It's honestly been a long time since I've been in the Fnaf fandom. But lately, I've been getting back into it. So I thought I'd bring up a story I was writing about a year or two ago, but never actually finished. But with a few little changes. Hope you enjoy.
It was nighttime in the pizzaria. The children had all gone home for the day, the night guard, Jeremy, had come by and was now sitting quietly in the screening room. And the animatronics were wandering about the building, searching for something to entertain them. Even the broken animatronics had come out of hiding, and were silently prowling the place. Jeremy kept his eye on his tablet, making sure they didn't get too close. The new animatronics were not as antsy around him any longer and tended to come and go as they pleased. They did not try to attack him, or even hurt him. Rather, they simply found it amusing to startle him. The only ones he really had to worry about were the old ones who were hidden, and the Marrionette, who rested in his music box. He could not see what was happening inside the box at the moment. All he could see, was the shadowy silhouette of the puppet's box.
Inside, the Marionette had a task on his mind, and magic in his fingertips. Every night, as the animatronics wandered, the Marionette stayed behind in his box, only coming out when he was called, or when the music stopped and he was launched into the control room. He preferred it this way. It gave him much more time to focus. Tonight was just like every other night for him. He was working away. Working on a spell, that may turn the others back into children...
When they had all been murdered some time ago, it was him that cast their souls into these cold, metal bodies. He had not had the heart to send them off to the afterlife. Not without getting revenge anyhow. But he deeply regretted that. They deserved to finally be put to rest, and not have to aimlessly wander about anymore. They were miserable. Every night, he tried to work his magic and cast a spell that could turn them human once again, and give them another chance. He was never able to find a spell to free their souls. So this was the next best thing. He had been trying for years. The best thing he could do, was make it so that they were no longer robots. The broken ones were beyond his control, as they could not be mended. But the newer ones, were no longer robots. Rather, they were alive, and breathing. Soft fur and feathers, big paws, and beating hearts. But that was the best he was able to do. Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica, Toy Freddy, Golden Freddy even the Mangle, once she had been properly put together. But he could not save the original ad withered bodies of Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, or Foxy, all of which were stored in the back. Balloon boy, he could also not save. He was still stuck inside of his hallow shell. And...there was one more.
In the farthest corner of the pizzeria, locked inside a closet no one dared to enter, was the one they called Springtrap. Inside of him, was the spirit of the murderer. The one who had dared to hurt all of the children. For a long time, he had tried to escape and get back into the world. But no one would let him. He was a great danger to everyone here. So he was to be forever trapped in the closet, never to be set free.
The Marionette took in a breath, and slowly let it out as he cupped his hands together. He was focusing on his magic, and trying to make sense of his spell. He had tried so many times in the past, but nothing had worked. But now, this felt different. Something about this one was feeling different. He could feel an orb forming in his hands. He opened his eyes. And through the darkness, a purple light was shining through. He held an orb of magic in his hands, which warbled and pulsed. It was a darker shade of purple, one he had not seen before. He held it carefully. One wrong move, and it would burst. He had to open his box, and summon the others, before he set it free.
He had never tried these spells on himself before. He knew it was too late for him, and he would be trapped here forever. But the least he could do, was attempt to save the others. It was his fault that they were not in heaven. It was all his fault. So he had to do this.
Very slowly, he used the top of his head to push the lid of the box up. But as he did, Jeremy began to wind the box up again. Doing that caused it to re-set in a sense. And the lid was forced shut. This greatly startled the puppet as he fell back inside. The motion cased the orb of light to pulse faster and shake. "Oh no.." The puppet gasped, in his soft and whispery voice. "Please no. Please hold for just a moment longer," He tried to will the magic. But of course, it had a mind of it's own. And before he knew it, he was enveloped in a cloud of smoke, gasping and sputtering. No no no! The magic had been wasted!
Once it had disappeared, the puppet waved his hand in front of his face to clear the last of it. Once again, the box was dark, leaving him unable to see a thing. He moaned a bit, and reached up to try and push the lid open. But...when he reached up, his fingers didn't reach. He could not reach the top of the music box like he could easily do before. Why was that? He tried a few more times, but his fingers continued to simply brush up against the air. What had happened? He didn't understand.
