Rody stood behind the bar, the bistro’s oppressive atmosphere pressing down on him. The flickering lights, the pungent scent of burnt garlic, and the relentless hum of the old cooling units had become the soundtrack to his endless days. This was not just another shift. It was another repetition, another cycle of the same grueling tasks and unchanging faces.
The routine had become a suffocating cage. No matter what he did, the outcome was the same. The days blurred together, each one a mirror of the last. He’d managed to endure the seven days countless times, experiencing every twisted ending the game had to offer. And each time, the presence of Vincent remained the only constant, the only piece of reality in this surreal nightmare.
**Ending 1:** Rody had walked away, hoping that his meager earnings would be enough to reconnect with Manon. But the automated voice of the phone booth had mocked his desperate pleas, leaving him stranded in silence. The frustration, the helplessness-it all echoed in his mind, haunting him with every repetition.
**Ending 2:** In the freezer, Rody had found the bloodied locket, the meat grinder, and the horrifying evidence of Vincent’s depravity. The chef’s sinister presence had been the final straw, his cold, calculated cruelty making Rody’s blood run cold. The moments before the freezer went dark had been etched into Rody’s memory, a constant reminder of his helplessness.
**Ending 3:** With matches in hand, Rody had managed to escape the freezer, only to confront Vincent in a deadly chase. The truth about Vincent’s intentions had been laid bare-Manon was merely a pawn in Vincent’s twisted game. The fire that consumed the restaurant had been a desperate act of vengeance, but it also marked the beginning of Rody’s obsession. Even as Vincent lay burning, Rody found himself inexplicably drawn to him, the flames reflecting the chaos in his own mind.
**Ending 4:** Failing to fend off Vincent’s attacks had led to his gruesome demise. The sight of his lifeless body being dragged into the freezer, the sound of the table saw-it had all been a final, brutal end. Yet, even in death, Rody’s thoughts remained entangled with Vincent’s dark presence.
As the cycles continued, Rody’s sanity began to fray. Vincent, once a mere figure of dread, became an obsession. Each iteration of the game, each encounter with the chef, only deepened his fixation. The cruel affection Vincent showed-harsh words, rough touches, an unfeeling gaze-became a twisted source of comfort.
Rody found himself lingering in the kitchen, craving Vincent’s attention. The moments when Vincent would walk by, the fleeting conversations, the sharp criticisms-they all became an addiction. Rody’s mind spiraled into madness, the boundaries between fear and desire blurring into a single, consuming obsession.
He began to follow Vincent more closely, desperate for any interaction. The harshness of Vincent’s presence became a perverse form of validation. The more Vincent tormented him, the more Rody craved his attention. The chef’s cruelty was no longer just a source of fear; it was a reflection of Rody’s own unraveling sanity.
The shifts became a twisted dance of anticipation and dread. Vincent’s cold demeanor, his cruel affection, became the only reality Rody clung to. The other patrons, the tasks, the cycles-they all faded into irrelevance. The only thing that mattered was Vincent, the only person who acknowledged Rody in this hellish loop.
In the end, Rody embraced the madness. The bistro’s oppressive darkness was no longer a prison but a twisted sanctuary. His obsession with Vincent consumed him completely, leaving him to dwell in a cycle of torment and twisted affection. Each day, each interaction, only deepened his fixation, until Vincent became the focal point of his fractured reality.
And so, the loop continued. Rody’s sanity shattered under the weight of his obsession, his world narrowing to the cold, unyielding presence of Vincent. The cycle of pain and madness became his new reality, with Vincent as the only constant in an otherwise unending nightmare.
A/N
This is a short one I wrote to get my readers a little familiar with Dead Plate. Since most my readers aren’t familiar with it. :3
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