Ok so I just realized when I posted Chapter 2: Google Docs is what I use to write this. But 7 pages on G.D. was how long the first chapter was. The last chapter, Chapter 2, was about 13 pages long and it seemed like a decent length. What would you like?

Also whenever I write a nightmare for Violet, I like to listen to TryHardNinja's "Dream Your Dream", on .

So maybe Violet had lied to herself about going on only one date. Turns out Vincent wasn't actually as bad a guy as she'd thought and they'd gone on a few dates over the course of a few weeks. His humor made her feel very light and she often forgot about common day problems. They didn't end the dates there though. It often continued during their shifts as well. After Violet's outburst at Freddy, the robots seemed to keep their distance from both people. This left them with a whole six hours to continue talking about their likes, dislikes, and general lives. Until..

He learned she was ticklish.

Violet tended not to get super tired during the shifts but on this particular night, after having to do some house repairs and watch over her friend's kids, she wanted nothing more than to sleep. She really should consider switching to a daytime job instead, but Vincent was determined to stay on the night shift and them being on different times would make dating difficult. Vincent looked up at Violet who was currently laying soundly on the beat up sofa. Since the summer months had finally rolled around, she'd decided to come to work wearing jean shorts and a giant hoodie to block out the cold touch of the building. Honestly, she looked rather adorable with her short, wavy hair, messily falling over her cheek and down her neck. Her eyes were closed and he could tell that unless he did something, his newfound girlfriend would most definitely fall asleep. Her ragged breathing and occasional movements told him he had little time until that happened. Then, an idea popped into Vincent's head and a devilish grin grew on him. Standing up quietly from the desktop chair, Vincent crouched low and snuck over. She's gonna hate me for this.

"AHHH!" Violet yelped, jolting awake and nearly falling on top of Vincent as he gripped her ribs and tickled her mercilessly. "V-Vincent! S-stop! Oh my gosh Noooo!" Vincent laughed hysterically as Violet did actually fall on top of him, creating the letter T out of their bodies. Groaning, Violet tried to roll off of the jerk but he held her back as she struggled. "Whyyyyy? I was sleeping you bastard!" This statement only made her boyfriend laugh harder.

"You were laying there asking for it Vi! You can't blame me I only did what I saw fit! You can't blame your boyfriend for trying to wake you up I'm just being a nice guy." Another smirk.

"'Being nice.' Yes waking me up through tickling me-" Violet squirmed slowly out of his grasp. "-is oh so very-" She kicked his hand away and flopped down on her back. "-nice, Vincent. Great definition of kindness. Is this how you win all the ladies?" Violet leaned up on her elbows and grinned playfully at him only to see him look away, his smile disappearing rather quickly. She adjusted so she was leaning back against her hands, then thought better of it and instead crawled over to him and hugged him somewhat from behind. "Vincent?"

Vincent didn't respond for a few moments, something holding him back from speaking. A deep sigh escaped his lips and he took his hat off, letting his arms hang off his knees which he kept close to his chest. "I uh, I've actually never really…" His words trailed off. "I've never really been good with girls. I guess...I don't really know, my flirting style was off?" Vincent chuckled a bit but didn't look up as his frown turned to a sad, distant, almost not caring small smile. "I really don't know what it was...but I did something really, really bad when I was younger. When I was a teenager. I've never really stopped regretting what I've done and I'm not even sure why I did it but…" Violet shook her head and shoved his knees down so she could sit next to them, facing him. Vincent shivered a little at her touch when she laid a hand on his shoulder and Vincent squeezed his eyes shut. With a voice crack, he continued. "I mean, you know maybe it's because of my life being kinda crummy and I saw nothing else to do? I-I don't really know…" Violet was starting to get scared. Sure the two had talked about almost everything but nothing really of their childhood. Both had had it bad and the topic never really came up. This was the first time Violet was seeing him broken like this. Whether or not I like it, maybe talking about Tim will help… Violet's heart dropped and gained another crack at the thought. Tim..

