(Y/n)'s POV

That voice..who the hell is that?.. I open my eyes and all I could see was black. I could see my body perfectly fine, I was floating in a black void. "Not to be cliché or anything but who the heLL said that?!" You called out. "You don't remember me?.." I jumped when a figure appeared in front of me. He was facing away from me. His rolled up sleeves showed his gray skin. It looked like a black fog was seeping through his clothes. Wait..his..clothes. Is that--?! "..Mike?!!"  "Close, sweetheart, I'm his shadow." The memories of him hit me like a bullet.

(Can't really find the picture I'm looking for, but his eyes look like this)

(welp. close enough for now, I guess.)

"Wait..if you're here, then where's---"  "Vincent?" I nodded my head and Shadow Mike smirked. Suddenly, a pair of hands were placed over my eyes. I was frozen in fear and I couldn't move. "Peek-a-boo~~" The hands were removed. In front of me was Shadow Vincent.

(Yet again, still can't find the picture I'm looking for. This is the closest picture I can find, one thing's gonna change tho)

Shadow Vincent smirked evilly as he kept his purple hands on my cheeks. His black eyes and white pupils scanned my facial features. "Don't. fucking. touch me, you dickbag." I spoke through clenched teeth. "You shouldn't speak to me like that if you want these back.." Shadow Vincent took a (f/c) orb the size of a tennis ball out of his pocket. "My memories.." I mumbled. I lunged to grab the orb but Vincent pulled it away. "Ah ah ahh~ You know our deal." He singsonged. You growled in frustration and sighed. "Yeah. I remember. You kept me trapped in my own mind for two months until I agreed." Shadow Mike chuckled darkly and floated behind me. I stayed put not wanting to cause any more problems. "Do you mind reminding us of what that deal is..?" Mike wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. I took a deep breath trying my best not to shove him off. I need my memories back.

"I can't tell my bimbos that you bimbos took my memories away or else they die. I can find things that can help me remember, but what I find will only remember the one memory it was in." Shadow Vincent nodded and came a little closer. I would've backed up, but Shadow Mike is on me like a slug. "And most importantly.." Shadow Vincent purred. "I bet you came up with this part of the deal, you pervert." I snapped at him. "I did! You know me so well." Shadow Mike played with my hair which got me pissed. I admit, I love when people play with my hair but I don't want them touching me. Why? Because they're fucking monsters. I want to pour out what they did to me to Mike and Vincent. If I do, then they'll get hurt. "Well~? What's the second part?" I sighed not wanting to explain this. "If I...if I do the dirty with either of them I'll get my memories of whoever I did it with." I mumbled loud enough for them to hear. "Good girl~" Shadow Mike purred and kissed my shoulder. I shoved him off of me and looked straight into his black eyes. "Don't you ever touch me again." I said. He looked a little surprised, then he became angry. "Remember the deal." Mike and Vincent said at the same time before it felt like I was falling.

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I sat up so fast that I felt lightheaded. I felt my face and it was freezing cold, but there was sweat and tears dripping down my cheeks. I felt the bed leaning over. I turned around and jumped when I saw Mike-- normal Mike-- sitting up and staring at me with alarmed eyes. "You scared the fuck out of me.." He said breathlessly. I rubbed the back of my head and laughed awkwardly. "I--I'm sorry. Just a--... a nightmare.." Mike scooted a little closer and peered into my eyes curiously. "Are you okay?" He asked slowly. "Mhm! I need to um..I need to go change." Mike nodded and said he'll meet me downstairs.

~time skip~

I went downstairs to the kitchen in a (f/c) tank top and leggings. Vincent was hangin out on the couch watching TV so I decided to mess around with him just for fun. Hiding behind the countertop, I noticed a metal fork just chillin by the edge and I silently flicked it off. When it hit the ground, it made a loud 'clang' and I heard Vincent whip around in his seat. "...what..the hell.." Vincent questioned his sanity and I'm holding back my laughter. I heard him stand up and walk over to, where I'm assuming, the fork is. He picked it up, and placed it back on the counter. As soon as he sat back down, I grabbed it and chucked it near the couch. It landed in front of him and made a 'clang' noise 10 times louder from how hard I chucked it. Vincent shrieked like a little kid and ran up to the other side of the counter.

"MIKE!" He shrieked in a high pitched voice. Mike called back from upstairs. I heard him but I guess Vincent didn't. " M I K E." He screeched even louder. "WHAT DO YOU WANT, VINCENT?!" Mike screamed back. I could barely contain my laughter anymore. "THIS HOUSE IS HAUNTED." The terrified Vincent shrieked the last word out in a high pitched tone. I got an idea when he started to walk the other way towards the fork. I silently came out of my hiding spot and jumped on his back. "HIVINCENT~!" Vincent shrieked at the top of his lungs and collapsed to the ground.

