*TWO CHAPTERS IN ONE NIGHT BABEH! Shout out to my bae Kelsey! Reading this chapter right now I can tell. Hi Kelsey! I told her to read this and I hope she's loving it. Currently she already knows what's going to happen in this chapter because I had to tell her. You guys hating him yet? OH and I promise I'll start calling him Purple Guy once he starts working there because you know he isn't the purple guy quite yet. I asked her though if she wanted me to start yet and she was like YES but personally I wanted to start this chapter really bad anyway. Have you all figured out what they've told Mrs. Fazbear yet? Have you figured out the purple energy yet? Yellow energy? I hope you enoy this chapter and I'm sorry if you do not hate 'Gold' but instead hate me I understand XD*

A large insane smile grew on his face once again. This time it was cocky though. His humanity was lost once again. His act he put on to act sane and comfort her was all a lie. He was telling her now with his face. She of course was also hiding behind a mask much like he was. She was waiting for him to show up again.

She took a large huff of air while he leaned closer. With his still cocky but not as wide smile and glaring eyes, once again souless and black he said "And what was that my dear?" he was feeling to power again. She was fuming. "You sick bastard." she said in a quiet voice. It was shaky but almost calm. He began to laugh uncontrollably. She yelled and smashed a vase over his head. Of course it didn't knock him out, nothing hurts him. He did fall though. She fell to her knees and began throwing punches. To no particular point on him but she was sure hitting him. She cought his face, his chest (knocking the wind out of him for a brief moment), and at one moment she got the part where a man shouldn't be hit. It hurt like hell but he didn't feel the pain for very long. Much like before his head was more pain than he'd ever felt so other pains were minor and short comparing to the month long agonizing pain he experienced with his head. She continued to beat him for what seemed like forever then eventually threw her arms crossed on his side and layed her head down on him crying.

He didn't yell or try to stop her he just let her hit him as much as she pleased. He didn't even twitch or flinch. He knew he deserved it. He wouldn't apologize but he knew when he had something coming to just sit there and take it, interfering would only make it worse in his opinion. He looked all over himself to notices bruises and bumps but he didn't care.

She lay on him sobbing and he put a hand on her head. She didn't move him. She knew that was the closest thing she'd ever get to an apology from him. It was a strange situation. You had just found out the man you trusted had murdered your son for no reason as you knew of then you beat him black and blue then you lie on him crying and he comforts you.

Eventually the tears evolved to dry sobs and uneven breathes. She lifted herself from him and went to go sit on the couch. He sat up to see what she was doing and then he noticed something. She was staring at the wall. Not blinking, hardly breathing. He stood and walked over to her. She did not move. He waved a hand in front of her face, she did not respond. He yelled her name, shook her she didn't move. She just twitched every now and then.

He decided after a while he should do something so he called an ambulance and dissapeared out the door, speeding to his home.

He fell on the floor as soon as he walked in after the door was shut. He was so goddamn tired he passed out on the floor.

He was awoked the next day by the paper hitting his door with a thump. He sat up and opened it. He was suprised to see an article so early about last nights incident.

"Local woman hospitalized after traumatizing event" the headline read. The story went on to say how they recieved a strange 911 call late at night from her house by a man. Something about she was devastated by something that had happened and started hitting him and crying hysterically, broke down in tears and then did not respond after over half an hour. Blah blah blah. Then it said something that cought his eye. "Patient may be admitted to the asylum for treatment." he sat the paper down on the coffee table and with a small chuckle thought 'Welcome to the crazy club Chica.' then went to his room to get prepared to go to his job for his brief information training before the restaraunt opened tomorrow.

*Ok ok I know this wasn't a long one and I am SORRY but I had to end it somewhere. I don't know if the next chapter will be published tonight it will absolutely be longer than this one so it'll take a while. I'll try though*