"V-Vincent," Her voice cracked, just like Vincent's had started to. None of this was about to be easy. "I...I get what you mean. I do." Violet took a deep breath. Breaking down a wall she'd built up for ten years was going to feel like hell breaking loose inside her chest and consuming her soul. "When I was seven, so ten years ago, I was here as a little girl. I only told you some of this vaguely but...it's worse than anyone could imagine." Nothing could've ever prepared me for this, Violet cried inside. "G-I mean...Tim. Tim was this sweet kind little boy I met when I was seven. I was here for a birthday party and I found him hiding under this table. He didn't really want to leave and he was hiding from his dad. Who knew someone could love this place so much, right?" She chuckled a little, trying to ignore the nagging about the detail where Tim's dad was abusive. "Anyway, we became the best of friends over a week or two. One day we went back. Our moms, Rachel and Jamie, had become really good friends and are still good friends to this day. I remember arguing in the car with him about who was the best robot." Tears were spilling over her eyes slowly, the words growing thicker and thicker as though their goal was to choke her to an emotional death. "H-he'd loved Bonnie while I sided with good 'ol Foxy. A-and this employee, he..." Vincent had turned around, picked her up, and carried her to the sofa where she now sat in his lap, her back to his chest. Her shaking got worse as she remembered that day. "He gave us pizza. Everything was good u-until T-Tim...he went to g-get some w-water...I-I heard a scream. God such a blood curdling scream," Violet shut her eyes and held her hands to her ears, the sound ringing all around her. Vincent was calling her name and shaking her slightly but she couldn't hear him, couldn't see him. She could only speak and be afraid. "I-I ran to him a-a-and I s-saw the game guy. He stood over Tim-he'd been cut with a knife. H-he charged at me a-and all I-I could do…" Tears were streaming down her face as Tim's bloody body came to life behind her eyelids. He held out a limp hand, mouthing, Why didn't you save me, Ms. Violet? Why did you let me die? Violet screamed and jumped up, running away from the couch. Tim, the older version, stood up from the couch and rushed at her, bloody knife gleaming in the dim light.

"VIOLET! VIOLET PLEASE! C-calm down, i-it's alright. You're safe, I promise you're safe!" Vincent shook her, standing where Tim had been and Violet looked around, her cheeks stained and her body feeling weak as ever. "Honey you're safe, breathe. Just...breathe." As he hugged her tightly, stroking her hair and her back, Violet cried softly and dug her face into his neck. When she looked up again, Tim was sitting on the sofa, a teenager, crying softly himself. He looked up with sad blue eyes. Why didn't you save me, Violet? I just wanted a better life…

"It's my fault he died, Vince," Violet whispered, staring at Tim. "That's why I have to work here. If I ever die, it needs to be here. I should've died that day, not Tim."

Tim deserved to live. Why should worthless me even exist if I couldn't do a simple thing like save my best friend's life?

Needless to say, Violet didn't get much sleep when she went home after the shift. For hours and hours, she twisted and turned in her bed, crying out to Tim and always waking up in a cold sweat. Every nightmare was the same: Tim would die and he would punish her. He would tell her it was her fault and she believed him. Every time, her best friend would punish her for her failure to take action and every time she woke up, every hour of sleep she lost, she knew she deserved. Finally getting up out of bed at around 2:30 in the afternoon, she trudged down the stairs. By trudging she actually tripped most of the way. Nightmares always sapped her energy both mentally and physically and so while Violet was dying of hunger, the thought of her eating a grape made her want to run to the bathroom. Instead, Violet took out a cup and made herself some black tea with a packet of sugar. Sweets had also made her sick just as pizza had now.

