The Color Purple

"You won't find me. But I have left clues on purpose, just for your little goose chase."

note one by Unknown

Cameras. That was what his job was all about. Just cameras.

A man stared at the monitor's screen, winding the music box for the Marionette. That man was Jeremy Fitzgerald, a twenty two year old, just looking for a simple job.

But no, he had to deal with murderous animatronics. Just his luck. But then five children had to go missing. Jeremy was curious why, but he realized he made a huge mistake.

Now this murder thought he was hunting him down, leaving clues behind for Jeremy's goose chase. One of the important clues was the color purple, just like the staff's uniform color. Purple.

Jeremy dubbed this man as the Purple Guy. Jeremy asked Phone Guy if he knew any suspicious employeees. Sadly, Phone Guy had shook his head.

When it hit six in the morning, it was straight to work. Hunting down the one and only, Purple Guy. Jeremy found that one of his victims were possessing a certain puppet.

He also found some blood on the Golden Freddy suit, giving it to the police, turned out it was blood of Freddy Jackson, a nine year old.

Ironically, Freddy was stuffed in well… Freddy. Jeremy then jumped to a conclusion. The animatronics were possessed. Which was why they were hunting Jeremy down.

Anger blinded them. The bells echoed throughout the pizzeria. Jeremy stood up, smiling. "Oh, Purple Guy, you're going to wish you never left me clues!" Jeremy exclaimed.


Cloud Plaza

Jeremy entered his home. His parents were asleep. He quietly entered his room and closed the door. The night-guard yawned before throwing his backpack on the bed.

Jeremy sat on his chair, and powered on his laptop. He typed in his password and got on Google Chrome, the browser he had been using to find the clues, victims and such of Purple Guy.

He typed in the words, Freddy Fazbear Missing Children. A ton of search results came up. But Jeremy clicked on images. There, he saw pictures of the victims before they were murdered.

One caught his eye. "Thomas Dickinson, always liked puppets..." Jeremy read aloud. Jeremy remembered that the first victim possessed the puppet, or better known as the Marionette.

So this could mean, that Thomas Dickinson is the Marionette. He lightly tapped his index finger on his lip, thinking why the Purple Guy would murder Thomas. Thomas looked to be no older than the age of five.

All of Purple Guy's victims were under ten, they were easy to convince. But a nine year old is hard. Jeremy typed in Freddy Jackson missing. Images of Freddy on a child missing poster were in the images section.

But Jeremy noticed one thing out of all the images, the name of the guy who called Freddy being missing was blurred out. "Why would it be blurred out?" Jeremy asked. He then searched up Freddy Jackson.

In the images section, Freddy Jackson was seen with his father. What Jeremy found interesting was that the victims of Purple Guy were there as well. Meaning, that he did know them. They weren't random! The victims were perfectly selected.

But, the victims were lined in order. Thomas was first and four other children. Freddy Jackson was last. Jeremy took a closer look at the order.

They were similar to the order of the murders. Jeremy then heard his phone ring. He answered it, only to hear a deep gruff voice.

"You're coming close, my puppet. But not everything is what it seems..." The man then hung up. Of course, this was the Purple Guy. Jeremy took his last sentence as information.

"Not everything is what it seems..." He repeated. Jeremy then searched up Freddy Fazbear's Missing Children. In the images, dead children were there. Just dead children. Weirdly enough, there was even security footage.

Jeremy clicked on it, seeing a bunny suit lure four children into the backroom. That was where the SpringBonnie and SpringFreddy suits were, with Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, and Foxy.

Jeremy decided to call Phone Guy. If there was anyone who knew a lot about the Springlock suits, it would be him. Phone Guy answered. "Hello?"

"Look, I found something interesting. Purple Guy knew the children he murderer, but I've only been to find two of their names. One is Thomas Dickinson who is currently possessing the puppet, and Freddy Jackson who is possessing Freddy Fazbear. Now, I found security footage right before the murders… and a bunny lured four children into the backstage."

"Well, it couldn't have been Toy Bonnie nor Old Bonnie. The only other bunny suit we have is… oh my god. He used SpringBonnie. There can be some clues in there."

"That is what I'm thinking. I'll check on my next shift."

"Alright, goodbye."

Jeremy hung up. If Purple Guy knew the children, why would he murder them? It made no sense. Jeremy shut off his laptop and went to sleep. He closed his eyes.


Freddy Fazbear's Pizza

12 AM

MUSIC: Tally Hall – Turn The Lights Off

Jeremy locked the door behind him. He immediately ran to the backroom, carrying his flashlight. He could hear the sound of mechanical parts moving. "Shit." Jeremy muttered. He opened the backroom, seeing the old gang stand up, stare at Jeremy.

"The monster!" Bonnie exclaimed. Jeremy backed away in fear. Just like he said, anger blinded them. The old gang chased after the night-guard. Jeremy entered his office, seeing Toy Freddy.

The brown bear then chased after Jeremy as well. The night-guard ran into Prize Corner, boarding the door. Jeremy panted heavily. He didn't see the box open behind him. "You… killed us…"

Jeremy turned around, seeing the levitating puppet. "Thomas! No, you have to believe me! Thomas!" The puppet didn't listen. He screeched and tackled Jeremy, knocking him unconscious.

Jeremy slowly opened his eyes, seeing the toy and old animatronics carry him to the backstage. "Get off!" The night-guard struggled to break free from the animatronics' grasp, but they were too strong.

