The Puppet wasn't quite sure what to think of her current situation.
Really, it was quite a cruel twist of fate that he was still in his own box, something he usually would've considered normal.
But this time, it wasn't, for one simple reason: she was surrounded by the parts of some of his beloved children.
The marionette scanned around the room rather somberly, stopping every so often to stare at the pieces of the animatronics he so dearly loved, before moving her gaze beyond them, particularly the mangled white fox. Really, he still had difficulty believing what that child of his had done to put them all in here. He slowly looked over at another box a few feet away, where three of the five children he loved the most were tucked away in a peaceful slumber.
He wished he could rip that horrible smile plastered on his face clean off.
As the Puppet stared blankly at the floor, his vision instinctively snapped to something which had fallen out of a nearby box. He glanced around, making sure that there were no staff members coming in to put away the remaining decorations and furniture. Upon assuring that that was not the case, he slowly rose out of the box, casting a towering shadow over the parts around her. Carefully, so as to not knock a mask or arm out of his box, he drifted, almost like a ghost, onto the floor of the Parts and Service room.
In seconds, he was over at the other box, bending down to scoop up the object on the floor in his large fingers. He was about to simply toss it into the box again when he took a good look at it.
He regretted it immediately.
Staring back at him with large, unmoving blue eyes was a small plush bear. A tiny black top hat adorned its head, while its soft, light brown belly was decorated with a little bow tie of the same color. The tall black figure shook as he clutched the Freddy plushie in her hands, not daring to damage it. He had seen it all the time at the Prize Corner with the other plushies, but now he couldn't bring herself to put it away. After all, it was quite possibly the final memory he would have of any of his favorite children.
The final memory.
The marionette couldn't help it. The makeup on his face already resembled tears, but now it felt as if they were as well. He shuddered, curling up and hugging the plushie, sobbing.
He did so for several hours without pause, until he at last fell asleep.
Author's Note: So, here it is, my first fanfic! It took me a while to decide who the main character would be and what it would be about, but eventually I decided on our good ol' puppet pal. This chapter might be a bit short, but trust me; they'll get longer as they go.
R&R would be appreciated! 8D