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

Chapter 5

The next day I woke up, still impacted about the news last night. Getting out of my bed and doing my usual morning routine, my phone started to ring.

Me: Hello?

Boss: Morning Mr. Bishop.

Me: Oh, hello sir.

Boss: Listen Bishop, as you may know, Freddy's is closing due to........ you know?

Me: Yes sir.

Boss: Before we close, we're having a final birthday for a little boy-

Me: A birthday at that place with that incident?

Boss: We already discussed it with the family. There will be heavy police protection every where, so while the children have fun, they will be protected.

Me: Okay, and you want me to come in?

Boss: Yes, and another thing, I need Mr. Schmidt to come back for the night shift, if you see him, tell him for me?

Me: Uhhh, okay. And boss, why didn't the police want to investigate me-

Boss: Perfect, be here today around five.

Me: ??

We both hung up the phone, and I sighed. Why would people throw a party there when five kids just got murdered........ by me.....

Scott: VINCENT!!!!

I jumped and looked towards the door, Scott kept banging on the door heavily as if trying to knock it down. I opened it so he would stop, he looked worried.

Me: Scott, what's-!!!!

He muffled my mouth with his hand and pushed me inside and locking the door.

Me: Scott-

Scott: They're after you Vincent.

Me: Who?

Scott: The police dumb ass, duh!

Me: Why?

Scott: Some how, they linked the murders to you.

Me: What, when?!

Scott: When they interviewed  all the employees, the police saw you weren't there, and I heard the boss talking to them. He made them believe that the murderer is you!

Fear took over my entire body, I felt dizzy and weak. I tried to look at Scott and ask him a question, but I just couldn't. It was like my voice disappeared and my eyes were blurry. Then I felt some kind of anger take over my body, like the feeling when the puppet appeared and took control of me.

Me: That bastard, when I get my hands on him, I'll make him suffer for this.

Scott: Relax, take deep breaths. They just think you did it because you weren't there, all you just have to say is that you didn't.

Me: Huh? Oh, yes of course. So that's why the boss told me to go to Freddys later?

Scott: Yes.

Me: Hmmmm......

Scott: I'll be there, so relax.

Me: Okay, listen I have to do something. I'll see you at five.

Scott: Alright, be careful.

Me: I will, bye.

Scott: Bye.

Just as Scott left, evil thoughts went through my mind, a wicked smirk grew on my face. So, the boss wants to try and put me behind bars, eh? He can't!~