A knock on the door threw goosebumps all over her skin and Misty appeared as the doorway opened. "Hey, Violet. I'm sorry to barge in like this but I wanted to ask you something." Somehow, Violet wasn't all concerned with the fact that her coworker came in unannounced and without permission. Leaning against the counter, she took a sip of her tea.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Well," Misty chose her words as though she were walking on glass. "Vincent told me about your...moment, I guess. N-not that it was bad he didn't tell me what it was about!" Violet stood stiff at this but didn't respond. "I was thinking though that maybe, since it's summer and I have time, I could work a shift with you. He told me that you managed to scare the animatronics and they've always seemed to like me. Maybe you can get to know them a bit? Er, know more about them, that is." Pondering over this didn't take much thought. It seemed like a good way to take her mind off of everything and this may help her. So, Violet nodded.

"Ok. But if I'm gonna work a shift tonight, I'm gonna need to try and sleep for the next few hours. I probably haven't gotten more than two and when working for life or death, you kind of need to be attentive." Misty chuckled at this ever true statement.

Violet ditched her normal work outfit except for her hat as that part was at least required. Why the hat? Who knew this company was pretty stupid already. She wore pants that were tighter around her thighs but a little looser at her calves, since they were bootcut. A simple black sweatshirt was worn over a Freddy Fazbear's white t-shirt and it was all complimented with black combat boots. Misty, wearing her normal overalls, was holding a flashlight and guiding Violet down the hallway to the main stage. The clock on Violet's phone read 2:34 am.

"I suggest turning that off Violet. They can be sensitive to other light and hate other forms of technology." Misty put Violet's hand down and smiled when she received a nod of acknowledgment. Stepping forward to the stage, Violet noticed all the animatronics were sitting cross-legged.

"Did you tell them we were coming or something?" Violet whispered.

"Yeah, they don't like unwelcome or unexpected company." Misty whispered back. "Trust me though, they won't hurt you with me around."

"The purple haired one has a temper and a sharp tongue." A strange voice spoke gruffly. "I won't mess with her with or without you here, Misty." Violet widened her eyes and shivered as the bear she'd basically yelled at a week or two ago was staring at her with glowing eyes. Freddy, yes the bear robot, was talking.

"I-I don't get it," Violet muttered to Misty. "H-How can they talk, like a real person?"

"They're AI systems, Violet. You know, artificial intelligence? They're computers that can think for themselves. No one else knows about this though because it can be dangerous, but if you befriend these guys," Misty grinned as Freddy took his top hat off and set it on her head. "They can be really good friends." Violet nodded as Bonnie appeared next to her. Her heart beat a little quicker, missing a few beats as well.

"S-so thi-his is the Vi-Vi-Violet you mentioned Mist-ty." Bonnie's voice cut out a lot and was very staticky. His purple eyes were rather welcoming and Violet giggled when she even saw small light purple music notes dance around in said eyes. "She's very pr-pretty. I lo-love the pur-r-rple hair. Say, got any-y interest in mu-mu-music? Particularly gutar-r?"

"Thank you Bonnie! I rather like your red bowtie," Violet complimented the rabbit back and it straightened up at the statement. "And yes, I enjoy playing drums. I tried guitar but," Tim wanted to play it. "It just wasn't for me." Chica eventually joined in the conversation and everything was going rather smoothly. Around 5:27, the robots began to act rather strange. It wasn't that the AI was acting up or anything but they began to say strange things.

"Beware the man who always stands, ten feet away not clothed in grey. Beware the purple man." Bonnie muttered quietly, stutter free. Misty hadn't heard it as she was sitting on Freddy's arm who was lifting her up at the cheering of Chica. But Violet heard it and became rather concerned. Why? She wasn't sure.

"Shoot!" Misty's cry and a crash brought Violet's head whipping around to face her friend. Freddy was laying on his back with a broken arm and some spare wires were splayed from his sockets. An eye was slowly blackening out and an ear had come unscrewed.

"Misty! Are you alright? What happened? Do I-" Misty laughed and waved Violet's worrying questions away. She stood up and brushed herself off, taking a quick look at Freddy. "We're gonna need some spare parts. Do you know where the spare room is?" Violet nodded, then sheepishly shook her head. Misty grinned cheekily. "It's on your way to the office. Take the second right and it's the third door on the left. Grab a Freddy ear, eye, and my tool box. It's blue and has the logo on the side, ok?" With a nod, the newest of the employees set off to find the necessities. Shouldn't be TOO difficult, right?

