DISCLAIMER: I don't own the FNAF games or the song "Lava." I just came up with this idea in my head for an origin story for the Puppet and thought I would write it down.
A long, long time ago - well, more like a few decades ago - a robotic puppet opened his black eyes to see a human man gazing down at him, a huge smile on his face. The Puppet blinked and looked around him. The human told him they were in a garage, and the human had just brought the Puppet to life. After practicing sitting up and moving around, the man hooked his creation up to a charging station, and with one more proud grin, he disappeared through a door.
The Puppet sat there for a long time. As he felt electric energy surging through him, he examined his black body, the white rings around his arms and legs, the buttons on his chest. When the door opened again, he turned his head in that direction - he was surprised to see not the man, but two smaller versions of him: one with long hair and wearing a dress, the other with short hair like the inventor and wearing a T-shirt and shorts. They smiled at him and called themselves children.
"Children," the Puppet repeated, his face forming a smile.
The children gasped. Then, they laughed. They asked him more questions, telling him they never met a robot as smart as him before. He eagerly answered them and began to ask them things about the man and if he brought the children to life. Giggling, they said he was their father, but they hardly saw him anymore, as he was too busy working all the time. The Puppet frowned, but they assured him he had nothing to do with their father. It was okay, they added, they could spend more time with their friends.
"Friends?" the Puppet echoed.
The door to the garage opened. The inventor poked his head in. When he saw the kids talking to his creation, he hurried them back inside the house. The Puppet called out, asking the man if he could see the children again tomorrow. The inventor stared at the Puppet. It can talk, he kept saying, a grin spreading on his face. Ignoring the question, he went back inside the house, announcing that his latest creation could talk on its own.
No one else came into the garage that night.
For weeks, the inventor kept coming in the garage, asking the Puppet more questions and fiddling with some of his gears. The Puppet didn't like it, but he was no more than the inventor's creation, right? He had to do whatever the inventor said.
Still, on the days when he wasn't hooked up to the charging station, he made his way to the door leading to the house and opened it a crack. He could hear the children's laughter and delighted squeals before he saw them chasing each other around the house or playing with toys. Even though the inventor told him to stay in the garage and away from the children, the Puppet felt something inside him, something that made his gears turn faster at the thought of making these children laugh and squeal. He wanted to play games with them, and make those sounds called "songs," and bang his hands on that black and white thing called a "pee-ano." He wanted to chase them around the house until he caught one and tossed them in the air, laughing and smiling along.
The inventor came into view and noticed the Puppet peeking inside the house. Hurrying over to shut the door, he hissed that no one could ever see his creations, not even his family.
Day after day, the Puppet sat in the garage, hearing the playful noises and songs inside the house and wishing that he could play, too. From deep inside him, somewhere past all the gears and wires and electric currents, his longing grew and grew. It grew to the point that he could no longer contain his feelings, he had to say it out loud. He opened his mouth and sang:
"I have a dream
I hope will come true
That you're here with me
And I'm here with you
I wish that the earth and the sky up above me
Will send someone to be my buddy"
Little did he know that the children had their ears pressed to the door to the garage and heard the Puppet's song. With one glance at each other, they knew they had to get in there to see him again.
The next day, the Puppet was surprised to see the two children enter the garage. They told him to keep his voice down: their father didn't know they were in here and would get mad if he found out. The Puppet smiled and promised he wouldn't. From behind his back, the little boy brought out a board game. After teaching the Puppet how to play (and laughing every time the Puppet messed up), the three of them played for an hour. Next, they taught him hand games like "Down By the Banks" and they played for a while before the children had to go back inside the house for dinner.
As the night fell, the Puppet closed his eyes, beaming at the memories of playing with the children, finally having friends. He sang aloud:
"I have a dream
I hope will come true
That you'll stay with me
And I'll stay with you
I wish that the good inventor will finally
Let me join this nice family"
Little did he know that the inventor had seen his kids come in from the garage and now heard this song. Anger grew inside him. How dare his children disobey him! This was his puppet, his only to control!
He would see that would all change in the morning.
