Chapter 1 ,

The beginning of memories

Epolouge

Vincent darted through the halls . Finding the front door , he tried to swing it open . "Damn it all !" He thought . The handle was stuck , although he really didn't want make any noise He started banging and smashing against the door...It wouldn't budge .He knew he couldn't smash it with his knife , no , that wouldn't work . He could use an ax , but after an "incident" they didn't keep a god damn ax in here anymore. He cursed under his breath . He was wasting such precious time , he had to think...fast .

He had an idea ! Risky as it was , he was running out options . Giving one last kick at the door , he sprinted to the backroom . Taking a familiar route , unfamiliar to most , he fled down the stairs after He flinged the cold meatal door open . Stumbling all the to the bottom, he nearly tripped over the last step . Vincent grinned to himself , here it was .

The deactivated spring locked animotronic known as Spring bonnie , But as he called...Spring trap . He looked over his shoulder...perfect , those...brats weren't there yet . "Hello , old friend ." He spoke in a low voice . He walked over , his steps echoing the floor. He sighed remembering coming here many times before , But now it was for a completely different reason .

He hastily finished throwing on the suit . Suddenly five small ghostly figures apperared...the five missing children . The children he murdered. They stared at Vincent no longer whispering to him...just standing there...staring at him with thier blank dead eyes . There was a moment...like in dragon Ball z where they just stared at each other . (I'm sorry I had to XD)

Vincent started to chuckle which then grew into hysterical laughter . "Ha , can't hurt me now can you !" He taunted . Suddenly his laughter stopped as he heard a click go off in the suit .

Pain...

He felt so much pain...

Several shape blades tore into his purple skin , from his chest down . Vincent started screaming in agony , choking on the blood welling up in his throat . Hunching over he threw up blood . Taking a few steps , he fell to his knees , spitting out more blood . A puddle grew underneath him of the blood coming out of his wounds . His chest hurt as continued to scream .

He felt himself getting weaker and weaker , and his screams becoming less and less as the puddle grew . Too weak to stand up , he stayed on his knees . Trying desperatly to peel the suit off from him . Screaming once more in agony , as more blood dripped through his mouth , staining his face red .

He suddenly remembered something , through a hole in the suit he gripped his pocket knife with a shaky hand , he started hacking and slashing at the metalic suit , until common sense took over his panic as he finally figured out that a switchblade can't cut through metal . The more and he suffered , the more inevitable death seemed to become .

He refused to give up though...something his father had taught him . He wasn't dead yet . He refused to die . He thought pounding his fist against the ground , wincing as blood seeped through . He would live...or die trying...which was what it looked like it was going to be .

He tried once more to take the suit off , he knew it wasn't gonna work . Wait a second...the phone ! If he could get to the phone then he could call someone for help ! Getting to his shaky legs he tried making his way to the staircase . But when he made it there , the children blocked his way . He got the message...the children didn't want him to leave..they wanted him to suffer and die like them...but in a more slow more painful way .

He chuckled a bit staggering to the wall , and trying to support against it . He slid down the wall , making yet another pool of blood beneath him . Vincent's usual cold pale eyes seemed to be giving off warmth . He didn't know exactly whether he was dillusional or not .He just knew one thing...before he died , he wanted to do one thing...apologize...yes he saw it now , he regretted what he did which was a new feeling to him. " Heh...you must really hate me , don't you ?" He croaked . The children looked...shocked

Vincent was hunched over on the wall . He smiled at them , completly breaking down as tears started to stream down his face, mingling with the crusted blood left on his face . His hand reached out pleadingly. "Please listen...I know I don't deserve your mercy...not after what I did...what I did to you , all of you..." His voice was faint...but strong , starting to shake as he said "I ruined your lives..I-I just..."The tears were really falling now as he put his hand to the side of his face .

