torn apart

purple

                                                                                                                                                                                                                     October 3, 1986
Dear Mike,
     I'm a monster now. Please come save me. I've started wearing purple all the time, and my friggin' skin is turning purple. i told Keisha, she hugged me until i fell asleep and left a note on the table that she was still going to be with me, but she's moving. i went to a psychiatrist, and it didn't help. it only got worse. The pizza place told me that I'm not going to work day shift. and then... a few days later of locking myself in my room, i went for a drive. i drove past Fazbear's, a boy ran out and to the road. and then i killed him. i keep a knife in my car, now. have them lock me up. I don't care anymore. just get me away from anyone. please!
     I've got to lock myself up again. Fritz is almost home and i don't want to kill him. I call myself purple guy now sometimes. i haven't seen Keisha for a month. Sorry i haven't wrote to you in so long. you think I'm a monster now, don't you?

                                                                                                                                                     -Vincent