As it turns out, it wasn't. Opening the door, darkness met her. The room was fairly dusty and had a few extra suits she'd never seen before. A green lizard suit that must've measured at least seven feet standing up, was sitting down, its spiky tail curling around the side of its lighter green stomach and lying motionless. It's silver spikes on its head curled back slightly like a mohawk and what looked to be yellow eyes were lifeless with no light of their own. Sharp teeth were bared from its open mouth and the effects on the whole suit made it look rather scary in the dark. Laying half built on the table was what looked like a jackalope. It bore light purple fur with a pink stomach and a small, untied blue bow that hung down its neck. The one eye that was in was made of blue, purple, and green. Aglow it must've looked stunning but it as well had no life. The whole thing was very fuzzy and its long ears hung limp off the end of the table, the antlers resting on top of it. Taped to the wall were a few sketched designs for other suits and instantly Violet realized: these were all suits that Misty had made in her spare time. And they looked incredible! Gotta focus. C'mon what all did she need? After gathering the items, Violet quietly slipped out the door but it did not close all the way. In the darkness, a yellow eye began to glow softly, turning red and a deep throaty growl was lost in the empty hallways of the graveyard that was the pizzeria.

The night ended well with Freddy being repaired but when Violet went home, Bonnie's words were ringing in her ears for hours.

(I'd say listen to "Dream Your Dream" during this dream section of the story.)

Violet opened her eyes and looked around her. For once, her mind wasn't black and scary. It was the same building but it was glowing with lights everywhere turned on. Her oversized black hoodie, jean shorts and vans were back on her body, matching what she'd yet again worn to bed. Walking around, Violet noticed that behind all the doors were memories of her life, both good and bad. And down one hallway, the nightmares were all there, the hallway extending for what looked like eternity. Her feet moved to a destination that was unknown. When she came upon her familiar guard office though, somehow, Violet felt...peace. Tim was sitting there, still a teenager, but he was not angry. He looked sad, as Violet had always thought he would in her nightmares. Taking a deep breath, Violet walked into the room and sat down next to Tim, hugging herself. A conversation seemed to be hanging in the air but neither people seemed to want to engage in it first. Tim finally spoke.

"You know, it's been fun giving you nightmares. I've enjoyed seeing you punish yourself, like you deserved." Violet stared at him wide eyed. His words were very hard to take in but he continued. "You see Violet, I would love to continue them, and I will for a while, but for tonight you're safe. Because I can feel that soon, I won't haunt you through your nightmares. I will haunt you in person."

"B-but you're-"

"Dead?" Tim stated. He didn't snap at her or spit, didn't reply angrily and try to stab her. He simply spoke the word like it was fact. "I am well aware. Did you really think that your nightmares have been from your own mind all these years Violet? Did you really think I'd just go up to heaven or something once I died?" Violet was struck speechless. Tim was claiming to have given her nightmares. Was he a spirit? Is that what he meant? Nothing was making sense and Tim could see her confusion physically. He let her know through a hearty laugh he gave as he hugged her. Yes, he hugged her, pulling her to his side and laughing more.

"O-oh this is too good Vi. Lemme tell ya, seeing you so confused-it's priceless I'll say. Absolutely priceless. But you'll discover what I mean soon enough." Tim flashed a very Vincent-like grin, except it wasn't flirtatious. It was laced with something more dangerous hidden inside it. Letting her go, Tim stood up and brushed himself off. "Well Ms. Violet, as always this dream has been a pleasure to see you in. I will see you in your nightmares next week."

"N-next week? They're not stopping?" Violet's heart rose to her throat as did tears. Everything was so confusing and while she got a week free of nightmares, they weren't going to stop. She'd even gone to therapy for a few years until she realized even that wasn't going to help. Nothing was going to help her, ever. Tim laughed even harder and leaned over, his hands on his knees and his dark curly hair slightly longer than it had been last time she'd seen him.

