Summary: After being trapped in the Spring Bonnie suit for so many years, the purple man begins to lose his sanity. Or..what's left of it.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Make it stop.
Thud.
..Please…
Thud.
Stop. It.
My heart is pounding. I know it. I can feel it. It is still alive. And so am I. And I hate it. But it won't stay still, it just keeps beating carelessly, even if it hurts. I just want to die, want to finally leave this world. But no.
Was this supposed to be my punishment?
Was THIS the only option?
I can't feel my body anymore, I can sense that it's dead. The awful stench of decay makes the realization even more painful and unbearable. But if my body is dead…why is my heart still working and beating? Or am I imagining things? Probably. After being here for such a long time the little sanity I still have left is constantly slipping away. By now I can't tell the difference between reality and fiction anymore. I'm trapped in here, forever. Fury and fear wash over my as awful pictures illuminate my fracture mind and the unmistakable stench of blood fills my nose. Killing them for revenge was the one mistake I couldn't fix. I hadn't done a lot of them during my oh so short short lifetime. But you know what they say. Some people make mistakes all the time and never have to fear or face any consequences, and some people make one mistake and pay for it for all eternity.
One.
Single.
Mistake.
They killed my son, ruined my career and left me in a state of dispair. So they deserved it, right? They deserved to suffer the same fate and live through the same misery as my son. I wanted them to feel the consequences of their doings, wanted them to PAY. All I desired was a little justice. But as always, you can't always get what you want. And now I am the bad guy? Those brats deserved it! Believe it or not: Children can be bad too. I'm tired of people always blaming the adults for those…BRATS' doings. They're not innocent and "precious". They can be monsters too. I hate children.
They are long gone, they rest in peace.
And I am still here.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
How is that fair….?