"Pretty baby, little child,
Come with me, I saw you smiled,

Give me your little hand,
We'll fly to the Wonderland,

I'll show you Candy Castle,
World without envy and hassles,

Just believe me, I can't lie!

You're much smarter than your peers,
Smarter than girls of your years,

I'm afraid you know too much, my dear,
I have to force you to keep quiet."

-from "Lament", song by MiatriSs

"Kids, no eating or drinking in the ball pit, please." your voice was heard among joyful shouting and laughter.

It was another normal day at the family restaurant. Since early in the morning the place had already been enlightened with people, noises and the animatronics' merry ditties, and now that lunchtime approached, the atmosphere was expected to get even more chaotic. Nothing too surprising, knowing the huge fame of the place. Through the large windows of the pizzeria, a colorful succession of cars could be seen stopping right in front of the main glass doors, momentarily halting on the sidewalk to allow new children to get down before leaving again, disappearing into the city traffic. Everywhere you turned, you could see hungry people sitting at the tables, waiters walking back and forth with trays of steaming pizzas and kids hand-in-hand with their parents, pulling excitedly toward an undefined place with big, bright smiles on their faces.

It had been almost six months since the day you crossed the Freddy Fazbear's Pizza's threshold with your resume tightly held in your hands. Your initial nervousness had soon turned into surprise for the speed with which the boss of the place had hired you, not even giving you the time to properly introduce yourself. They really needed for new staff, apparently. Despite his strange behavior, at that time you didn't spend so much time in thinking about it due to the major fact you really needed a job. Moreover, this place happened to occupy a very special spot in your memories since in turn you used to be a guest during your childhood. After all these years, the place surely had undergone several changes, starting with the animatronics, now more numerous and modern compared to the originals. Conversely, your thoughts didn't change at all. This restaurant never failed to put you into a good mood and you knew it never would.

And now here you were again, almost twenty years later, this time in a light blue, Freddy Fazbear's guard uniform, standing up like a soldier near the playroom's main door and watching over the young guests with a warm smile on your lips; your eyes wandering from a child to another as you looked at them playing thoughtlessly. As a supervisory guard, your job was to supervise children during the absence of parents, thus preventing them from getting hurt or leave the mentioned room. Useless to say the whole situation was particularly chaotic and noisy in there, causing most of adults to get out no longer than ten minutes later with a pounding headache. As for you, you actually didn't mind very much. The first days had been hard, sure, but you could say your ears had by now grew used to it and, most importantly, you had finally found the unlimited time job you had sought for long. An active, social job in a friendly place surrounded by happy kids. How could you have asked for more?

"Busy day, huh, love?"

You turned as someone called you from the threshold, interrupting your thoughts. "Oh, hi, Vincent!" you greeted your fellow worker, spotting him leaning against the door frame.

A perfectly white grin crossed the tall man's sharp-featured face, giving him an ominous yet attractive look. He wore a Freddy Fazbear's Night Watch uniform with a golden badge on the right side on his chest, similar to yours except for being completely... purple. Literally, every single piece of fabric that covered his body, from his trousers to his policeman-like peaked cap, was of a dark purple color, making exception for the black necktie and a same color belt. No wonder that people of the restaurant often referred to him with the nickname of Purple Guy. Although it may sound strange, you found instead that they matched pretty well with the man's tanned skin and tall physique, giving him a mysterious aura. He had long, slightly ruffled hair tied into a fluffy ponytail, with bangs covering his forehead and stubble on his chin. Purple, obviously.
Despite his whole eccentric appearance, a certain element of him had particularly surprised you since the very first day you met: his eyes. His irises were of a singular, pale grey color- platinum, almost, with sharp, black pupils, feature you had never seen in any other person.

Along with Scott, Vincent was the longest employee the restaurant had ever hired, the "veteran" of the pizzeria's security team. Since some time, you couldn't deny yourself anymore you had started to develop a sort of crush on him. At first you thought it was anything serious, until he suddenly seemed of taking the habit of acting all flirty in your presence. Was perhaps due to the fact you were the only girl in the guard team? Had he a crush on you too? You couldn't know it precisely, knowing how unpredictable Vincent was most of the time. From what the other guards had told you, he used to act strange around the majority of women, eventually ending up with freaking them out. Seeing you blushing in response to his attentions, they looked at you with a frown on their faces, wondering how could that grin of him not creep the fuck out of you. If someone asked you something, you always answered you found him funny, instead. You never liked when someone judged a person by his appearance and, sincerely, you really couldn't understand how could someone so nice be scary.