He focused his magic, and tried to create light so that he could see what was wrong. But for some strange reason, he could not. He tried many times, but nothing was happening. His magic was not working. The puppet began to panic. Why was nothing happening? Did the spell remove his magic? If that was the case, then he would never be able to help the others. And they would be stuck here forever. All because of him. What was he going to do now?
He gasped. He felt something strange press it's way down his cheek. What could that be? He brought his hand up to touch it. And he quickly became aware of two things. First of all, whatever he had touched was wet and warm. Could it be a tear? He had seem many tears before from the children who would come to visit. But why was he shedding one? He had not done so for many years. But the second discovery was much more jarring. Rather then touching the cold and hard mask, he felt something soft and chilled. He could push in, and stretch it out. Was this...skin? A human's skin? His fingers began to shake violently. Had he done it? Was he a human? A real human? He did not know for certain. What he did know however, was that he was certainly not himself any longer.
He felt more tears stream down his face. But he did not understand why he was crying. Perhaps it was fear. Or maybe excitement. He could not say for certain. But whatever it was, he was feeling knots in his stomach, and his heart began to beat out of his chest. His heart...it was beating again. His lungs were filling with air, and his body felt chilled. He was human. But he was also defenseless. He didn't know what he was going to do. He felt unsafe, and truly at the mercy of the world. He curled in his knees, which were covered in a strange fabric, and began to cry. The pizzeria was filled with the ghostly moans and sobs of a child. No one knew where it was coming from. And no one could guess that it was the puppet who was crying.
The noise began to disturb the creatures that wandered. The newer animatronics sat on the stage, rather jarred upon hearing the sobbing. Where was it coming from? Why was there a child in the pizzeria after closing? And why only now had it begun to cry? This worried them quite a bit. So they began to search the place, hoping to find the source.
The puppet was left in the box for goodness knows how long, sobbing and pleading for morning to come and perhaps bring a bit of light. Rather then this however, something else came to his attention. The music. It had stopped playing. Had his music box truly run out already? A moment after this realization, it began to play again. But it was a much different tone. One that made him gasp with shock and fear. This was the warning that played before he was launched from his box and into the control room. He was going to be hurled all the way across the place and most likely be caught by Jeremy. No no no! He tried to knock on the side of the box to get someone's attention. But no one heard him.
Meanwhile, Jeremy sat in the screening room, observing his tablet, and watching for movement. The change of music soon caught his attention as well. He sighed and set the tablet down. He had gotten rather used to this. When he was not careful enough, the puppet would be launched at him. When this happened, he had to catch him, bring him back, and stuff him back into the box. It was rather tedious, for both him and the puppet. Especially because he had to be as quiet as possible, otherwise the others would hear them and come out to 'play.' So annoying...
He stood at the entrance and sighed as he held out his arms. And a moment later, he could hear the spring go off from the other side of the place. But the next sound caught him off guard. A shriek echoed across the place, bouncing off the walls and reaching his ears. He didn't have time to think about it however, as something soon came flying towards him. He didn't know what it was, but whatever it was, it was surely not the puppet! No matter the case however, he held out his arms to catch whatever it was. It slammed into his chest, and he held it in his arms as it started to...cry?!
"What in the world?" Jeremy mumbled as he got a better look at it. "Oh..oh my God. Who are you?"
In his arms, was a small child. Less then half the size of the long puppet. The child's face and hands were white, and it had a head of black hair. It was almost cut like a bowl-cut, but a bit longer. The child wore what looked like a long and black dress with black and white strips down the arms, and big, white buttons down the front. It went past it's feet, so Jeremy could not see them, and the sleeves very nearly covered it's hands. It was almost like a long cloak, too big for the tiny child. Who in the world was this little child? He quickly got his answer, when the child sniffled and looked up at him. His eyes were completely black. There was a big and red spot on each cheek. And trailing down from each eye, was a purple streak, looking just like streaks of tears. Jeremy quickly realized as well, that the child's real tears were also purple. Why, this was the puppet. But he was just a little boy. A scared and upset little boy, who looked no older then two.
How in the world had that happened?