"O-oh my gosh ,V-Violet y-you're killing me here! T-this is just too good haha!" Tim whooped and hollered until he'd finally gotten everything in his horrifying system out. Violet was on the verge of tears. She didn't know how much more of this she could take. "W-well, of COURSE they aren't gonna stop! You deserve them after letting me die! You'll have them until you die and probably even after that!" His stare could murder her then and there but he continued to laugh almost psychotically. "Oh jeez, Vi. You're fear never gets old. How have you not just killed yourself already? Why do you have so much hope? I mean this is ridiculous, even for you! Anyway," Tim spoke over Violet as she tried to protest against his jibes. "I'll be back to kill you in your dreams next week. Enjoy your week of no nightmares!" Tim's eyes were black and red and his voice was deathly deep. "It's the only one you'll ever get." His voice returned to normal as he walked out, waving a hand in the air once. "Bye-bye Vi-Vi!" Violet didn't dream for the rest of the night after that.

Saturday would be the last day before Violet's nightmares came back and while she felt more rested than she'd ever been, she was dreading the final sleep that would end her peaceful time. But Saturday had other plans and that final peaceful sleep was never to come.

Around three in the afternoon, Violet received a call from Misty and it was anything but good.

"H...hello?" Violet groggily muttered into her IPhone. A raspy, tear filled breath answered back through slight static.

"V-Violet! Oh God Violet you have to come now, please! S-something...oh my gosh something absolutely God awful has happened just please-Vincent he-I can't-" Misty gasped, shaking the phone and causing everything to come across as a mess. Violet threw her covers off and rushed to get into her uniform again.

"A-alright Misty, j-just calm down! What happened?"

"Just come through the office, please! Climb in the window, it's dangerous to go in the front. Please hurry."

"MISTY. What happened?"

"V-Violet," Misty cried hard. "Five kids were reported missing. They just found four bodies in the suits!" Never in her life had Violet experienced such a stomach drop as only one thing could be brought forth in her mind. Tim.

Violet fell onto the couch and quickly bounced up, twisting her body around everywhere to look for Vincent. "V-Vince? Where are you?" Misty rushed forward and grabbed her hand, dragging her to the room Violet's childhood friend had breathed his last breath.

"I-I don't know what's wrong. H-he won't talk to me a-a-and…" Violet put her hand on Misty's shoulder, a silent but mutual agreement for her to stay back. Violet walked into the room and gasped, her hand over her mouth. Vincent was on the ground, his shirt ripped up with clearly evident claw marks. His back was bleeding and vomit was everywhere, surrounded by small pools of blood. Vincent was crying and shaking and was the worst that Violet had ever seen someone.

"V-Vincent, wha-what are-"

"V-Violet!" Vincent turned around and his eyes were full of fear and tears. His hair fell messily and covered one eye as he backed away to the back of the room. "Y-you have to stay away from me! I-I did something awful." He choked on a breath and fell forward on his hands. "God I did something so so awful." The young girl ran to him but he pushed her back, hard. She fell on her back and cracked her head, stars greeting her vision. On her elbows, she stared in horror at Vincent who stared at her with a sudden fearfully crazy glare in his eye. It was replaced by fear and he stood up.

"P-please! J-just STAY AWAY FROM ME!" Vincent ran out of the room and a split second later, Violt was following him out the back door.

"Vincent please! Where are you going!" Vincent cried out, turning around quickly with a knife in hand. Violet stopped dead in her tracks, her heart beating quicker and quicker. "V-Vince?"

The crazy glare was back, one eye visible, the other covered by hair. He laughed. "I'm sorry Violet. I can't control my actions. It's best you stay away from me, lest you get your pretty self hurt." This wasn't him. Where was the caring guy? He'd comforted her when she'd tried to kill herself once and this wasn't the same guy. It flashed before her eyes.

Violet tripped down the stairs, phone in hand ringing and the other hand gripping her stomach. This wasn't going to continue. She couldn't handle any of this. She'd die before she lived through another nightmare, another hell. The phone picked up.

