30 Years Later....
I was all rusted up and broken down, each time I took a step it echoed down the dark and empty halls. I have always been sitting here waiting for someone to come find me, but I just gave up. It was hard to accept the fact that I am all alone. Abandoned forever and friendless, I always wished to have friends like those mysterious ghost children who roam the halls. I tried to befriend them but they run away, I guess its from the way I look. And the dreams...... I can't explain them but I'm always haunted by them. The blood, the evil laughter, the horror screams. It was not long until I regained a small memory. I used to be a person, I was cursed in this suit for something I've done and that's all I know. Everyone so often I get a little claustrophobic in here so I walk around to try to see if I can find a real person who can help me. After all these years of being like this, I can start to feel my little humanity slip away. I try to focus my mind on other thoughts so I wouldn't slip into eternal insanity, but it doesn't help anymore, I gave up on all hopes of ever being set free or finding the rest of my memories. I feel like there is more to this than being cursed in this suit, and I hope to figure it out soon. This is pure torture.
(Sorry it's short, I don't feel well tonight.)
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