It had been 5 years since the toys were discontinued. Chica, Bonnie and I were doing fine, but Foxy followed the same fate as the toys. Saddened at their losses, we became enraged, killing more and more of the security guards. After we killed the manager, the restaurant was doomed. We had messed up badly. Now we would never catch our murderer. I sat backstage, and cried (as much as an animatronic can cry) into my hands. Bonnie and Chica came to comfort me, telling me we would get another chance. Right they were, as our second chance came soon after the closing.
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What do you think so far? I am going to change the story a little bit at the end, but not much. Please leave feedback for me, I want to be a better writer. Thanks!
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That Purple Monster (FNAF)
Horror*SPOILERS*A short story about a plan that the puppet has to kill his murderer. Don't read if you are kinda queasy about blood.
