Well, this is a long chapter, so it took me a while to finish it. There are a lot of words in this part! (Lucky for you!) This character was a lot of fun to write, so I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Fredbear's Family Diner - Thursday, June 22nd, 1978

As usual, his thoughts were cloudy. He was in one of his moods again, which was never good. It was hard to place what had set him off this time, but it was clear that everyone and everything should stay far away from him. Once he'd become upset, it was always difficult, if not impossible, to force him to come out of it.

Focus on the road already! Do I really need to tell you again?

He made a fist. "No, you don't," he grumbled.

See? You know what to do. Just listen to us.

He heard her laugh. Oh, of course! Now, if you'd just pay attention to the traffic, we'd be fine. Really, if you weren't so lazy, you could've avoided all of this.

He turned up the music in an attempt to tune them out, but it didn't help. He hated how annoying the two of them could be. Arguing with them was pointless, since he knew they were always right.

We know you're upset. There's no use in hiding it from us.

He furrowed his brow in frustration. "Ya, so what if I am? What do you care?"

Just trust us, we'll protect you from them. When they come for you.

"I know. You always do."

He pulled in to work and saw a young boy, crying and upset. Out of concern, he pulled over, leaned his head out the window, and asked, "What's wrong, kid?" He did his best to listen as the child explained the situation, but they kept talking over him. All he managed to catch was something about a horrible monster lurking inside Fredbear's Family Diner.

You're going to be late, you idiot! Go! Forget about him!

I don't know about that... The monster in the restaurant sounds pretty dangerous…

Of course it does! Well, maybe being late is alright today. But, still!

Listen to me. It's all a trap. He's one of them! One of their tools! Don't you see it? That child is dangerous!

You're stupid enough to be tricked into believing he's your friend, of course. How could a crying child be dangerous? That's what they want you to think. It's all part of their plan to get you.

Just do what we tell you, alright? Give him your dessert, that'll distract him long enough for you to have time to get away.

Oh, and use that little powder of yours. You've been saving it for this very moment! Put it on the cupcake. Now, you twat!

Great idea! Why didn't I think of that?

He was a little reluctant to do so, but knew that it had to be this way. Either it was the boy, or him.

The man ducked his head back into the car to dig through his bag. He found the delicious vanilla cupcake, topped with decadent white icing and a mouth-watering cherry, with ease. Before he got out of the car, he sprinkled a little bit of the white powder from a small vial he kept in his pocket onto the icing. Perfect. Now to give it to him. After that, the man knew he'd be safe once more.

He got out of the car, smiling brightly as he knelt beside the child. "Maybe this will help you feel better?" he suggested, offering him the treat.

You actually managed to get something right. Wow, I'm so impressed.

"Thank you, sir!" the boy exclaimed. It didn't take long for him to start munching on the treat, his eyes lighting up with delight as the sweet flavours graced his palette.

Seeing his glee made him happy. It was almost as if he'd forgotten about the powder entirely. He almost felt bad about it, until he remembered that he needed to do it to protect his life. "Eat up. Enjoy. It'll help you feel better until your mother comes back."

Alright, good job. Now get out of here! They'll be onto you like fruit flies on a banana!

He obeyed. Without delay, he hopped back into his car and drove away to park and get to work. The world was a dangerous place, with things out to get you everywhere. People plotting to kill you. But he was lucky. He had friends that warned him of the traps lurking around every corner; friends who kept him safe. They told him that his kitten, Kowalski, was the only safe one. Between his friends and his cat, he didn't need anyone else.

Porfirio walked inside, where Everett was frantically searching for a missing child. Since Anthony came to work at the same time as him, they were both briefed and sent to search.

You know nothing. You have no idea what happened to that thing that was after you. Got it?

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza - Friday, June 26th, 1987

He arrived to work for an afternoon shift, met at the door by Thomas. At first, he assumed he was in trouble.

"Mr. Fazbear?"

Thomas nodded. "Mr. Violet. How are you this evening?"

