Rose's P.O.V
I grabbed my bag from the hallway and ran off down the road, closing the door carefully behind me to make sure I didn't wake anyone. Taking a few sharp turns I emeventually/em walked through the tall glass doors of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria at exactly midnight. Setting my bag on the table I went to prize corner to find Marionette pushing up the lid of her box. Suddenly a bright red light illuminated the room. I spun around and saw the camera was focused on me. "Crap," I cursed under my breath. As the red light faded I left the night's plan for Marionette to look over and left. Suddenly I was pulled into the Parts and Service room by a cold metal hand. I let out a terrified yelp as I was pulled into the room that I was killed in. I turned around to see Toy Freddy staring me in the face. "Chill," he said in a hushed whisper, "I only need my group's plans!" Suddenly a loud screech filled the air and me and Toy Freddy both knew what was happening "He's gone. It's only 2:50 as well." I handed over the plans and turned to leave when he yelled back to me "When can I use them?" "Tomorrow. Also use an old plan for tonight. Or an old tactic. Either one. Tell the others the same , OK?" "OK Crimson!" he teased. That nickname killed me. They called me that because of my hair. It was a long flow of red. "Don't call me that!" I yelled as I collected my bag and left the pizzeria. As I walked home I remembered the murders as flowers surrounding me. The blood, the knife, everything. Well everything but one thing. I couldn't remember who the killer was. Finally I reached home to see my Mum and my sister, Lilly at the front door. Lilly was crying while my mum was scowling. "What? I went for a walk!" I yelled. "Yeah we figured that one out!" My mum retorted. I was so distracted arguing with my mum that I didn't see Lilly coming over and grabbing my leg, clinging to me like a koala bear does to a tree. I tried to get her off. "Hey!" she yelped as she fell to the floor and once again she began to bawl her eyes out like a sad baby. "Oh for Gods sake stop crying what are you, two!" This remark just made her cry even more. I sighed. "Why don't you get inside and in a little while we can have a chat." My mum said very coldly, "Hurry!" "Mummy, will Rose get into trouble?" I heard Lilly ask in her sweet, innocent voice. I heard my mum reply "Sorry sweetie, but I'm afraid she will get into boxes of trouble. What are you asking for anyway Lil?" She shrugged her shoulders "No reason in particular Mama. I was just hoping that you wouldn't shout at her." When I stepped into the house instead of getting the normal warm sensation that I usually get running down my body I get a cold, uninviting chill crawling harshly down my spine. Hell it even gave me the creeps! I ran upstairs to my bedroom and knocked over a photo. I picked it up. I looked at it and realised that it was a family photo. A really old one. Lilly was only one month and I was about nine. I was in a red dress, the same as my mum. Lilly was in a pink dress and was being held by my dad. he was dressed in all purple and black. I looked down at my arm. Engraved in it by the killer from all those years ago were the two words 'Purple Guy'. That's when I realised.
It was him.
Purple Guy was my father. My father the killer.
A/N. Hi! Hope you liked this chapter! Might see you next time. Bye!