The Murderer

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-Back in 19-something-or-other-


(Vincent's P.O.V)

Heh, I can't believe I actually did it...I got away with murder....6...whole times. Though, it's not like anyone cares about this place anymore, but still.....it's good to cover my tracks. I guess I'll-


"Vincent"


"Huh?!"


"We remember..."


"No, NO!"


"We know what you did..."


"S-Stay away from me!"


My legs...WHY CAN'T I MOVE THEM?!


My legs started moving on their own as the ghost came towards me. The 5 other ghosts were blocking the exit. The ghost of the child advanced on me and my body made me dive into a golden suit. I put it on and started laughing, I couldn't do anything to stop myself. The ghost just stood there (or rather, hovered there) as I felt the suit begin to shake. I felt the spring locks of the suit snap shut and-


Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!


I woke up screaming, my knuckles white from grabbing the bedsheets. I was breathing heavily and a cold sweat trickled down my bare back. I let go of the sheets and rubbed my eyes, my alarm clock still beeping the shit out of itself. I slammed my hand down on it, shutting it up. I slid out of bed, my feet touching the soft red carpet. I wandered over to the bathroom, slipping off my purple cargo pants and climbing into the shower. (A/N Get that image out of your head, ya perv) After my shower I got changed into my purple Freddy Fazbears Pizza uniform and made toast. (ALL OF THE TOAST) I looked at my watch and ran out with the toast in my mouth. "Shit! I'm gonna be late for communist school! Wait what..." I jumped into my car and drove off to work, still nomming on my toast.

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