"Fine, thank you," he answered.

He smiled. "Wonderful. Our mascot called in sick today. Apparently he has a nasty flu. If it isn't too much trouble, would you mind filling in for him? It's quite simple. All I need you to do is visit the tables. Just be energetic and friendly. Don't mind those old training tapes you heard back in the Fredbear's days. This suit doesn't have the spring-lock mechanism."

"That's… comforting."

"You have nothing to worry about. It's completely different, I assure you. The endoskeleton was removed."

Porfirio thought carefully before saying, "I'll do it."

"Thank you very much," Thomas enthused. "You'll do well, just like last time. Just remember to smile, you are the face of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza."

Porfirio smirked and rolled his eyes. "So that's where Anthony got that from."

"Of course! It's our company motto. Freddy Fazbear's Pizza is a magical place for kids and grownups alike, so of course our staff needs to reflect this. A smile does just that," Thomas explained.

He chuckled. "Alright, alright. I'll remember to smile for the customers."

Because you're so good at that.

If you upset him too much, he won't smile! Thomas won't be happy about that!

Way to point out the obvious.

If he were alone, he would've told them to shut up, but he knew his boss would ask questions. It was as if he was the only one who could hear them talking, because everyone around him would ignore them. It didn't make any sense to him.

"Porfirio?"

"Hm? Oh, sorry. You said something?"

"I did… Please listen to me when I speak," Thomas commanded. "Anyways, I appreciate the help. Feel free to go back to the Safe Room if you need a break."

"I will."

Porfirio found his way to the Safe Room with little difficulty, struggling to get into the bulky Golden Freddy costume. After a few minutes of fiddling, he managed to securely fit the costume on and leave the room. Of course, he bumped into the doorframe on his way out, unaware of just how large the ears, top-hat, and other pieces were.

Porfirio, that is the most asinine getup I've ever seen.

No one will know it's you. Just do as he told you to.

And make a fool of yourself.

The restaurant was buzzing with activity as families were coming to celebrate the weekend and end of school. At least, that's what he could conclude. He himself couldn't be sure of when school actually ended anymore. He took a deep breath and made his way out, assuming the role of the character. Porfirio put on a jolly voice and made sure to appear friendly.

Near closing time, two boys remained at one of the tables, once most of the families had already left for the night. Since Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was still open for the public, Porfirio was still expected to do his job. He approached the table, putting on his persona as he went.

Red flag, Porfirio! Red flag! Don't you see it?

"See what?" he uttered.

It's them! They've sent more! They're on to you!

His eyes widened in surprise. "T-They've found me? A-Again?"

They have! You've got to do something!

You've dealt with this before. Kill them before they kill you.

"I couldn't do-"

Yes you can! You're in danger! If you let them get away…

Porfirio made a fist, his body trembling in fear.

Just listen to what we say, and you'll be fine.

He gulped and cautiously made his way to the table.

"H-Hey kids!" he stuttered. "Are you h-having fun?"

That's it… Keep it up. Earn their trust.

Ooh! Lead them to the back! Tell them there's something waiting for them!

Which will be you, of course. You've got to stop blubbering like a fool. If you don't sell this story, you'll blow your cover and they'll have their chance to attack!

It'd be horrible! You'll be alone and defenseless! Just take them out quickly, and you'll be safe.

The older boy looked up at the mascot, seemingly looking into his eyes, sending a chill down his spine.

The younger child beamed, "Lots of fun!"

Porfirio let out a hearty laugh, to be in character. "That's great! But ol' Goldie's got a surprise for you! I'm sure it'll make your day!"

His eyes danced in delight. "You do? That's cool! What is it, what is it?"

"I can't do that, little one! It's a surprise!"

Good...

His friend rolled his eyes. "Bailey, calm down."

"Aw, but Reynard~! I don't wanna-"

"What if Freddy and Charlotte saw you carrying on like this?"

