My Little Violet

Save Her

"You ready?"

"Yeah!"

Violet slid down the banister of their house's stairs, jumping off near the bottom and falling into Scott's arms.

"Careful there, princess." He kissed her forehead, eliciting giggles from her.

"I'm not a princess, I'm a pirate!"

"Why can't you be both?" Vincent picked her up and placed her on his shoulders. "Isn't that person on that show you watch, uh... Loofa, prince of the pirates?" He feigned cluelessness, causing her to laugh more.

"Luffy, daddy! And he's king!"

"Oh, that's right." He smiled and opened the front door. "Shall we go?"

"Full speed ahead!"

"Aye aye!" He ran around the yard a few times, appreciating this time with his daughter. And to think, there was a time when he didn't want her at all. He sat her down in the car after his legs got tired and buckled her up in her car seat, climbing into the passenger side as Scott was already in the driver's side, waiting.

The drive to Freddy Fazbear's was noisy, as many of their drives were. Violet was always talkative about something, either that or singing a song from the pizzeria. Scott and Vincent had heard the tunes so many times that they had to sing along.

When they pulled into the parking lot, Violet practically jumped out of the car and started to run in. Vincent caught her. "Careful!"

"Aww, daaaaaddddyyyyy..."

He hugged her and set her down, walking in after her as Scott followed. Poor Scott was always the one who'd toted the baby bags and backpacks and carried the baby across his chest, eliciting giggles from passing pedestrians.

As they walked in, Vincent surveyed the kids around him and something snapped. He wasn't himself anymore, he could barely see what was going on, it seemed like a blur. He was scared, looking for Scott for support but not finding him anywhere amongst the garbled colors. Words even became mixed-up messes of gibberish, some of which he recognized as his own voice.

"D-daddy!"

He snapped out and the world snapped back into a visible, audible... nightmare. He was in the back room, and he could feel the leather handle of the knife in his hand. He saw his daughter in front of him, cowering in fear.

The ride home was silent.