On your way home from another horrifying night shift back to your house, you now realize how stupid it was to go down one of the dark streets. Sure it was a little after 6 AM, but it was still insanely pitch black out. Continuing down the main street, you hear what sounds like muffled noises coming from a branching alleyway. You were sure as hell not going to stop, but as you passed it, you turned your neck to look at the scene.
Lit by a very dim street lamp, you could see two figures. One was on the ground on their back, the next figure hunched over them.. Thrusting something into the body on the ground, a glint came off the freshly bloodied weapon. The figure stood up tall, no longer hunching, you swear you saw a night guard cap on their head. Whatever you just fucking saw, you were not supposed to see it. Thankfully your work shoes were always quiet, and you simply turned your head back to normal, and walked faster.
Checking behind yourself every so often to make sure you weren't being followed, you maintained a casual pace. If you were being watched, you wanted to make it seem that everything was fine, like you didn't just witness a murder. You gasp, a click going off in your head, the person being stabbed looked like a kid. You yourself weren't to old either. Okay, what the absolute fuck. What am I going to do? As you thought of ways to fix this, or brush it off, the gasp you made attracted someone who thought you didn't see anything. That someone, being the killer themselves.
Oh man, you made a mistake by being here. I would've continued on my way, but that pretty little gasp that came from your mouth summoned me. I just happened to be going the same way as you, too. My luck today! The killer followed behind you at a safe distance. He kept his eyes on you, the way you moved, your breathing patterns, the smell coming off you, it was all intoxicating to him. It made him absolutely berserk when he saw you were wearing a Freddy Fazbear work uniform. He would see you at work, and that would be even easier to get you cornered, he clutched his shirt just thinking about what he would do to you. Once he found out where you lived, that could either be the end or the beginning for you. He doesn't know though, that you're smarter than him. It might just be him that got a taste of his own medicine, or he would keep you until he would eventually decide to kill you.
Looking back, just as you did a few times, there was a figure following you now. They were far behind, but you felt unnerved. The street lamps lit the figure up, and the quick glance you gave him, you took it in. It was a male, with a purple uniform, one that looked like your own work clothing, aside from the purple. His eyes, a ghostly white. Great, this dude works with me. I knew something was up with those animatronics, their foul smell. Plus how crazy they act during the night. I'm sure that they want revenge on someone.. I don't trust the purple guy behind me. Something's wrong and I need to do something.
Instead of going to your house, you decided to go to your friends house. You formed a plan, the purple guy's reign of terror was going to end. Fishing your hand into your pants pocket to grab your phone, you didn't feel your wallet pop out of your pocket. You seemed not to realize this, and kept going. Your friends house was in view, you wanted to get in as soon as you could. You knew your friends mom was there, and she could handle tough situations. You knew they were up, they always get up super early to eat.
How delightful, our precious prey dropped their wallet. What a gracious turn of fate. All that information, to me. The glance that was thrown my way, fuck do I need to get my hands on them. Maybe God does exist. The purple guy shook his head, eyes half lidded. If God existed, I wouldn't be here right now. He almost let out a chuckle, but he knew he needed to be quiet, so he stayed that way. As he watched you enter a house up ahead, he was left with the wallet. Picking it up, looking through it, and took some money just for the fun of it. He was going to give it back, this really gave him an advantage to invite himself in. The top half of the house was lit, the bottom had curtains covering every window. We can fuck upstairs with the light on, curtains open. I want everyone to see my new toy.
You were in the house with your friend, sitting at their dinner table ready to eat with them. Anytime you came over you were always fed, or you brought food yourself. Lost in thoughts, a knock sounds on the outside of the door. Your friends mom speaks up, "I'll get it. The food guy came a little early I suppose?" You smiled at her, shaking your head. You guessed the purple guy was closer than you thought. The door opened, and a conversation ensued. "Yes? Who are you?" The mom spoke, tilting her head. "Someone dropped their wallet back there on the sidewalk. I think it was that one over there," the purple guy pointed towards you, and you put on a shocked face. "I wanted to return it." He handed it to the mom, who tossed it to you. She then looked at him, with an impatient look on her face. "Will that be all?"
He put on a pleading face, with big dog eyes. "Is there any way I could come in? I wandered further off than I was planning, I'm lost. This looks like a nice place, could I perchance wait in here while I call a friend to come pick me up?" The mom placed both hands on her hips, and smiled. "Of course! It won't take you long will it?" He grinned extremely wide, and shook his head. "Not long at all ma'am!" She let him in, and she motioned him to take a seat at the table, and he sat right across from you. There was a short silence, then the mom spoke. "The food just got here g-" followed by a hard slice through a skull.
You all sat around the table, eating the breakfast you brought. "Wow, he tastes really good! Nice job." The purple guy's limbs scattered the table, his head faced towards you, the mom's kitchen knife still in his head. A devious grin came upon your face. "It was my plan all along."