"Mom! Mom! Mom!" A boy called, tugging at her shirt sleeve. He sighed roughly and folded his arms, his cinnamon hair falling into his face. He straightened his shirt and spun around. He stormed off into a pizza joint, watching all the characters move and dance and laugh. After a while her grew...bored. And rather hungry. He realized he had no money and his mother was no where to be seen. Suddenly, a large, golden hand lay on his shoulder. "Hey there fella! I have a surprise only special kids get at the back of the restaurant!" He stared up at the man, confused. Normally the animatronics stuttered and didn't sound as human. "O...Kay.." He answered and took the large, golden Freddy's hand.
"This way,little friend!" The man tugged him into a room, full of dead, bloody children. Only one suit wasn't filled. The man took off the costume and smiled. The child shuddered and began slowly backing up, shaking quietly. "Hey, don't be afraid...I'm going to give you a surprise! You get to be golden Freddy- golden like the stars!" The monster said, raising a knife. "VINCENT, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" A man screamed from behind them. "Shit." Vincent muttered, and the purple man began chasing the tattle tale.
The small child ran, faster and faster until he was scared, and lost once more. "Huh?" A woman said, looking over at the child. She wasn't his mother, but it was all he got. "Let me protect you.." The woman said and picked him up, walking away.
"Jeremy? Jeremy!" The busy woman called. She began to fear the worst, sobbing hard and looking for her child through a glossy land of tears. "JEREMY!"
About a week later, a man from Freddy Fazzbear's pizza came up to her, sad in face. "Your son...died with the other four children. We don't know who did it, but they somehow hid the bodies, we don't know where his body is." The woman broke into a fit of sobs and tears, crying angrily. "NOOOO!" She sobbed. A man, her husband wrapped his arms around her. "Marion, what's wrong?!" He asked the sobbing woman. "MY BABY IS GONE!" Marion screamed.
"There she is! That creepy woman!" Someone whispered,pointing at the window. "Yeah! Where's your mom? Tell her!" Another said. Marion stood outside, watching children- no, one child impacitular at his birthday party. Mike Schidmet. Looked just like her son but with darker hair. Now his hair was shaved, and he had scars on his head from that dreadful time at 1987. He lost all memory and was frequently at the hospital.
"Hey there, little lady." A man said in a purple uniform as he slipped out of a purple limousine. "Aren't you a pretty girl?" His arms wrapped around her, and she shuddered. "I'm marr-" She stopped. Right, her husband left her just when her sanity did. "Hmm?" He asked, snuggling his face into her neck. "Stop.." She muttered. He laughed. "Why should I?" He rested something on her stomach, something cold. "Please.." She whispered.
He was playing her, toying her. Like a puppet. A marionette. The purple man pushed her down and climbed on her. "Are you hungry, dear?" He asked her, taking out a pink cupcake from a lunch bag next to him. "No..." She growled. "Get away!" He frowned. "A marionette shoulden't yell at it's puppet master!" He laughed and took his knife to her neck.
"Now say good bye to the bad memories..." He whispered, laying a kiss on her lips, and impaling her neck with the knife.
The music box...
MY music box...
It reminded me of a sweet boy, my son.
I didn't know his name, but he was in the life from before...
HIM...
I wanted him back.
His sweet eyes and smile...
I needed them...
Who...was this man?
He had the light brown hair of my baby and the same blue eyes. He was talking to a stern man named Mike who was acting quiet loose with this other man around.
My music...where did it go!?
I sprang myself out of my box, and wrapped myself around the new man, who screamed in return. "No!"
That voice...
I knew that voice!
"Jeremy..?"