Bailey's face turned red, his eyes widening in worry. "S-Shut up! D-Don't you dare tell them you saw me acting like such a dork!"

Reynard snickered. "You'll have to try harder to convince me," he joked.

He looked at the mascot briefly before darting his attention away to look 'cool'. "We can still see the surprise, right?"

He frowned a little. "Well…"

Say yes!

"I assure you, it'll be fun!" Porfirio encouraged. He worried they were onto him.

"I suppose we can go for a bit," Reynard concluded.

"Alrighty, follow me!"

Bailey raced after Porfirio, smiling from ear to ear, before he remembered that 'cool kids' kept calm and collected. He promptly slowed down and forced himself to show a collected expression. Reynard followed with some hesitation. They arrived at the door and stared.

"We're almost there, kids!"

"Here?" Reynard challenged. "This can't be right…"

Porfirio, you suck! Wonderful job convincing them, just wonderful!

"It's right this way! Follow me," he continued. Porfirio lead the two boys into the room, shutting and locking the door behind them.

Aha! Got it! Now, finish the job.

He sighed and yaked off the head of the costume with some struggle. Knowing what his task was, he would need his freedom of movement.

"Hey, dude! Aren't you supposed to keep that on?" Bailey complained. He was ignored as Porfirio continued to take off the suit.

He inhaled sharply before turning to face his would-be killers. Covertly, he reached for his pocket knife, mentally preparing for the battle he would inevitably face.

You've got them cornered. Finish them, before it's too late!

"Where's this 'surprise'?" Reynard asked.

Porfirio's hand shook as he revealed the blade in his hand. "This."

Their cries were cut short as he swiftly stabbed Reynard in the chest, tearing it out and leaving it in Bailey's forehead. Neither of them had a chance to react.

You did it! Ah, safe at last! Feels good, doesn't it?

Get out of here, you idiot!

And he did. Porfirio fled the room, leaving as quickly and quietly as he could. He'd done it again. He foiled their plans once again. He was safe.

Porfirio's House - Sunday, June 28th, 1987

Porfirio… Hey, Porfirio, time to wake up!

Time to go work that crappy job of yours.

He groaned, not moving from his spot beneath the covers. Kowalski nuzzled his cheek, encouraging him to feed her.

"Ya, ya, I'm up…" he whined as he rubbed behind her ears. She purred in contentment as she received the affection.

Kowalski was a petite cat, even at adult size. Her silky long black fur helped her to hide her bony frame. She was so thin that her bones could be felt when she was pet, although this was not from neglect. Porfirio always ensured that he fed her plenty of food, yet she couldn't seem to gain weight.

Stop petting that stupid cat, you lazy ass!

"She's not stupid," Porfirio retorted. "She's very smart, adorable, and she loves me."

Keep telling yourself that. We're the only ones that actually love you, and you know that. And that's because we're stuck with you.

Hey, I like him. There's always the possibility that he will make some human friends. Porfirio's only 28; he's still got a fighting chance. Who knows? Maybe he'll even get a date.

Pfft! As if. No one would date this loser.

For the moment, Porfirio tried to tune them out, and managed to do so for a short while while he got ready for work. Despite his efforts, she managed to criticize him for every little thing; the way he brushed his teeth, how he kept his hair, and the quality of his cooking. Everything. Nothing Porfirio did was good enough for her. He tried to apologize on her behalf, but it hardly helped. Even when Kowalski came by and rubbed up against his leg, it did little to boost his spirits. Usually, a little affection from his feline friend was enough to help ease his troubles. But not today.

He got into his car and drove, listening to some music on the way to work. They talked through most of it, which he found to be quite annoying, but he enjoyed the parts that he managed to hear clearly. She criticized his driving, telling him to speed up or slow down, zip around another car, or run a yellow light. He ignored her and tried to assure him that he'd have a nice day at work. Much like with Kowalski, Porfirio found little comfort in the encouragement.

Ooh, he's taking the morning smoke early today!

