Victor Lee was an old man. He had done many things in his life, most of them he hadn't been to proud about. Murdering children at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was his life work, planning sophisticated attacks on the animatronics, employees, and kids.
When he was a young child, he wanted to be a police officer. Now, it wasn't because of the cool title or money, no. It was because he would get to hold a gun. Looking back at that now, that's probably where he received his desire to kill.
He now could be easily sure why he was thinking all this, and the fact was, he was dying. Quickly. He hadn't quite planned on being impaled by a 50 year old rotting animatronic ''Bonnie'' costume for his death, in-fact, the guilt caught up to him a little while ago. He was surprised it hadn't about 40 years ago, but no matter.
Actually, he had planned on turning himself in very soon from this day. He thought he might as well destroy everything left of Freddy Fazbear's before he was sentenced to death row. That was the ultimate reason that he was here on this very night.
He thought it was quite ironic that he was dying from this suit, because, it wasn't really carma. He hadn't stuffed the kids into the suits, it must have been some other sick person. Somehow, and some way, the children's spirits had escaped and chased him into this suit just a minute ago.
He never believed in ghosts, but these were very real. He remembered each face so clearly, and now he saw them again. He only got into this suit because he thought he needed to hide. The suit, being old, was set up for employees to enter using a ''Spring Lock'' mechanism.
He had used it to get in, as it would contract the crossbeams and wires to the walls of the costume, but this being so old, it snapped as soon as he moved in it, and he had felt a riveting pain as crossbeams entered his body, and he was crushed, bleeding out.
Now, shaking uncontrollably against a wall and having blood poor out from his body, he realized that he had made a lot of mistakes this life. He really did wish he was a good person, but, you can't change the past. And he certainly now couldn't change the present.
As his vision faded, and his shaking body slowly succumbed to the animatronic devices, he recollected his thoughts, to come to one, final conclusion;
I, the Purple Man.
Hi, guys, this was just a quick little one-shot that popped into my head after seeing the Night 5 minigame from FNAF3. I'm not sure on the status of my other stories, but the Grand Reopening just might be discontinued due to lack of inspiration. Anyway, thanks for reading, and bye guys!
-Future