"Violet? I thought you took the night off. Misty and I are taking care of the shift but why are you-"

"V-Vincent, honey, I'm sorry." Violet wheezed out. The drawer was open again and the familiar knife was in her hand again. Putting the phone on speaker, she didn't know why she was doing this to Vincent. He didn't deserve this. "I'm so sorry for what I'm about to do." She screamed in pain as she dragged the knife across her arm three times, drawing long streams of blood.

"Violet?! What are you doing?! I'm coming over now! Stay with me please, talk to me baby what's wrong?" The blood was crimson and held only small reflections in the dim light of the 2:47 am lights in her house. It dripped on her counter and she cried harder, a loud croak escaping her throat.

"Vincent, I can't do this anymore. I can't live with these nightmares, I'd sooner die!" The line was dead silent before an outbreak.

"Vi, Vi honey I know what you're trying to do. Please, PLEASE, don't do this! I need you in my life don't do this damn it!" Violet couldn't continue with this, and so, she hung up. Taking the knife to her other arm, she cut herself four times and her cries echoed through the empty building that was her cold-hearted home. Wheezes and coughs escaped her and she fell to her knees, knife on the ground but still being gripped. Everything was shaking and she couldn't handle any more of this. It was happening and she was going to give Tim what he'd demanded for almost ten years: her life.

Violet stood up and took her shirt off, revealing only a sports bra. Crying, she lifted the blood stained knife and aimed it at herself. The door burst open as she thrust it towards her chest-until the knife was knocked out of her hand and strong arms grabbed around her waist. "Vincent STOP IT! STOP IT I WANT TO DIE LET ME GO PLEASE! STOP IT LET ME GO!" She kicked and scratched and bit and twisted every way she could. Escaping his grip, she grabbed the knife but he pulled her back, throwing her onto the couch and chucking the knife into the next room. "NO! PLEASE STOP IT! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU'RE DOING STOP!" Violet wailed loudly, tears staining her entire body as the blood was smeared everywhere on the ground, Vincent, and herself. "PLEASE! Stop, it's all I have left, please!..." Violet fell to the ground, weak and lightheaded. "Let me die, you bastard. Let me go, please…" Vincent gripped her tightly. He thrust her back to face him, gripping her shoulders.

"You," he growled angrily. "Do you know what you just tried to do? You tried to KILL YOURSELF! What the HELL were you thinking?! I can't live without you! You can't-I-" Vincent's angry expression fell to despair and his own tears spilled. He hugged her in an immense embrace. "D-don't leave me….please, Violet. You can't…" Violet wailed more until her voice ran hoarse.

Those scars were still all over Violet's arms and she yanked her sleeves up to show him. "Vincent! You stopped me! Don't you remember? You won't hurt me I know-"

"YOU DON'T KNOW!" Vincent growled loudly. He looked thoroughly insane, his smile driven mad and his eyes from a face that wasn't his own. "I can't keep you safe from danger when the danger is me! I have to leave you I'm sorry." He cried harder and walked to hug her, but instead turned and ran, the knife still glinting in the sunlight. It was her knife she'd used that night on her own wrists. Vincent was lost in the trees, the only guy to ever save Violet, gone.

Violet had had her sick times, but this took the cake in everything. Once Violet and Misty had returned to the building, Violet crying and Misty guiding her inside. The kids had gone missing only a few days ago and after a complaint about a bad smell, a day guard had opened them up to find four of the five missing kids, their corpses rotting slowly away in a mess of guts, blood, and mechanical oil. The killer hadn't been found but the cuts were the same as they'd been a decade ago: two on their chests, one on their neck. Violet had vomited her stomach out. A week later, her home was on the market and Violet had already bought an apartment three counties north. She couldn't stay here. Not after more deaths, and not after losing Vincent.

On the day she was leaving, Misty gave her a small upset hug and Violet got in her car, yet again driving away from her problems and fearing what new nightmares would occur now that this had happened.

Her life would never be normal, she realized. Not as long as the Fazbear Company was in it.