Vincent Pov

I had to get out I needed freedom, I needed to clear the air, I needed to see my kids I had to apologize. I realized what a selfish monster I had become, and I wept. I cried for all the terrible things I had done, I needed to make things right.

I got up and looked in the mirror I saw myself but this time with purple skin dark eyes with a white iris and saw myself in my old guard uniform, no this wasn't happening. I looked around and saw myself holding a knife slowly walking down a dark deserted hallway, "hey kids, you ready to have some fun?" I suggest.

No stop it, this is wrong, this isn't me!

I still goad them to come close.

"No, save yourself before it's too late!" I yell but only in my mind.

I find myself inside the suit, wearing it, the golden Bonnie suit. I hug myself saying that it's going to be OK, but then when I get up I feel the springlocks stabbing my innards and I slowly bleed to death.

"Waah!" I yell, getting up out of bed, "it's just a nightmare," I tell myself, maybe all the killings were just a bad dream too.

I look down and see the orange jumpsuit. Nope still reality.

"Yo Vincent, keep your mouth shut!" an angry felon yells at me.

"Sorry, Afton," I grumble.

"Not good enough, I think you need to learn a lesson," he told me as he picked up a wire off the ground.

"Ah, you never learn do you," I said as I cracked my back, "why they cal me purple."

"Whatever, I'm gonna enjoy ukk," he says as he gets punched in the chest.

"Big mistake, pal," he says as he grits his teeth.

He lunges at me but I sidestep and trip him, landing his face on the hard concrete.

As he's down I get on top of him and grab the wire in his hand dragging him by the neck with it.

"You see, purple is a color, royalty, wisdom, elegance," I say.

He tries grabbing my hand but I kick his knee and he falls flat to the floor, giving him another concussion.

"But it's also about the scars, the bruises that people like you never see, and that's why they call me purple," I tell him.

I let him go as he coughs and wheezes, "I'm sorry, so sorry, mister purple please don't hurt me," he begs.

"No, I'm not going to kill you, I have other ...uses for you," I tell him.

"Yes, mister purple, anything you got it," he tells me.

"I need you for a special assignment, are you ready?" I ask him.

"Yeah, boss, anything, I'm sorry," he told me.

"Don't apologize, I'm gonna need someone like you soon," I smile as I formed a plan.

I would not fail.