The Purple Guy- Is this reality? Or a dream?

Chapter 1

I was assigned here to watch over the party, all the tables were filled with hyper screaming kids that gave me a huge headache. Crossing my arms, I looked over to the animatronic's on the stage. Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy in Pirates Cove. They were just bought by the owner of this place, made to entertain the kids, but just looking at them gave me chills. Ever since that day in 1983, I would get bad dreams, or have horrific flash backs. Every time I looked at the machines, I could still see kid stuck inside the mouth of Fred Bear. See the crimson blood spill slowly all over the floor. The panicking screams of parents, and crying children. Ever since that day, Fred Bear's have been closed down for good, no employee liked it there anyways. But because of me being unknowingly attracted to something here, I came back. I will always come back. The band on the main stage started to play their usual programmed songs and the kids began to cheer. Since everything was fine in the main stage, I decided to take a look in Pirates Cove, and that's when I saw her. A little girl with brown hair on the stage pass the line where Foxy was. The girl tried to get her mother's attention, as she started to rip off the Foxes fur. I walked up to the girl and tried to get her down.

Me: Little girl, can you please get down from there? Foxy is not safe to be this close to.

Girl: No, you're NOT my mommy! I'm not gonna listen to you!

She turned away with a snarl and continued to rip off the fur. I wanted to snap at her myself, I can't stand kids like this, so disrespectful for no reason. I walked up to her mother who was on her phone and she eyed me as if she didn't want to be bothered.

Me: Ma'am, please remove your child from Pirates Cove. It's not-

Women: She is not bothering anybody! Let her play with the fox if she wants to. play. with. the. fox!!

Me: But ma'am, please-

Women: What did I just say? Now go away!

Well, now I can she where the kid got the attitude from. I walked up to the main manager and told him about the situation as the mother would glare at me from time to time. Then it happened. Screams filled the room, the mothers was the loudest. I turned around to see the young girls body laying by Foxy, her hear pouring out blood scattering every where. Terrified of the scene, I ran up to the stage and get the kid.

Women: Someone, call 911!!!

Me: Kid?! KID?!

The was no response from her. I looked up at the animatronic, who seemed to have a happy look about what he had done. His mouth dripped blood onto his fur, I almost threw up when I saw the girls frontal lobe hanging in his mouth. The sight of it almost made me vomit. I got a flash back of Fred Bear's, all of the horror.......

Women: Where is the ambulance?! 

Man: Right here!

There was two men, one was tall and a little chubby, the other was about a inch smaller and thin. They loaded the girl onto the gurney, collected the frontal lobe, and rushed back to the ambulance. The mother came up to me with tears in her eyes, and a mad expression.

Women: THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!!

I stood there shocked as everyone in the room looked our way.

Women: If you would've did your job and get my child off that stage-!!

Me: I was trying to, but you seemed so occupied on your pathetic cell phone, you really didn't seem to care about what your daughter was doing. Maybe, if you raised your daughter the right way, and pay attention to her ware a bouts, this wouldn't have happened.

She got furious and slapped me as hard as she could, I stumbled back. One of my colleagues came to my aid, his name was Scott, the one who records the messages for new comer employees.

Scott: Ma'ma, I am sorry to say that he is right. And you did not need to slap him out of frustration. I suggest you leave and go to your child's aid.

The women had a sad look on her face and rushed out of the room. Scott turned to me, smiled, patted my back, and walked away.

Scott: Clean up this mess, Vincent?

Me: Uhhhh.......... Y-yeah, okay.......

The place was now empty, I grabbed a mop and a bucket and cleaned up the blood. I hid my face in the shadows as the flash backs started to kick in. I wish I can forget.

Next Day...

I sat there at my table eating breakfast and reading the paper. I saw the newest head line labeled: The Bite of 87. I quickly turned to the next page and read the article:

Yesterday at the local family pizzaria, Freddy Fazbear's, a young girls frontal lobe was bitten off by one of the machinery used for the establishment. The authorities have questioned workers and the owner about the incident and we have gotten little information. "It was horrific", said one of the employees, "That fox bit off her whole frontal lobe!" After the interveiw with the workers, reporters questioned the mother who was too upset to talk about it. As of right now, the pirates cove is closed down and the fox is out of order. It is said that the girl will survive, but now the parents are starting to question whether or not Freddys is a safe place for their children. More on this story soon.

I put the paper down as I got up and straightened my tie, the boss is NOT gonna be happy about this. I left the house still a little shaky from yesterday, and went to work.