You Can't Escape (Purple Guy/ Vincent's past book 2)

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//I think you know what's gonna happen in this chapter o-o//

I began walking into the place, with an insane grin on my face.

I walked toward the kitchen, hood down and hair ruffled.

I tugged the chef's shoulder,

"H-hey, mister, my sister is in there and she hasn't gotten her cake yet. She's sad and her friends are leaving." I told him, truly sounding kiddish.

"Ok, little boy. Where's your sister at? What cake did she want?" He said, bending down a little at my eye level.

"She's in the large room. She ordered a strawberry cake," I said.

"Alright, no problem! I'll be right over there." he said, going into the refrigerator and grabbing out a pre-made strawberry cake.

Once he walked out, I immediately ran over to the board with papers all over it.

Under many papers, the key wasn't on it's nail.

"Think, think...where were the backups?" I asked myself, searching around franticly.

Finally, I remembered.

I quickly reached under the rug next to the back door of the kitchen, and to my luck, found the key.

I grabbed it and put it in the door I came through, making sure it was locked securely.

I gripped onto my knife in my pocket and kneeled next to the vent.

I stuck it on one of the nails and pretty much destroyed all four by just putting the knife's edge on the end of the nail, carefully forcing it upward.

As soon as they all came off, I quickly crawled through the vent and into the parts/services room.

I looked around for my planned object until I spotted it in a darker corner of the room, besides how dark the room was already.

I quickly ran over to it and ripped all it's wires out, and some springs, too.

I pulled on the golden suit and tightened it securely.

I walked out of the parts/services room and started toward the main room, looking.

I scanned my surroundings and walked on over to the stage.

I grabbed two kids' shirts and they looked over.

"Hey, kids! There's some extra cake in the kitchen. Wanna come eat some with ol' Goldie?" I asked, smirking.

They beamed.

"Ok!" The both yelled happily.

Three kids trailed off to the bathrooms and I took them from behind.

"Hey guys! There's cake in the kitchen! Let's go eat some!" I clapped happily.

"Alright," they replied.

I walked into the parts/services room, with all five kids behind me.

I loudly shut the door and all 5 kids snapped their heads toward me.

I carefully locked it using the key and the kids' eyes widened.

They looked shocked, yet terrified. They probably thought stupid for trusting a stranger.

I pulled out the knife from my pocket and held it up.

"Whoever wants to come first, step up." I said smirking.

They all backed away.

"So, then. You wanna play that game?" I asked.

They stayed silently still.

"Then be it. You can die." an insane smile slip over my face as I charged for a kid.

I grabbed him by the shirt and shoved the knife into his stomach.

He shrieked in pain and the others started screaming and banging on the doors.

I dropped the limp kid to the floor and ran toward another kid.

I shoved it in his back and he stopped banging and screeched loudly.

I could hear people outside of the room and I quickly looked at the door.

"Stop your screaming, you're making a scene!" I yelled.

"I-I'm sorry mister! I-I don't w-want to die!" One yelled.

"I'm sorry...I'm so, so sorry..." I stabbed the kid in his back as the other 2 kept screaming.

I kicked them to the ground and stuck the knife in ones stomach, as the other ran out of my grasp for the back door.

I quickly grabbed him and looked at the fear and tears in his light blue eyes.

Like Mike's eyes.

It brought back hatred. Despair. Loneliness.

I stabbed him in the neck and watched as his cries died down.

I quickly took off the suit and dropped the kid.

I put the knife in my pocket and smiled.

I woke up forcefully, sitting straight up in my bed.

Sweat dripped from my forehead as tears dropped from my eyes.

I wiped them away and laid back down.

" Not that again..."