FNAF - Forgotten (NEW)

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  The car was an old 1930's purple low-rider. It was rusted, the paint chipped, windows cracked, the hood wouldn't shut, and it just was just awful to look at. I couldn't even stare for a second without wanting to throw it out. The car's paint was faded and was a bit red. It wasn't painted red though. The owner before was one of the scariest criminals of all times, and I think this car cursed me to take his place. I am a wanted criminal, if I was found and caught I would be spared no mercy. 

  If somebody found and caught me they would get a minimum of 57,000$. It was a lot, and I was all over the news. The company, too, but all the blames were forced onto me, anything the company did. Nobody knew how I looked, nobody knew my name, nobody knew me, only that I existed. It was odd to see an unnaturally colored man walking in a murder infested crime scene. I never knew why anyone kept coming back to the restaurant. If I had the choice, I would never come back. I would erase my past, run away, and start a new life in a different state under a different name. I would try to see if there was a way to change my skins pigment. I didn't want to be "Purple Man", I don't want to be "Purple Man". My skin color was the only thing people seen before I was allowed to be outside. I started working for Fazbear's Pizza back in 1980, back when It was under a different name, different animatronics, different "Lore". Now, they can't see me anymore. "Purple Guy" doesn't exist publicly, but he's still here, hiding, being giving commands he has to obey. Don't forget me.