head smacking into the wall lightly as to not alert anyone outside. Vincent simply chuckled, looking down at you with an amused expression and smug grin, hair falling slightly into his eyes. Now that you got a good look at him, he was actually very handsome, his eyes were bright and alluring along with the swooshy hair that refused to stay out of his face.

Subconsciously, you raised a hand, pushing the hair away from his eyes in one motion, taming the mess slightly. As if a switch clicked, you flinched, retracting your hand quickly as you looked away, staring instead at the door once again. The hand around your waist tightened, pulling your closer until you were basically plastered against Vincent's body, his heart thumping loudly in your ear.

"W-We shouldn't, you know the rules" you stuttered, attempting to put some distance between the two of you with a stiffened arm against his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of the cotton shirt. One arm slipped away, placing the hand gently on your own, prying it from the clothing only to curl into your own.

"Nobody is here to see, so why not?" He whispered lowly into your ear, the only distance between you two now being the clasped hands wedged between your chests. Soon that space was diminished to nothing as his hand left and found itself placed underneath your chin, raising it slightly upwards. The voices outside were now nothing, your own heartbeat thumping loudly in your ears as your eyes met with his. Wet heat was placed onto your lips in a rush of energy, your eyes slipping closed as for once you allowed your wants to take over.

No mundane things were allowed in the organization, but at night time you are allowed to be human. Little did you know nightly trips downstairs would become a normal thing for you after that incident. Your days were filled with death staring at you in the form of illustrations etched onto books, however, your nights were filled with alluring eyes and warm embraces.

The organization broke you down but Vincent was slowly picking up the pieces. Your remedy was in the form of muscular arms and cute smirks that crinkles the eyes above those features.

Sure, you had to put on a mask during the day, but at night, you were allowed to take it off and be you.

This was a long chapter jeez, I want to thank you guys for all the nice comments on my face reveal, I don't think I'm pretty but thank you anyway for being so nice and excited about it :)