The next day I came to work. Just like I said I was going to. Walking around to the back of the stage, I found the security guard or better know as Purple Guy to the staff and regulars. He was down by Freddy, he had the chest plate open and was messing with some of the wires.

    "Hey, Purple Man-" I began.

"Purple Guy." he corrected.

     "Right, either way, what are you doing?"

"Fixing Freddy." he responded, standing up.

      "No offence but, that's kindda my job." I said standing a little straighter, trying to match his height.

"Oh, well, he tried to grab at me so I figured it was some sort of glitch."

     "No, that was probably the breakers locking up again. Happens a lot with Freddy." I touch the anime-tronic. "His system is a little older than the others."

  He nodded. "I see, anyways I fixed it."

I cocked an eyebrow. I knew for a fact the only thing he could 'fix' was his hair and that IPad they gave him for work

   I pointed at him. "You fixed Freddy? Right . . . and I'm Tomas Jefferson!"

"Rebeca." he said stepping towards me.

      Alright so before we begin I hardly mentioned myself. My name is Rebeca Roberts. As you already know (and if you don't you didn't pay ANY freaking attention!!!! Just kidding!) I work at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria as a janitor/maintenance. This is a picture of me  

"Rebeca, sweetie." He said again. "Don't you trust me? Come on."

I looked at him, "I don't think you should've touched him and . . ."

    "And?" he said

"I trust you."

   He smiled and laughed. "'Thank you, come on. Let's get back to work."

He watched me as I left to went to go prepare for another party. There was something wrong but, I felt like something was terribly wrong. I didn't have time to deal with it though, kids were already starting to arrive.

 {Time Skip}

I was in the brake room when Purple Guy came in. We had a nice chat and I  noticed something red on his hands.

   Pointing at them I asked, "What happened?"

He seemed to have been pretty nervous. "Uh-a-uh-kid bite me."

         I nodded. "Something else happened, didn't it?"

He shook his head. "No, no, certainly not."

     Purple Guy left in a hurry and five parents came up to me, asking me if I'd seen their kids. I shook my head and said,

   "I haven't seen them since my brake. They were eating then."

I told them I'd help look for them. The police were called and they all filled missing children files out. I wasn't to discouraged and kept looking for them. Hours passed though, the parents left a sobbing mess. Purple Guy said that he had to go home after closing time because he didn't feel to well. I told him I'd take over his shift for that night.

   I wandered around for a while. I noticed that there was a spare a Freddy head on the floor. So I went to go put it away in the back room. I opened the door and I saw something that I would never be able to forgive myself for.