Aw, you're that upset with us already? I'm sorry.

Well I'm not.

"J-Just shut up!" he hissed, taking a long drag of his cigarette as he idled at the stop light. The few minutes it took for the light to change felt like an eternity as they continued their banter.

Try to have a good day, alright? Maybe Thomas will put you on kitchen duty or something.

"That'd be a miracle," Porfirio replied as he shifted the car into first gear.

Way to grind those gears.

"I didn't grind them. That was a smooth start!" he shot back as he gained a little more speed, shifting into second gear. He sometimes felt that his friends were lying to him, but always knew that they were right. He didn't think he made a bad shift, but she was always right. Porfirio furrowed his brow in frustration as he pushed in the clutch once more and brought the vehicle into third.

That was good. Well, for someone like you, anyways.

Oh, be nice to him. He's doing his best. It's not like he has more than that one speeding ticket on his record.

He took another drag before adding, "That was because you made me do it."

Porfirio finished his cigarette as he pulled into the parking lot of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, dropping the filter on the ground as he drove in. He sat in the car for a moment, trying to regain his slipping composure. It was going to be one of those days. Knowing his luck, since they'd been pestering him more than usual for the past few days, it'd continue for a while. He took some comfort in the fact that Thomas was usually quite lenient with the smoking breaks. Those seemed to help when they got out of hand.

After locking the car, Porfirio walked inside, taking a few deep breaths of the fresh morning air as he did so. As much as he dreaded the coming shift, he knew he needed the money, and the job, which encouraged him to carry onward. If he was lucky, he'd go through the day with little interaction with his coworkers.

But, within seconds of entering the building, someone began to talk to him.

"Porfirio, how are you?" one of the waitresses greeted. She looked down at his leg, seeing the cat fur sticking to his clothes and smiled. "Got some kitty love, I see."

He grimaced a little at the attention, wishing to slip away. "Uh… Ya."

"Hey… Are you feeling alright? You seem upset."

Porfirio shook his head. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

See? Someone pays attention to the kid.

It's not like he even remembers her name or anything. Besides, she's trying to conceal her intent. Trying to trick him. Once she has his trust, she'll stab him in the back.

Porfirio, be careful of her. She's one of them.

"Uh, if you say so," she said with uncertainty. "Just come to me if you need anything, alright?"

Don't be stupid enough to fall into her trap!

"Thanks."

Idiot.

Twice before his lunch break, Porfirio stepped out to take a smoking break. They were being really loud today, making it harder for him to focus, and remain easy going. Otherwise, his day had been going fairly well. The children weren't too disruptive, making his security job quite easy.

However, just as he was finishing his turkey sub, Thomas approached him at the lunch table.

The usual employee was still away from work, so he was required to fill in once again. Despite what had happened last time, he was too afraid to decline. He needed to keep himself safe. They had accomplices. There were more of them waiting for their chance to get him. He needed to act before they caught him off guard. Accepting the responsibility would keep him safe.

As he ate, one of the other staff members joined him at the table.

"Hey, how are you! Alone again?" Jeremy asked.

"Uh... Ya." Porfirio mumbled.

"Aw, don't brush me off!" he grinned. "You're not alone any more!"

He rolled his eyes.

"What have you been up to?"

Don't you dare say it!

Porfirio shrugged. "Watching movies at home."

"Oh, that sounds like fun!" Jeremy enthused. "What kind of movies do you like?"

Is it safe to tell him?

I guess. But nothing more.

He hesitated as he debated telling him about his taste in movies. It couldn't hurt, could it?

"I like horror movies. The gorier, the better," Porfirio stated. He then waited to see Jeremy's reaction.

Much to his surprise, it was received without criticism. "Oh, those movies are fun, aren't they? Have you seen Psycho?"

"Only one hundred times."

Jeremy chuckled, "The shower scene is just brutal!" This brought a smile to Porfirio's face. A rather sick, twisted one at that.

"I wish they would've shown the gore in that scene."

