I Am The Purple Guy (A FNaF Fanfic)((HIATUS AT THE MOMENT))

Chapter 6:A lot of people don't understand me

Hey everyone, hope you've all been enjoying so far so here's the new chapter:) *I don't own Five Nights at Freddy's, all characters from the FNaF games belong to Scott Cawthon, all OC's and artwork belong to me* *Warning* Mild swearing in this chapter*

"Save them." A voice whispered."You can't..." I replied out weakly as I felt myself fall to the floor. "It's your choice Vincent, your fate is in your hands." I heard the same voice say, as everything went black...

Vincent (Purple Guy's) POV

I open my eyes slowly, and was greeted by piercing bright light. I groaded as I open my eyes completely, and was greeted by my surroundings. Medical equipment that you would find in a hospital or ambulance surrounded me, I was in the back of an ambulance.

I sat up in confusion, noticing I was in one of those Stryker MX-PRO Stretcher, you know the stretchers they use to carry people into an ambulance.

"What the hell." I mumbled to myself as I took my blue and black Fredbrear's Pizza cap, and ran my hand through my hair.

I must've passed out. I thought to myself.

I noticed there were no paramedics in the back of the ambulance I was in, and I also noticed that the door to the back of it was slightly open. I put my cap back on and got off of the stretcher I was on, as I moved towards the door. Before I was about to open it, it suddenly swung open. I was caught off guard and I stepped back. The door opened up, only to see my dad.

My dad smiled at the sight of me. "Vincent, I'm happy to see you're awake."

"Ya, ya. I'm fine, dad." I said as I hopped out the back of the ambulance, and felt a piercing pain shot through my head. I gripped my head slightly and groaned in pain. "Looks like I need to take a smoke." I mumbled as I grabbed my pack of cigarettes and lighter.

"Vincent, how many damn times do I need to tell you how nasty of a habit that is." My dad stated sternly.

"Whatever." I mumbled as I grabbed a cigarette from the pack and put the tip of it in my mouth, and held the lighter out to the other end. I lit it as I started to inhale the smoke from the cigarette, immediately feeling my headache subside.

"You're my son and I love you, but I don't understand the things you do sometimes." My dad stated firmly as he shook his head.

"A lot of people don't understand me, dad. Mom was one of them." I mumbled as I took another puff of my cigarette.

My dad sighed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to remind you of how she treated you." My dad said almost seeming like he regret what he had said before. Ah regret, one emotion that I almost never feel. If I was a normal person I would feel regret, but since I'm a psychopath I don't.

"It's fine." I replied in a emotionless way, taking another puff of my cigarette.

There was a moment of silence. I looked around seeing the ambulance I was in was parked in the parking lot of Fredbear's, along with a police car.

"How long was I out for?" I questioned breaking the silence.

"A good hour." My dad replied. "Scott said you barged into his office and started yelling at him and then you seemed like you looked like you were dizzy and he said you were mumbling stuff and then you passed out."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"So, because of the springlock failures we had to close Fredbear's early, and I had to rush from Fazbear's to see if everything was okay. After having Scott call me in alarm that the the springlock suits failed and that you were on the ground unconscious. The two employees were rushed to the hospital and surgeons are doing major surgeries to keep them alive." My dad stated.

"Where's Scott anyway." I asked holding the cigarette between my index and middle finger.

"He's right there." My dad stated motioning to where two police officers and Scott were. "The officers are trying to do investigation."

"Investigation about what?"

"About the springlock suits."

"Hold on." I stated as I walked over to where the two officers and Scott were standing.

"Sir, why were those employees doing such a dangerous job." One of the officers questioned Scott. Scott open his mouth, as if he was going to respond as I walked into their conversation.

"Because they agreed to it and knew the dangers pretty damn well." I stated.

The officers turned to me in confusion.

"Officers, this is my nephew Vincent. He's the manager." Scott stated introducing me to the two cops.

"Listen, those two employees knew those suits were dangerous, hell they even signed a form to show they knew the risks and knew they could die." I stated.

The officers looked at each other and back at me.

"We need proof." One of the cop's stated.

"Alright, I'll go get them." I stated as I walked into the restaurant. I stepped into Scott's Office and found the signed forms, showing the two employees understood the dangers of their job. I grabbed them and walked out of his office and through the halls of the pizzeria.

As I walked into the show area I felt as if someone was staring at me. I turned around only to see The Puppet half out of it's box, just staring at me.

I gave it a dirty look and stuck my middle finger out at it. "Fuck off." I said as I walked out the doors.

I showed the two officers the papers and shortly they left along with the ambulance.

Let's just say I can get myself out of situations easily. But what I didn't realize was that later on, being able to get out of things easily would be needed...

Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter:D Anyway, Stay tuned for the next chapter:)

-Wicked