Vin’s Backstory
Hello everyone! Mono here! Just want to say that the writing below has topics that wouldn't be good for those who struggle with depression or other related topics, such as loss of life and those close to you. Feel free to click off if that’s not your cup of tea I’m just warning you beforehand.
For a recap: Vin is my Karmor. Karmor is the listener in bvz, otherwise known as Bastards vs Zombies. His full name is Vince “Vin” Ennio Amato and he’s a British-Italian in his late 20’s.
THIS FOLLOWS A THEORY OF MINE WHICH YOU CAN FIND HERE: Link
(Apparently British people go to college at 16????? What???? I’m just, gonna be real American for a little bit CA CAW MF)
He’s so fucking dead inside bro has seen some shit—
On a totally unrelated note, IT’S LORE TIME™ FUCKERS—
*CLEARS THROAT* ONCE UPON A TIME—
So he was born to two loving parents, the firstborn. His mother was a teacher, and she taught first and second grade at the nearby school. His father worked as a construction worker, teaching his son to work with his hands and the importance of independency and hard work. His father also would take off his construction hat and place it on child —- head after he came home from work every day.
When he is about 11, his mother has his younger sister, a little girl with big green eyes and a bigger smile. Vin promises to be the best big brother there ever was and swears to protect her to which his dad ruffles his hair and laughs with a warm smile on his face.
His sister and him share the same bright sea glass eyes, from their mother.
So he grows up pretty normal for about two more years, he’s 14 at this point, and his father comes back from work on a day to day basis coughing constantly. Eventually the man goes to see a doctor and as it turns out, he’s got a terminal disease.
A few months later, he’s gone. Vin’s sister is 4 now. His mother is working and picks up a second job. He starts mowing lawns for cash and selling papers. Whatever he could do to help his mom.
On his fifteenth birthday, his mother gifted him his father’s old jacket, rips and all. So his sister convinced him to fix it up, with her help. A four year old and a fifteen year old. With sewn on patches, paint splatters and sewn on flowers.
And for the next few years, all is peaceful. By 17, he has a stable job after school working for a psychiatrist as a front desk manager, and setting his sister to bed while his mother worked on lesson plans.
His sister was now 6, almost 7. And she was so bright, so happy. She was thriving in school, a developing artist with great skill for her age, and a good head on her shoulders.
Life was good.
Then he went to Uni at 18, promising to send checks to his mother to help with income. And it was fine, for a time.
He ended up working as a tech for a psychiatrist at a mental institution. How he got that job? (Haven’t decided yet lol)
Anyway, he meets this weird patient. The main reason he thought that was because the guy was practically obsessed with crows. He drew them everywhere, plus a bunch of weird symbols Vin was pretty sure he was using to summon an eldritch god or demon or something.
Now Vin wasn’t freaked out easily, but that patient, well, he gave Vin the heebie-jeebies.
But life went on. He graduated college, with honors. His mom cried at his graduation and his sister smiled brightly, for she was now 10 going on 11 and was as happy as can be, a pure artist at heart.
And he went to medical school, planning to work in psychology. He wanted to help people, and although he wasn’t a man of many words, he still could help as many people as he could whenever he used his voice.
One day, however, his mother and sister wanted to go on a trip to the local history museum with him, but Vin declined, as he had a huge project due and tests to study for because medical school IS NO JOKE.
It’s a few hours later when he gets the call.
His sister, his Anise, his little star, and his mother, were dead. Killed in a car collision crash by a drunk driver.
Vin punched a window that night, the glass cutting his hands. He didn’t care.
He called out of his classes for the next day, as taking a whole week would not help he, he thought.
He did many things on that day off.
He visited his sister’s favorite gardens, where the Alliums bloomed sweetly every single year. He visited his mother’s favorite restaurant, ordering her regular sandwich to go.
And he sat, at their favorite bridge, overlooking the water below, sandwich in its to-go box by his side, opened with bites taken out of it.
Trigger warning!
Tears ran down his face as he overlooked the water, unable to see the bottom.
He had no friends. His father was dead. His mother was dead. His sister, his Anise, his star, was dead. And he did everything, everything to help them. But it was all in vain—
He overlooked the water, empty eyes peering into it as his mind raced with thoughts.
He sat behind the railing arms and legs looped through it, thorned bushes at his sides.
He wondered what would’ve happened had he gone with them.
He wondered what it would be like to fall—
TRIGGER WARNING OVER
He snapped back, falling into the rose bushes as thorns cut and pricked his hands, stumbling through them. His hands were bloodied. But nonetheless, he picked up the sandwich box, and went back to his car.
He finished the sandwich.
The cuts weren’t too deep, but they were jagged, and deep enough to scar. He simply wrapped them up and wore soft black gloves for the next week.
He was numb as he went through the motions, planning the twin funerals for the most special people in his life.
The funerals were no better. He spoke, the words holding back tears he couldn’t shed, the numbness and pain so deep inside him.
And he watched as their caskets were lowered and they were buried, as their tombstones were laid at their graves, beside his father’s.
He continued the motions, going through life. He supposed that’s all it was, that’s all he had.
And then he graduated, with honors. But unlike his college graduation, no one was sitting in the crowd for him.
He was now 26, and going through the motions. Still working at the same tech job for the psychiatrist.
And remember the weird crow-obsessed patient? Well one day, Vin went to visit him, doing rounds and checking up on patients, when he found that particular patient with a scalpel, threatening to ki// everyone.
Vin tried to negotiate, but Crow only asked to play a game. Vin reluctantly agreed, peering around the room and seeing the strange symbols on the walls.
Vin had pressed the emergency call button, fast as hell because a patient had what was essentially a knife, a stabby object.
But it was too late. When Vin tried to flee, the Crow man lunged at him, dragging him to the bed and plopping him beside him, stabbing himself and then Vin in the neck. And then he spoke in a language that Vin could only assume was tongues because what the fuck this man was batshit insane.
Vin watched as the world went dark, wondering whether he’d was dying or not. He wondered that if he was, would he see them all again?
And then he woke up in what was essentially the fucking void with the weird patient wearing a crow mask and wielding magic, which, like what the hell???
He was kept there. For over a year. Haunted by hallucinations of those he loved who died all those years ago. Tormented and forced to play games with the crow (man? God?) as his mind slowly whittled away, as his memories grew weary. They played games of death, because the crow was so desperately bored.
He didn’t know how much time passed, but one day he finally gave up, passed out.
That’s when he woke up. In the dusty lands that seemed the blur and stretch. And that’s when he was kicked lightly awake, with a vaguely robotic figure talking down to him.
ANYWAY LORE TIME OVER
SOB SILLIES >:)
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