"But, that's some of the magic of it! We know exactly what happened without the detail!" he argued.

He shrugged and went back to eating. Clearly, he had made Jeremy uncomfortable with his comment, since he did not continue the conversation.

Nice job.

Once Porfirio finished his lunch, he made his way to the Safe Room, where the costume was kept. Knowing company policy, he made sure to strap the suit on and leave right away. It was clearly outlined that the room was not to be used as a break room.

You know what to do. Eliminate their allies. Be swift, be quiet about it.

"Ya, I know," Porfirio hissed. "I have to finish the job."

Because they sent backup!

"I know that." He took a calming breath before entering the Dining Area for work. As expected, the restaurant was quite busy, yet it seemed to lack some of the energetic buzz that was present on Friday. He reasoned that this was because most families were getting ready for the coming week on Sunday rather than going out to eat. Porfirio went from table to table, following the expectations for his job, until he spotted them together; laughing as they tore into a pizza.

That pocket knife's not going to be enough. You'll need something bigger. Something that'll do the job quicker.

I know what he needs.

Do you, now?

A pizza cutter. Wouldn't that work nicely?

Not very sharp. Then again, it'll tear. … Yes, that'll do. Porfirio, go get one from the kitchen and hide it in your pocket.

He did as he was told without question. Being properly equipped for the task at hand helped him to feel calmer, in a way. It wasn't quite as relaxing as a cigarette, but it did reduce his anxieties. Soon enough, he would be completely safe, at least for a little while.

After retrieving the tool, Porfirio returned to the Dining Area, ready to proceed to his enemies at the nearby table. Taking a sharp breath, he put on the cheery voice of Golden Freddy. He was addressed before he had the opportunity to speak.

"Golden Freddy!" the one he recognized as Freddy beamed. He had only met the boy a few times but would have recognized him anywhere. Thomas was quite proud of his sons, and loved to introduce them to people.

He forced a laugh, to remain in character. "You've got that right, kiddo!"

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

Careful… Don't give it away.

Tell them you have a surprise! It worked last time!

"I'm glad you asked! I have a surprise for you three!"

The other child he knew, Gilead, narrowed his eyes at him. Did he recognize him? No, that couldn't be… He was wearing the suit, after all. He couldn't possibly know what the 'surprise' was, so, why did he seem to know something the others didn't?

"What kind of surprise, Golden Freddy?" the young girl with them asked. He knew the Fazbear brothers, but not the other child with them. Regardless, she was clearly one of them as well. She was in on it.

He mimed the action of closing a zipper. "Ah, that's a secret, my dear," Porfirio said, with a voice as soft as velvet. "You'll have to come with me if you want to see."

Freddy beamed and exclaimed, "Let's go, I wanna see the secret!"

Hook, line, and sinker. You've got them. Lead the way!

With a bounce in his step, Porfirio escorted the children to the back room, as he had done on Friday. On the way there, however, Gilead came to his side and muttered, "I don't know what my dad put you up to, but it'd better be good."

"I assure you, it is," he purred. Immediately after, the Golden Freddy personality emerged once again. "Come on," he cheered, singing a song the band played.

You have a lovely voice. Hey, at this rate, you'd be the next Freddy Fazbore!

Freddy stopped at the doorway. "Daddy never lets me back here."

Come on, say something! Quick!

"It'll be our little secret, won't it?" He replied.

Once they arrived in the room, Porfirio followed the same procedure as the last time; closing and locking the door behind him.

Aha! You did it! Now, finish the job.

"Where's the surprise?" Freddy questioned.

As he was removing his costume, thankfully with more ease this time, he assured, "Oh, it's here…"

"What do you mean? I don't see any surprise…" the girl elaborated.

Kill kill kill kill kill kill KILL… Stop putting this off.

"Oh, but there is," Porfirio said, taking the pizza cutter in his hand, turning to face them with a slight smile on his face. "It's me."

Safe, Porfirio Violet. Safe once again.