It's been three nights, and I still haven't managed to get to the office. I'm still trying to say help me, but nothing I try is working. The puppet just stands back and watches me and every failed attempt. I wish he would help me. I zipped from room to room trying my best to ignore the child's voice. It wasn't long until I got to the office. The security guard looked at me and screamed in horror.
Help me, help me.
(Play the song now)
The guard flipped a tablet over and started to reboot something, I tried to move so I could go in, but I couldn't. Something was wrong. Looking into the shadows, the puppet stared at me with an old evil gaze, chains wrapped around me wrists and ankles. He mouthed something, and then flashbacks filled my head. One after another, everything that has happened to me before I became... this. The murders, the children, the other guards, the blood, the puppet framing me for a crime I didn't commit. I detached from the animatronic suit and glared at the puppet.
Me: It was you this whole time. You did this to me!
It laughed wickedly and nodded.
Yes, it was me.
Me: You son of a bitch!
Heh heh, I would be careful if I was you. The spirits still linger and watch closely.~
Me: I shouldn't be here, let me out!
Why should I? You've been here nice and quiet for years.~
Me: Wh-what, years?
Yes, it's been thirty years Vincent. Thirty years since all this happened.~
Me: You sick fuck!
I tried to attack him, but I still couldn't move. With the flick of his finger, I walked away from him and slowly snuck into the office. The security guard had tears streaming down his face, he shivered with every step I took.
You're still my puppet, you're still my toy, still stuck in my twisted little game.~
Me: Help me! HELP ME PLEASE!
A terrifying animatronic scream came from me as I went in after him, the guard got up and tried to get me away from him. Tears streamed down my face as I watched myself be controlled to kill another again. My cold metal hands wrapped around his neck and choked him, he gasped for air loudly and struggled to break free. Then all of a sudden, I froze into place. Chimes rang through the halls indicating that is was 6 AM. The guard broke free and ran out screaming horrified. I sighed in relief and sadness. Relief that the guy was still alive, sad that I won't be leaving this place any time soon. I heard the puppet laugh as he came in front of me, anger and hatred filled my little remaining soul. His arms was extended to me.
I think it's about time you go to sleep.~
My body shut down and I hit the floor with a bang. Before I went out cold, I was his arms pick me up and drag me out of the office. I'm never gonna escape this eternal hell.
Hold your head up high, tomorrow is another day.
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The Purple Guy- Is this reality? Or a dream?
FanficAfter the bite of 1983 in Fred Bear's Family Diner, security guard Vincent Bishop, had been traumatized by the scene of death and blood of a little boy. Little did he know what was in store for him, he would slowly turn insane thanks to somebody...