Vincent kept a scrapbook of the little girl he never wanted to take care of. Her first word was "Purple!" She took her first steps, then stumbled into Vincent's outstretched arms. She first went to Freddy Fazbear's when she was two. And Vincent loved her.
Over time, Vincent finally won Scott over, and thus they were partners. And Scott loved Violet too. He was there for her fourth birthday.
Her purple hair grew long like her father's, and her purple skin never grew dark. Though Vincent's memories of that night were hazy at best, he didn't think she took after her mother at all.
When they sent Violet to her first day of kindergarten, Vincent was a sobbing mess.
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My Little Violet
FanficMy Little Violet or: How I Learned To Stop Murdering and Love The Kid I Didn't Want