"I-I re-regret...I regret it all !" He gasped for air , even though he was sure one of his lungs was probably punctured . He was full-out sobbing now , if someone alive had seen him like this then he might have died right then and there , but nobody was so he continued , Paling as the blood continued to seep throught the suit.

"I'm so sorry ,I'm such a monster ! I-I , I just-" he gasped trying speak his final words , trying to search for his final words but suddenly the youngest child , came up to him , silently silencing him . He was the child inside of golden freddy . Ironic , he thought that the youngest child was inside the oldest animatronic .

He had slightly spiky golden blond hair . His eyes matched Golden Freddy's now that he was dead , having the pitch black darkness surrounding white pupils , however before , he had big Sky blue eyes like his brother . Something that also matched his brother was that they both had small black top hats , and bow ties . He had a yellow sweater with black jeans , except for his Golden colored boots .

Vincent still had tears in his eyes . The small boy sta down next to him , Vincent turned his head , the child looked into his eyes , he half smiled . Hugging him , he whispered causing more tears to flow from the twenty-threeyear old mans eyes ."I forgive you..." Vincent tried to protest ."But I-I..." No , I don't care ! I was right all along , and they didn't believe me !"

"I knew that you weren't as cold hearted as you pretended to be ! Because truly evil because can't cry like you just did , and feel sorry for people like you just did !"He was a loss for words . All he could say was..."Archer..." You remember me !" The other children hesitated before joining in .

First , was a small girl with a short yellow dress and an apron over it , she had yellow boots , yellow gloves , shoulder-length blonde hair , and violet eyes matching the animotronic she had possesed...Chica . "Yeah , I think your pretty great..." "Eva ? Is that really you ?" She sqealed a bit that he remembered her name .

Next came another girl . She had her dark hair held in a ponytail . She had a short sleeved purple top , with a small purple miniskirt, covering he black leggings. She had black sneakers , and burgundy eyes simular to her Animotronic...bonnie . "I can't stay mad at you forever, I suppose ." she giggled . "Hey Rachel ." He smiled ruffling her ghostly hair . Rachel giggled some more .

A boy sighed , turning his head .His arms were crossed . He had short red hair , (Zuko style...from avatar , and no I don't mean that cheap movie with the retarded blue turds .) He had a ripped red t-shirt , ripped black jeans a black waist coat that reached to his knees . Black boots , a black eye-patch over his right eye , a pointed nose , a plastic hook , and golden eyes that matched of course foxy . "I hope ye haven't fergotton me lad ?" Vincent chuckled, "Oh mark , how could I forget you ?" He strided over to them .

Vincent was uncomfortable on many levels a third liqueur stained his face . Sweat . He looked down while the other kids looked at the last one who did not join them . He had dark brown hair , sky blue eyes , a black top hat and bow tie , a brown sweater , black jeans , black boots darker skin than his brother and his friends .

"C'mon Hunter ! Why don't you forgive him already and join us ? " Archer asked his brother . Hunter answered cooly . "How could you expect me to forgive my killer...our killer, he even said it himself...he doesn't deserve our forgiveness ."

Vincent knew he was right . He didn't deserve forgiveness . He gently pushed the children off him and scooted to a corner . He clutched his stomach throwing up more blood...his vision blurred , that was it that was the last bit of blood he had to give before he fainted or worse died . He collapsed, being comforted by an empty darkness .

Was he dead ? Was this hell ?...no , he didn't feel pain but he did feel something...numbness...he felt as though he , or something was holding on to at least a strand of life , if not him then for him . . . Not caring about the very faint voices he could hear , He let his mind wander off...it went back to his memories willing or unwilling that's where he thought back to , as far back as he could remember .

He smiled as in front of him the blackness formed his past , they came back to him...memories...

I hoped you liked it so far ^^ , im sorry if it seemed rushed in some areas , this is the fourth time I've had to write this chapter . I'll be updating regularly so , expect the next one soon . I'll see you all in the next chapter bye-bye !