3rd POV

Vincent flipped himself around so he was laying on his back and (Y/n) was sitting just below his stomach ;). "you son of a bitch." Vincent being his pervy self laughed and put his hands on (Y/n)'s waist. "Scared of forks now, hm?" Vincent defended himself and sat up, you still sitting in the same spot. His face was inches from yours and you tapped his nose gently. "You're afraid of silverware." You stated. You were about to stand up when Mike cleared his throat in the doorway.

"The hell are you guys doing?.." Mike raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. Vincent defensively put his hands in the air and went on about how the two didn't do anything. "I threw a fork and he got scared." (Y/n) stated proudly. Mike laughed, rolled his eyes, and helped you both off the floor. "So much for the house being haunted.. Also! No forking around in the goddamn kitchen." Mike walked to the refrigerator, proud of the pun he made, and got himself a glass of water. You and Vincent looked at him as if he wasn't even human.

~time skip~

"Hey Vinny..?" (Y/n) called out. Vincent poked his head through a doorway, a light blush on his face from the nickname. "Wanna help me out?" The only girl in the house asked as she pulled out ingredients like flour, sugar, milk, butter, etc. "OOH WHAT'RE YOU BAKING?!" Vincent asked like an excited child. Mike ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. "(Y/N)'S BAKING?!" Mike questioned loudly. "YEAH, WANNA HELP?!" (Y/n) yelled excitedly. "HELL YEAH!" Mike rolled up the sleeves of his pale blue button up shirt and Vincent just took his shirt off. (Y/n) blushed as he just tossed his shirt to the side. "Is...is that necessary?.." the flustered (Y/n) asked slowly. Vincent had a devious smirk on his face; Mike rose an eyebrow at him. "I don't want my shirt to get dirty." Mike laughed at his statement. "Says the most disorganized person in this household."

(Y/n) giggled as she tossed some hand sanitizer to the boys after using it. "I vote on cookies first." (Y/n) stated as she took out some bowls. "I vote for anything," Mike added. (Y/n) handed Mike the bowl that was filled with a bunch of ingredients. He was amazed at how quick you put that together. "Mix that til it's dough, don't let Vincent eat it." She said the last part smirking right at the purple-haired doofus. He crossed his arms and pouted jokingly. "thas not fookin fair." (Y/n) jokingly rolled her eyes and handed Vincent a chocolate chip. As soon as (Y/n) held it up..it was..gone? She decided not to think about it.

(Y/n) decided to get started on making brownies. (Sadly, not pot brownies.) When she poured the flour into the bowl, she poured it a little too fast and it poofed up at her face. "AAAAAAAHH THERE'S A GHOST IN THE HOUSE." Vincent jokingly cowered behind Mike. (Y/n) laughed as she tried to wipe the powder off her face, as soon as she did, more was flicked at her. (Y/n) opened her eyes to see Mike with a mischievous smirk on his face and flour in his hand. "Oh you wanna play that way, huh?" Mike nodded, ready to chuck the flour at you. But he whipped around and smacked it on Vincent's head. Vincent froze in complete shock. "Oh you're on, you little shits." Vincent muttered grabbing a bag of flour. "OHSHIT." (Y/n) yelled and ran outside. She slid next to the door frame pressed against the wall and dumped some of the bag on Vincent as soon as he stepped outside. He yelped and darted somewhere outside.

(Y/n) could hear Mike's soft footsteps from inside. They stopped right next to the door. It was like a blind standoff between the two of you and anticipation was rising quickly. They waited to see who would make the first move. "Hey Mike...?" ..no answer. "Mike?" (Y/n) said a little louder. Thud. "Mike?!" (Y/n) ran through the doorway only to see Mike passed out on the floor. "Mike!--AHH" He faked it!! "Michael fucking Schmidt don't scare me like that!!" You scolded as he held you down on the floor. "Well you had me terrified for months! I..I wasn't the same without you around. I'm glad you're okay now." Mike patted her (h/c) hair leaving some flour behind. (Y/n) blushed slightly and apologized to him for feeling that way. She wanted to tell him about the shadows so. fucking. badly but she couldn't!

(Y/n)'s thoughts were interrupted when she heard a 'ding' come from the oven. Mike stood up, took a deep breath, and yelled, "HEY PURPLE DICK!!" Vincent's head popped up from some bushes. "WHAT."   "COOKIES ARE DONE." Vincent gasped and ran back inside with a bunch of thorns in his arms and legs. "Vincent where the hell were you hiding?" (Y/n) asked pretty fucking concerned. "....totally not a shrub or anything." (Y/n) laughed and took the jews-- I MEAN--- cookies out of the oven. "WHO WANTS COOKIIIEEEES!!" (Y/n) yelled. Vincent and Mike just cheered in response. "God, they're so childish sometimes." (Y/n) thought. She didn't know what she was going to do about her memories. Get the old ones back? Or just make brand new ones and start over? She didn't know which direction to go in, but she had to make a decision quickly.

I'm so sorry for not updating. High school's a fucking biTCH and now I have a relationship to hold together :)  How tf did I manage to get a boyfriend anyway? Fuck it, I'll never know.