Tim hadn't noticed that Ashton had slipped away just seconds after the phone call ended. Mari wasn't looking out the hallway, talking to Tim who had asked a few questions about the purple-shirted man, which gave Ashton the opportunity to escape and investigate the restaurant. "Hello?" Ashton whispered, hearing faint murmuring in the Parts & Service room. He ran into the room, seeing four decapitated and rotting animatronics. ".....Help....." One animatronic called, almost inaudible.

Ashton's eyes widened, backing up. ".....Help....." It repeated, staring at Ashton with dead-cold, pleading eyes. ".....Save.....Them....."

Ashton backed up into someone who walked into the room, startling him as he almost screeched. The man didn't flinch a muscle, only looked at Ashton, first with anger and hatred. But as he studied Ashton more closely, he smirked, the expression in his eyes changing to luck, fortune, and a hint of joy.

"Ah, young boy. We meet again, don't we?" The man chuckled. "It's...it's you." Ashton said with a slightly crooked smile. "I thought it was someone else."

"We didn't properly meet yesterday, did we?"

Ashton shook his head apologetically. "My name is Vincent, but most just call me the Purple Man." Vincent said. Ashton thought, for a second, that he saw mischief in the purple-shirted man's eyes. "Please excuse the older models. They don't fully understand what they're saying, ever since they got taken apart."

".....Save.....Them....."

Ashton looked at the old, decaying animatronics and nodded. "Alright, if you say so."

Vincent nodded back, turning to the doorway. "Oh, and one more thing. Don't believe the animatronics."

'Have I got plans? Yes...' Vincent thought, walking out the door of the Parts & Service room.