"How's going?" you asked, smiling up at him.

"Oh, wonderfully," he chuckled, "Except for Fritz losing his glasses, children throwing pizza at Chica and that kid who managed to get stuck inside the toilet seat, everything is going great."

You giggled softly, bringing a hand to your mouth. "All in the norm, then."

"By the way, I wanted to congratulate with you," Vincent changed topic, "I heard you have been promoted as a night watch guard."

"Yes," your eyes lowered as you silently brushed a strand of (h/c) hair behind your ear before starting to play with the end, "Night surveillance provides a higher pay, that's why I decided to accept it. The only thing I regret is not being able to see these little faces anymore. I think I will miss this part of my job."

The Purple Guy's mouth twitched into a slight grimace at your words. "I really don't understand what you can find of so great in supervising a bunch of squealing brats drooling tomato sauce..."

"They're cute, and keep you busy throughout the day. This way you can't get bored~"

He lightly shook his head, unable to see your point of view. "Well, if it's action that you want, you'll soon find out by yourself that during the night shift you can't indulge to distract yourself even for a second-"

Thud!

Like the screech of an eagle between the alps, an earsplitting cry suddenly echoed in the room, causing you and your colleague to jolt and turn around. A little girl with blond hair and pigtails laid on her stomach, crying and shaking her chubby little fists against the floor while big tears rolled down her rosy cheeks.

"Yaaay..." Vincent grumbled, putting fingers into his ears.

Your lips curled into a gentle smile, letting out a soft sigh as you calmly walked toward the weeping child, kneeling beside her. "It's okay, honey. You just slipped." You helped the little girl getting up on her feet, being too focused on soothing her to notice a sudden, strange light inside Vincent's colorless irises.

His dark circled eyes stared right at you, narrowing in a somewhat dangerous manner as the friendly smile of few seconds ago dropped like a wax mask near a flame. Shit, words would have never been enough to describe how much he hated that place. Still, until now it had revealed good to cover his tracks. He perfectly remembered all of them, those murders of him. Each. Of. Them. And he loved them all. The mere thought was enough to make his body get hot with excitement. The chocked pleads and cries of agony; the sweet smell of fear and tears in the air; the pressure on the handle of a knife that slowly enters the flesh, cutting through skin, fat and muscle; and, above all, the ferrous, pungent fragrance of fresh blood gushing from open wounds. Those few, immoral moments of gory madness were the only thing that motivated him to carry on, giving him the strength to face another of the countless fucking days with whom his life was made of. At least, until now. From the first time he saw you in that uniform, he had suddenly felt another need taking him, a tingling desire that had soon turned into an irrepressible urge. You. The more he looked at your smiling face, the more the crave of pressing his lips against yours grew. The more his eyes casually fell on that supple body of yours, the more he couldn't help but imagine his hands roaming and squeezing your warm, deliciously soft flesh. The more he spoke to you, the more he felt the chains of his self-control become as brittle as paper. God, how many things he would have done to you if he only had had the chance to get his hands on those curves. As these thoughts crossed the man's mind, pressure started to build up in his crotch, causing him to realize it only when the fabric had already started to stretch around the impressive bulge.

Fuck.

With a hint panic in his eyes and a gasp, the Purple Guy turned into the opposite direction, fearing you could have seen him in such state. He turned his head, taking a glimpse of you pulling out a band aid with the face of Freddy Fazbear from your pocket and gently sticking it on the girl's injured knee. You didn't see anything, luckily for him. A relieved sigh left his lips; he had almost ruined everything. Geez, if he had it his way, he would have already dragged you into his office, ripped your uniform into pieces and fucked you so hard the entire pizzeria would have been in risk to collapse. No. He just had to bring an itty-bitty more patience. It wouldn't be long anyway for that moment to arrive. And when it would, you would have become his. You, your body, your everything. "Wait and see, love," A devilish grin stretched on Vincent's face, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. "In a way or another, in the end I always get what I want."

"V...V-Vincent? A... are y-you alright?"

The Purple Guy rose his head. In the corridor, a trembling Fritz stood at few feet from him; his face bright red, panicking wide eyes looking through the thick lenses of his glasses, nervously switching from his crotch to his face.

Fuck my life.