*Sorry if that last chapter sucked while being short but that's what I was going to do. I had to change the future plot to go along with what I was going to do originally so YAY Mrs. Fazbear will NOT be put in the asylum because that just won't work with future chapters. That doesn't mean she still won't be like... ya know bonkers but she won't be kept in the asylum for that. Sorry if that disapoints you XD oh and have you looked at Scott's website lately? If you are reading this around the time it was published you should go look :3 hehe alrighty I'll get on with the chapter*

Once he was out the door in his car he just felt happy. No particular reason, he was just happy. The drive was peaceful and nice. For once he could think. He was just thinking. Taking advantage of the opportunity he had for a rare moment.

He pulled in to the parking lot of the shiny building and once again slid out of his vehicle. Upon entering the manager was standing with a group of people talking happily about their anticipation of the official grand opening tomorrow. The manager turned around and smiled seeing him there.

He was very confused considering how extremely terrified he was of him just yesterday. "Hey!" he yelled joyfully throwing open his arms walking quickly over to him. He was greeted with a very well gripped hug. The manager was very round and much shorter than him so he couldn't even move his arms due to the fact that they were trapped within his grasp. He let go with a large smile on his face laughing hartily. "Come come! Meet the rest of the crew!" he grabbed his arm and pulled him over to the group of people. All turned to him with mildly interested looks. He noticed they were all wearing different colored outfits than he was. All the same shirt and pants but all different colors. He liked the idea and felt special that he was the only one wearing purple. They all started introducing themselves and what their job was. The different colors were for the purpose of their position or what room they were working in. He wasn't aware of this of course because he was shoved through the door with no instructions otherwise.

Like the 1st party room guard wore Magenta, the 2nd wore Teal, the 3rd wore Indigo, and the 4th wore a bright greenish yellow. The guard who worked kids cove wore a nice baby pink. The other guard was wearing baby blue, his name was like Jeremy or something, he was the night guard. He was the only man in purple.

The last guard put a bit of fear in to him. The name sounded familiar... Greg. He looked directly in to the eyes of the Purple Man once he introduced himself. He did not have a smile on his face. It was straight as a line and he had a hardness in his eyes. They were glaring at each other for a very long time

The manager didn't see the tension and patted each of them on the back. "Ah! I thought you guys would know each other! I mean of course you would." they both stopped their trance and looked to the manager. The night guard turned to the manager and asked "How do they know each other?" mumbles of agreement came from the rest of them. All wondering how they would've met once before this occasion. "Well they were coworkers at the old Fredbear's Family Diner together!" Everone turned to one another in shock as they just glared at each other in hatred. Greg didn't know what he did but he knew he did something. He was the only one there when John disappeared and went to visit Mrs. Fazbear at the hospital this morning and all she would say was his name and her sons.

The Purple Man just flat out hated Greg to begin with. He was 'best buddies' with him for a while but that was only because he absolutely HAD to be in order to keep things were he wanted them.

It took him a minute but then he noticed the color of the outfit he was wearing...

Gold

The purple man faked the best regular smile he could. "So Greg, where's your station?" he said generally looking curious. Greg threw back a fake smile to the Purple Man and it slowly turned in to a bit of a cocky smile "Oh I just guard the parts and service room." the Purple Man looked at him in shock.

There were so many problems with this situation and it ruined his plan. First off, they have a guard for the parts and service room. That would be an issue. He's carefully planned this out. He would take one of the old suits from the back and use it to lure the kids to a room in the back and then... you know. If there's a guard for that room there would be a very slim chance he'd get in to that room and leave with one of the robots without being questioned. Second is the guard is Greg of all people. By the way he's been acting towards him in the past couple of minutes he knows for sure he doesn't trust him. Now he has to rethink EVERYTHING he was going to do.

He was going to have to do some intense planning or just wing it he didn't know. He shook has head in dissapointment and lifted his head from the floor to turn to the manager to listen to what he had to say.

"Alright anyone let's get this show on the road. Let me first just introduce you to the mechanics who helped make all of this happen." he lifted his arm to the two sad looking people in the corner. They were about the Purple Mans age and they looked like people he'd seen before. But you know he probably did, this is a small town. They lifted their heads and gave a slight wave then let their heads fall to the carpet again. The energy surrounding them of course was sad but also guilt. Guilt for what? (Also a hint of purple)

He already knew what was up. This was starting to get old. It's like oh hey there's a murderer working here and like 5 people who have more than enough authority to accuse him of it do nothing. He just rolled his eyes and then looked back at the girl.

You know that feeling you get when someone's staring at you? Well she got that feeling and her head shot up meeting his eyes. They stared at each other for a long time with no expressions.

After a while the group had began shuffling around him and were all following the manager. He broke their contact and began walking with them. As he walked past her he noticed one single tear fall down her cheek. He then turned his head away, he'd talk to her later if he had the chance.

They were walking room to room orientating the guards to their rooms and leaving them behind to get used to their surroundings. On their circle back around they dropped Greg off at the parts and service room and the Purple Man turned to glare at Greg as the walked away.

Finally they were back in the room they had first been in, where the Purple Man would be stationed. The managers face suddenly fell. It wasn't a sad face he just wasn't wearing a plastic expression anymore. They didn't speak. They just stood there staring at nothing.

The manager sighed and looked at the Purple Man. He however did not look back. Why would he? There would be no reason to. Then he just heard a very quiet almost silent,

"Why?"

The Purple Man jumped at the question slightly and turned his head to the manager. "What?" he said. He knew what he said but he didn't want to think he would actually ask that.

"Why did you do it?"

The Purple Man's eyes went wide. He did not know what to say. How do you answer a question such as this.

"I don't know what you're saying I did. I can't really answer that question." he said crossing his arms. The manager was not angry, he was more... sad. He didn't want to know the answer to get him in trouble, he just didn't know why someone would ever do that.

He said loudly but not loud enough for anyone in any other rooms to hear him "Why did you kill John?"

The Purple Man's face filled with anger as he just stared at the carpet. His hands began shaking. He shut his eyes tight and clenched his fists.

He turned and glared at the manager. His breath unsteady. He just slowly turned his head and walked away.

*I hope this was a good way to go with the chapter, I rewrote the last few paragraphs like 3 times. And trust me he's not going to get in trouble, you heard how nonchalantly the Phone Guy handled the kids disappearing and police investigation in the games, who's to say they wouldn't handle an actual murderer in the building so calmly too? Plus they don't really have proof it was him. He may be cocky and be proud and make jokes about doing it and things like that but he will never straight up say it, or will he?*