Disclaimer: Five Nights at Freddy's (2) / FNaF (2) does not belong to me in any way. All characters and names used in this FanFiction belong to Scott Cawthon. The image I used as my cover photo does not belong to me either - [I wish I knew who made it; but just know it isn't mine!]

However; the one OC in this FanFiction, does in fact belong to me. I will be presenting my theory of Purple Guy in this FanFiction as well, and I hope to do some sort of justice with the way I present it.

Prologue: Vincent

" Don't you regret doing it? " The young woman muttered in a strained tone. She wasn't alone, accompanied by the reclusive company of a co-worker named Vincent.

Emma White held the collars of her trench coat close together, just hoping quietly, that this gesture would mask her distress. Yet, without even needing to look at her, Vincent could clearly see how she wore the stress under her eyes. How it appeared that she didn't try hard enough to wash the tear-stains from her cheeks, now serving as permanent bruises, running along her face. Even her delicate hands that trembled, were dyed a shade darker. It was obvious she didn't spend enough time in the lavatories. Whatever she's been handling, discolored her skin - at least temporarily.

Vincent could tell she was uncomfortable, being here with him, and this brought him joy; enveloping his cold interior with a warm embrace. It was the closest to feeling he could ever get.

" Don't you feel any... Kind of remorse at all? " It was like the cold wind shot straight through her bones because it became increasingly difficult for the woman to stand her ground. " Don't you feel any kind of guilt at all?! " But she wanted an answer so badly.

Vincent was older than her by a definite lot, but he was beautiful and well-groomed. If someone were to really sweat the details and worry about the wrinkles sowed on his furrowed brow, some might not even tell the difference between the two employees.

Vincent, schooled in every grace, brought his cigarette to his lips, before taking a puff and leaned against the establishment behind them. The alleyway could've been as desolate as the chemistry between these two, but the faint buzz of happily screaming children and loud music, instead, filled the air. Those children and adults alike didn't even know what hit them. They were unaware of the horrors Emma had faced that very evening. They were unaware of her silent cooperation - her promise of secrecy.

It was the beginning to a chain, of unfortunate events. Emma could feel it in her gut, and the way her heart pounded roughly in her chest, was making it just as hard to breathe as the clouds of smoke filled her nostrils. The static, drowning her brain, forcing her to believe this was all a nightmare, was all she could understand at this current moment. It was a nightmare centered around Vincent.

Vincent.

Vincent.

Vincent.

" The only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again, would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh. "

He shifted his weight, from one leg to another, and sighed a heavy sigh of relief - as if he was finally tranquil. " No, " he replied in a meek grin, sparing her no glance.

She couldn't have been left in more woe.

With a trembling, dirtied palm to cover her mouth, she began to sob with dry tears again. " But why... ? "

The man merely shrugged his shoulders and giggled innocently.

Vincent; he was the man void of any human emotion, and this wasn't the first time he's killed a child without blinking.

A/N's: AM I LATE TO THE PARTY?

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