"Hopefully, Phone Guy can forgive me." Jeremy managed to free his left hand, he grabbed the stun baton from his pocket and jabbed Toy Bonnie with it. The toy bunny fell to the ground, Jeremy then stunned Foxy, who also fell to the ground.

The night-guard stunned the remaining animatronics. "You'll reactivate." Jeremy went into the backstage, looking for the suit. He pulled out his electronic torch, finding that he was in front of the suit.

Jeremy opened the SpringBonnie suit and saw a purple cloth with a note stuck to it. The night-guard grabbed it, reading it aloud. "Behind you..." Jeremy was then hit by a wooden plank, falling unconscious. All he could hear was a deep chuckle.

?

Jeremy opened his eyes, only to realize his hands and legs were tied to a chair. "You know, I thought I wouldn't have to worry about you… but when you found that suit, I had to do something. Now, who is helping you? Is it Phone Guy?" The purple man asked.

The man stayed in the shadows, but Jeremy could see his silhouette. "Well, have fun staying here. Now, I'll be on my way to hunt that Phone Guy down."


The Crimson Plaza

A nickname, that's what his employees called it. But he found it more of a rank instead. They always called him Phone Guy or The Unknown. Why? They never saw his face, well, one did.

And it was that purple bastard. The day when he hired Purple Guy, he regretted it. Of course, he didn't know. He said he was trustworthy and convincing with children, plus, business was low that day.

Hopefully, Jeremy was safe. That purple man could have messed up the toy animatronic's facial scanners. They just stare at the adults now, with hatred.

Phone Guy sighed, rubbing his forehead. It had been only a day since Jeremy had got on this goose chase, now he was involved. It was boring, yes, but at the same time Phone Guy found it interesting.

There was a knock to his door, but it was in a pattern. Four knocks, he remembered a pattern. From the Purple Guy, when he hired him.

But, why would he be here? It was twelve thirty. No one would be here. Still, Phone Guy was curious. The phone man grabbed the pocket knife, just to be prepared.

Phone Guy opened the door, seeing the purple man. "Hey." Purple Guy greeted, the purple man then went for a quick jab. The phone man dodged it, but the knife tattered his shirt.

Phone Guy landed a few blows to Purple Guy's stomach. He grabbed the murderer's shirt collar and threw him at the coffee table, collapsing his lamp and breaking the glass coffee table.

Purple Guy growled and tackled Phone Guy, the two fell to the ground. Purple Guy landed a fury of blows to the phone man, but he still stayed conscious.

Phone Guy grabbed a shard of glass and pierced Purple Guy's shoulder, the red fluid slowly dripped on the floor. Phone Guy took the shard out and attempted to slice the Purple Guy's neck, but the murderer grabbed it. It was a battle between strength. Phone Guy kicked Purple Guy off and threw the shard of glass, hitting Purple Guy's stomach.

"Sorry, but I brought a gun." The purple man pulled out his .22 caliber, equipped with a suppressor.

Four shots rang out, one hitting Phone Guy in the chest. The phone man exited his apartment and ran towards his sedan. He could see the purple man in his side-view mirror.

"You can run, but you'll just end up in the same place as Jeremy Fitzgerald!"

Phone Guy gritted his teeth hearing those words. Purple Guy must have captured Jeremy. The phone man stopped at the corner store for a quick snack.

Phone Guy entered the corner store, civilians stared at him due to the blood. It looked like he murdered someone. Phone Guy grabbed two snicker bars, paid for them and ran off. Only a matter of time before someone reported him to the police.

The phone man decided to call Jeremy. He had this app that showed the location of any missed call, which was very useful in this type of situation. Phone Guy called the captured night-guard. Of course, he didn't pick up.

But he did see the location. Butterfly Street, 77078. Phone Guy smiled. It was time to save Jeremy.


Fredbear's Family Diner | 1981

A purple car passed by the famous Fredbear's Family Diner. Inside that purple sedan, was the infamous Purple Guy. The diner wasn't important to him. But one thing caught his eye. A child, a lonely child. Purple Guy smiled.

What a perfect opportunity. It was his turn, to take after his father. The purple sedan did a quick U-turn and parked near the family diner. The soon to be murderer exited his sedan, grinning madly.

Purple Guy approached the crying child, who stared at the glassed double-door, seeing SpringFreddy and SpringBonnie. "Are you lost?" The purple man asked in his best soothing voice.

"Yes, I wanted to see Freddy and Bonnie, but my mom didn't let me. I still went and now I lost her." The child replied, his voice cracking. Purple Guy smiled, he rubbed the child's chin.

"Don't worry, I know where your mother is. Follow me." The child grabbed the Purple Guy's hand, who led him to his car. The child entered the sedan along with the soon to be murderer, who pulled out his switch blade.

"Mist-" The child's sentence was cut short by a blade slowly cutting through his chest. The murderer opened the child's chest seeing the rib cage and his organs. Purple Guy grinned madly as he grabbed the organs and placed them in plastic bags.

He then broke each rib cage, one by one. The child sobbed. Purple Guy smiled, blood covered his face. The murderer was enjoying every single moment of this. The murderer then slowly pierced the switch blade into the child's throat, blood spewing out of the wound.

The murderer waited until twelve in the morning. He dragged the child's body and placed the corpse into the box with that puppet. "Best night ever." He murmured before exiting the family diner.

Now it was to return to his son, for the next huge plan. His father always wanted this. Hopefully, he was proud now.


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