Purple Death (FNAF Fanfiction)

Darkness can be deciving

      It has been a few days since the meeting with Vincent. I have gotten calls from him, by an unknown caller ID which I am guessing he just using a phone from the booth that was probably not far from his home. I always ignored it as well as the ghostly children that came and gone. Always asking if Vincent will come or not, so they all can get their revenge on him.
But I slightly shrug them off and just continuing working or whatever i was doing. But at times they throw things at me trying to get my attention. Like a few hours ago, I was typing away on the computer until I felt a loud crash right next to my head. I jumped and stared at what had slammed against the wall. There I saw it was a picture of Shilo, my own little cousin who had died not to long ago. I picked up the small portrait which showed her pale ill complexion.

"What's your deal!" I shot up from my desk as I turned my head to stare at the small child who stared at me with widen eyes.

"Bridgette, what do you want?" I growl narrowing my eyes. I then walked out of my room holding the small portrait near me as I growled feeling the small girl following me.

'Why the hell is she following me, I don't have anything she wants,' I thought as I kept walking until I was in the middle of the training room of the work building. I stared behind me as I narrowed my eyes only to be met with each of the spirits. The children spirits with their tears falling.

"What is with you, I tried and now I'm scared of what might happen soon. Vincent wanted to kill me since i found out his little secrets. But here the thing, you guys I keep getting calls from him" I growled as My eyes flashed anger in them.
Showing I was not in the best shape to be talking right now. They gulped as I looked away from them not wanting to look at them. I sighed with anger and dug my nails into each part of my head as I feel the pain against my head. I then slowly got my knees and looked down as the ghostly children started circling around me as I sighed and raised my head up.

"Please can you try again, We need him gone from this world. We want to end him" i hear one of them say as I knocked my head back and stared at the black ceiling and moonlit skyline as I widen my eyes and felt the coldness of the children's hands on my arms and back. I then see a flash of white as I gasp and notice I was pulled away from reality and into flashbacks of the different memories of the children.

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Dakota's Flashback

"Oh Dear Dakota, where are you going?" I hear a strong confident woman call to a small blonde haired girl as she looks at the woman and smiles brightly,

"To my friend's Birthday Party," Dakota says as she walks out the house but was grabbed by the arm and twirled around.

"Why not a kiss before you go?" The woman says as Dakota kisses the woman on the cheek and left the home on her way to the party. My party. Then the memory ended and showed her in the back room with the other children. A costume of Freddy Fazbear was being acted by someone inside as the man took off the small mask of the bear mascot.

The man smiled and looked at the children with creepy grin as he walked over to them. The familiar eyes stared down at Dakota as he then strikes in flash. I hear the yells of agony and pain as I grimaced and stared down at the blood that flowed out of the children's lifeless body as their voices yelling voice soon became silent.

"You were never supposed to be here, why don't you go and play with the children that come here forever and ever. Until your spirits leave this place when it burns in hell.' I hear the man say as I stared at him. Vincent.

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Patrick's Flashback

The small red headed boy smiled and laughed as he chased a small Russian white domestic fox () who he kept as his pet, he named it Soul. By the grey parts of the small fox looking like little spots. It was the last memory that Patrick was thinking. Soul must have been his best friend and only one that he really cared for. His parents traveled everywhere so he was all alone when he was born. His mother stayed until he turned one years old. And when he was two, they came back and brought him back Soul for their only son. So he won't always be alone and be scared. He lived with his grandparents and they cared for him for many years.

"Patrick!" Patrick looked up from where his name was called as he turned to see his grandmother who smiled with a toothy grin.

"It's time for you to go to that party." she says as Patrick nodded and petted the small fox as he kisses it on the small head before leaving without another word. The fox made a small sound as it watched it's owner leave it all alone.

Patrick looked at the man with skeptical look as he felt his hairs on his forearms rise up as he tilted his head thinking about his small fox and if he would see his small fox soon enough. But that never happened as the killer killed him with the knife through his chest as he welled in agony, tears rolling down his cheek as he felt his eyes roll back into his skull as his spirit started to leave his body.
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Bridgette's Flashback

"Mommy!" Bridgette yells out as she walks into the kitchen as she sees her mother sitting at the small kitchen table as she turns her bloodshot eyes at the child as she growls and narrows her eyes at her. Her mother must have been a drinker, no wonder why she kept saying no when we asked to go with her back home. She didn't want to see her mother in one of moods.
Her mother then walked over to her and breathed out as she looked at the child.

"Mother I am living to go to my friend's party just letting you know" Bridgette says as she kept her posture and stared at her mother who nodded and went back to her drink.

Bridgette then left the house and towards the party, not wanting to be in her mother's Wrath. But what she didn't know is that she will never see her ever again.

She stared at the blood that was dripping from the metal knife that had stabbed Dakota then Patrick, then Ezio. She then screamed and cried as the blood flowed out of her and onto the floor.
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Ezio's Flashback

"Aunt Macey I'm leaving please take care of Scootaloo and Sheet while I'm gone" Ezio smiled as his Aunt smiled and watched him leave as she looked at the two kittens who mewled for the small boy to come back to them and play with them. 

Ezio's mother and father both died in a car accident, well that's what he thinks, but really they left him alone with his aunt and moved on with their lives. Ezio's Aunt took him in as her own and told him that lie all the time and doesn't plan on telling him until the time is right. His mother does ask a few times of how he's doing and his he sometimes thinking about them.

"Mother, i'll be with you soon enough...............Soon.........................." he says with his last gasping breath as he closed his eyes and let himself go into the darkness.
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I gasped once more as I felt my heart thumped against my chest repeatedly as I blinked my eyes before i felt my eyes blink down tears as it streamed against my cheeks like rivers.

"Vincent........w-why?" I sniffle as I cried out only to hear a male voice from behind me.

"So now you know more about what happened?" Vincent spoke as he frowned and looked down trying to avoid my tearful gaze.