May 1987- A man, dressed completely in purple, even his skin color is purple, was hired to work alongside another man, handling phone messages, helping new recruits. Once the purple man found the "Phone Guy", he greeted him with a smile, and a droop of the irisless eyes. All white. Phone Guy shuddered. "A-anyways, this is the amazing, Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria, home to some amazing memories and fun times." Phone Guy said, not really that enthusiastically. Maybe because he has to repeat it so many times he lost track of how much. After explaining to the man in purple, Phone Guy continued working the night shift, the purple man by his side, quiet. They made one hell of a team.
June 1987- Two children were reported missing and presumed dead, as many police officers were looking for anything that might help. Phone Guy had worked alone on that night, the purple man called in... sick.
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Mike Schmidt's Horrid Tale
Fanfiction"Some days were fine. The old days. Before this hell came loose. Fucking... You were my hero., ____.... You were my fucking hero. I got THIS because of you. Since that fucking day back in _____... Why? Why did you fucking do it?.... Now go on. Finis...
