The Purple Man
Chapter 2- The Purple Man
As Harry spoke with the other kids, rather he listened while they talked animatedly, he felt a chill run down his spine. It was almost as if something were trying to warn him of the terrible things to come.
In the few minutes after he sat down, the children introduced themselves. The blonde girl was Suzie, the brunette Gabriel, and the redhead was Fritz. Harry couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious. The other children were well dressed and all much bigger than him. But despite his rag’s clothes and small stature the other kids actually seemed to like him. Usually Dudley scared away any friends he could have made. He told himself that Dudley would never scare these friends away, because he would never know about them.
He didn’t know just how true that statement would be.
It hadn’t been all that long when he heard the door open again. Everyone froze, fear etched on their faces. Harry was confused, as he was facing away from the door, unable to understand why his new friends were suddenly so scared. Then he turned around.
The yellow rabbit was there, but without its head. In its place was a man with greying black hair and lilac eyes, a sinister grin stretched across his thin face.
“Well children, I hope you had fun, but now it’s my turn!” That’s when Harry noticed the hatchet in his hand.
Harry bolted, as did Gabriel and Fritz, but when he realized that Suzie wasn’t with them, he had to turn around. He couldn’t leave his new friend behind. Suzie was frozen with fear, screaming at the top of her lungs hoping someone might hear. Harry was too far away to save her.
Then, something freaky happened. One moment he was reaching for Suzie, his friend just out of reach, and the next he was staring at a raised hatchet. With reflexes one could only get from having to dodge aunt Petunia’s frying pan, he quickly leaped out of the way. But it didn’t deter the man, who simply grinned crazily in Harry’s direction. The man crept closer as Harry tried to back away, only to hit a wall.
He was trapped.
But he wasn’t going down without a fight.
The man towered over Harry; arms raised to strike. The boy, with an adrenalin fueled desire to survive, kicked him in the stomach throwing the crazy man off balance and giving him time to escape. Unfortunately, the man didn’t take all that long to recover. He grabbed Harry by the back of his shirt and through him onto the floor.
“Stay fucking still!” He yelled, a manic glint in his eye. Harry couldn’t move out of the way fast enough this time as the hatchet connected with the right side of his face. He screamed out in pain as blood clouded his vision. As a last-ditch effort, he thrashed, feeling his nails scrape the mans face. “SON OF A BITCH!”
The last thing he saw was the man’s manic purple eyes as he swung the hatchet again, this time carving out his chest. His vision faded to black as he heard his friends screaming, and the sound of sharp metal colliding with soft flesh.
Suzie died screaming.
Gabriel died hiding.
Fritz died running.
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Harry was floating…
It was dark…
Then he woke up.
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Harry woke up the next morning with an ache in his joints and pain shooting through his circuits.
Circuits?...
Since when did he have circuits?
Harry opened his eyes with a start. The room was red tinged. 'Infrared' his programming supplied.
Programming?
He shifted to get up, his body creaking and clanging. A mechanical ‘vvvrr’ sounding every time he moved. When he managed to get up, the first thing he noticed was how much bigger he was. Then he looked down to see a familiar purple felted body. Familiar, not because he was born into it, but because it was the one he admired on the Showtime Stage all day.
Then he heard more ‘vvvrr’ing, but not from himself. He looked over to where the noise came from, head tilting in curiosity, to see Chica stirring. Once she ‘woke up’ fully she let out a loud ‘Squawk’.
“H-h-h-Harry? G-Gabe? F-fri-itz?” She asked, voice glitching slightly.
“S-s-Suzie?” A robotic echo said. Oh, wait, that was his voice. Chica’s glowing eyes flicked over to him.
“Bonnie? Do you Kn-now what happened to my f-friends?” She asked.
“Suzie it’s m-m-me, Harry.” He said, stepping towards her.
“H-Harry, Suz-zie?” A different, rougher voice joined them. They both turned to see Foxy getting up off the floor. “Is it r-really you guys? It’s me, Fritz.”
“W-w-w-what’s going o-on?” Spoke a voice they all knew quite well. They looked to see Freddy looking at them.
“Gabriel?” Asked Harry, or was he Bonnie now?
“Y-yeah? What’s going o-on? What happened?”
“The purple man killed you.”
The group turned. There stood two (2) children. A young girl with long black hair and a little boy whose head was covered in bloodied bandages.
“Don’t worry, we won’t hurt you.” Said the boy. “My name is Evan Afton, and this is Cassidy.” The girl, Cassidy, waved. “He hurt us too.”
Then it hit harry. He remembered purple eyes, red blood, and silver hatchets. He heard his friends screams. It made him so, so, angry. Even the Dursley’s, who beat and berated him, would never murder children.
“How did we become the animatronics?” The question from Suzie pulled him out of his enraged thoughts.
“It’s where he hid our bodies. We don’t really know how we possessed the suits. I think it’s because we wanted to live so badly that our spirits went into them too.” Cass replied.
“If that’s the case, how are you both here, instead of your animatronics?” Gabe asked, the glitching lessening as they got used to their new bodies.
“You’ll figure it out once you get settled, trust me.” Cassidy smiled before continuing, “How about we show you guys around, it should help you all get settled. Plus we can show you all the best hiding spots.” They all agreed. If they’re going to be stuck like this they might as well get used to the place.
But as they walked Harry replayed their deaths in his head over and over again. He vowed that he would never let anyone hurt him or his friends ever again.
Little did he know, his friends shared that same conviction.