"And this is why you were talking like that right? Wanting to repent for your mistakes?" He nodded. I sighed heavily and snatched the knife out of his hand throwing it to the wall. "Then instead of taking it out on me why not do what normal people do? Turn yourself in."
He glared at me and I smirked. "I'm not an idiot Alice." "You sure look like one." I muttered. The way he sat up told me he heard me. "Why would you kill me anyways? What would that do for you?" "It makes me feel good." I lied down again. "You're insane." "Insane? I don't know what you're talking about." I rolled my eyes. "Look we can talk about this when I wake up, I'm tired and I don't want to die in my sleep, not like this. Just go to sleep and when I'm actually well rested then we'll really talk about this." He went silent so I took that chance to fall asleep.
"Alice…" I turned my head at hearing my name but I didn't open my eyes. "It's me…" "Alice." I turned my whole body this time. "It's me…Alice…It's-" Smack. "Owww what the hell?" I opened my eyes and looked at Vincent turned away from me holding his face. I stared blankly at him. "What the hell was that for?!" I slowly sat up stretching my arms far above my head. "You were being creepy. I hate that." He frowned crossing his arms like a child.
I noticed the knife was still ebbed into the wall as I left it. That was a good sign. An awkward silence sat in the air between us. The next thing I knew I was on my feet but felt wind on my legs. I looked down. I was pants less. I knew not to look at him. He wouldn't do that after what was talked about that morning. I sometimes managed to take off my pants when I fell asleep and it usually happened when I wasn't in my own bed. I sighed and covered myself with the blanket. Looks like I can't leave right now.
"Alright let's get this over with." He looked up at me. "So you were the one who caused those five children to go missing? That's impossible. My friends were the five children that were killed and went missing. You can't tell me it was you." He smirked which turned into a sick laughter. "I thought you would've figured it out by now. We're not exactly in the same time period as before. I guess you can say you've traveled in a circle. A cycle that will continue forever." I didn't understand him at all. "What?" He shook his head. "Never mind. You'll figure it out." I looked away from him trying to think of something that brought up a point about time periods…but no thoughts came.
"So if you are the one who killed some children it wasn't them. It was another set of children. This means you're the reason they roam like they do…the animatronics I mean. They're all after you and all other security guards." He nodded smirking with pride. "But I don't understand. What was the point of killing them?" "I don't need a reason." I held my head trying to think of possibilities but received nothing. "Vincent, what are you trying to prove? What is your goal? What are you after? And why were you trying to kill me?" He sat beside me and whispered into my ear.
"I have no goals, I have nothing to prove. Why I tried…I wanted to test you." I pushed him away hard. "Don't touch me." He laughed. "Why did you ask me to listen to everything you say anyway? What do you want me to do?" I asked trying to get something out of him.
"I need a pawn. You're my pawn." I raised an eyebrow. "I think I've figured you out Vincent." "Oh?" "I think when I was a child I saw a Purple Guy who looks just like you. Not even just…exactly like you but the question is, why does that guy not look any older then when I saw him then?" "I-" Before he could answer I continued. "He was the first Security guard at Freddy's there even when I was a toddler. You're that same guy I'm sure." I stand up with the blanket covering my legs.
"You're psychotic, you're suffering from some sort of trauma aren't you? And in a way you're dead however in another you're still alive right?" He nodded. "My guess is you're going to use me to do your bidding right?" He nodded again. "You're pretty bright for someone who just woke up." I shrugged. "Just trying to understand what I've gotten into."
"Have I gotten my shots this year?" I asked myself out loud. In an instant I was on the floor and he was against the wall. "No! No, I don't like needles! I hate them!" I sat up rubbing my head. "You're a fucking killer who kills with a knife and you're afraid of needles? What the hell." I stood putting a hand on my head. "Why me?" After he straightened up I slipped on my pants. "Now that you know, you'll be coming to the parts and services with me during the day shift. There are some things you must know before you're my perfect chess piece." I rolled my eyes. "I'm going home goodbye." I began walking out of his room and headed towards the door.
As I placed a hand on the door knob I felt his arms wrap around me gently. His head rested on my shoulder. "Don't go." My mind went completely blank. He sounded like a normal person again. A lonely person. I didn't know what to say but my hand left the door knob. "It hurts." I turned around and instinctively hugged him. He had a personality disorder. His trauma must've been great. "This isn't the way to repent. But going to die by the officials won't do you any good either."
I know Foxy would hate what I was planning but this poor, corrupted soul needed to be released. "I'll take care of everything." "What do you mean?" He asked calmly. "I'll kill anyone you need dead in your plan. You don't have to kill anymore." He slowly pulled away.
"Why would you do that for me?" I smiled. "You need someone to take care of you and I might be the only one who knows how." "From now on I'll kill the children…." He hugged me again. My facial expression became one of sadness remembering what the Toy animatronics had said. This meant we'd become full enemies. I want the children to see all the fun…before it's over…before I kill them.