I met her years ago, back then I'm sure she went by a different name. What it was I'm not entirely sure, like my own name it's been forgotten with time. But when I held her tiny body in my arms I decided that one I would save the soul within and two that I would name her Naomi.

She would keep that name until her soul reached the age of twenty one. Then she took on a new name entirely but her name for me never changed.

"Dad?" She asked me one night as she brushed her short black hair in a broken mirror. "Who killed me?"

I should have been prepared for the question since I took her in at the age of five but instead I just turned to the next page of my newspaper. "Hmm?" I answered after a moment.

She slowly put her brush down as she let out a sigh as she reached for her red lipstick, "Slendy, who killed me?'

'Damn that nickname,' I thought as I skimmed a paragraph. 'Damn that Jeff and his constant idiocy or was it that Foxy thing that taught her to call me that?'

Another sigh pulled me away from my thoughts, "I'm sorry Naomi but I don't know." I finally answered. Of course I know exactly who it was, why they did it and that she was only the first of many. But I couldn't tell her what I all knew, not then at least. "Though you always said he was a purple man, whatever that meant."

What she said next made me lower my paper, "Because he was purple…his eyes were piercing white and that smile of his was bigger than the Cheshire cat's."

As I looked in her direction it was clear to me that she wasn't just telling me but reliving it in her mind. Her mind was her own personal hell filled with broken memories and shattered dreams. "Is that all you remember?" I asked trying to get a few of her memories to fall back into place. "Where were you?"

"Where?" She repeated as her yellow eyes glazed over, "At a party…it was a birthday party but he was being an asshole." Tears started to flow down her pale face making her two streaks of black already staining her face darker. "He locked me out and I was crying outside of the door but that's when he came."

I sat the paper down as I touched her bare shoulder, "Who was he?"

"The Purple man." She answered as the tears continued to rain down, "The fucking Purple man!"

Then I took hold of both her shoulders and looked deeply into her eyes, "Who is the purple man Naomi?"

In a perfect world she would have told me then and there but then I don't live in a perfect world. "Yo what the fuck?" I heard behind me. It broke her out of her memory just long enough for the moment to be gone.

"What do you want Bunny?" I asked rather annoyed at the strange thing that my Naomi called a friend. He was human once that I'm sure but for reasons I don't quite understand he rather have purple rabbit ears and a small cotton tail.

"It's Bonnie." He answered as he dared to take a step into my room, "And I asked what da fuck are you doing?"

Oh how I wanted to take him by his long ears and rip his damn face off but then he would have just went crying to the others. "I was trying to do something." I answered as Naomi blinked. "But I'm done now so what did you want rabbit?"

His smile told me he was up to no good, "Well I was hoping that Marionette would want to come out and 'play'."

While I stood with my arms crossed and tentacles moved around him like angry snakes he just continued to smile, "N-"

"Where are we going this time?"

I looked back at her as she wrapped her jacket around her shoulders though she didn't do anything to cover up the deep red mark around her neck. "Naomi,"

"I'll be fine Dad you worry too much, I mean it's October after all lighten up a little." She gave me a wink as she walked past me, "Don't wait up."

Out of instinct I took her arm, October or not it could be dangerous to go out into the human world, "Wait."

"Dad." She sighed. Naomi wanted to go out and drink away what I had pushed to the surface. To bury it again into the recesses of her mind and to just forget. "Please?"

Something inside of me said I couldn't tell her no so instead I just dangled her iPod in front of her, "Don't forget your music."

Once she had it she leaned up and kissed my cheek, "We'll be back later." And with that she was gone. Little did she know that once she stepped foot out of our home her destiny would catch up with her along with the purple man that haunted her dreams.

So I picked up the newspaper, flipped to page two and started to read, "Well now how did he manage to get parole?"