3rd person pov
Thursday, July 28, 1985
It was a dark and stormy night in San Francisco, California, and a lady can be seen limping down the street, holding something wrapped in a purple blanket. Blood was dripping down her hospital gown, and tears were escaping from her eyes.
She quickly but painfully ducked into an alley and took cover behind a dumpster. She found a box and and a slightly working sharpie and put the thing in the box. Then she wrote, 'Give to a good home' on the box. Then she sat there and wept.
Vincent's pov
That same night
I was just walking back from the liquor store, carrying three packs of cigarettes and two packs of weed. I felt good. That is, until I passed an alleyway. I heard painful crying behind a dumpster and I ran in to see a woman in a hospital gown that's dripping wet with blood. "Please..." she whispered. "Take care of my baby." She slowly pointed to the box next to her. I opened it and saw a baby wrapped in a purple blanket. "T-take c-care of h-her, sh-she's sp-special..." The woman said. Then she layed still, breathless.
I took the child in my arms, she was so little, so helpless. I hugged her close to my chest, smiling. She'll now be my responsibility, my daughter. I dropped the cigarettes and weed and walked away, holding her close to me. "My little Violet." I whispered.
WAZZUP!?!? Here's the first chappie! This is so fucking detailed, wow. Anyway, enjoy the book. TURTLES!!!!
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Purple Guy's Daughter
RandomWhile Vincent (purple guy) was at his normal job (murdering people for weed), he found a homeless baby in an alleyway. He decided to take her in and raise her as his own. After that, he tried to be a good father, but the weed and murdering were too...
