I lay awake on the cold hard ground. My very breath being taken away as I try to gasp for air. The blood filled my mouth with a bitter copper taste. I try to move but my arms were bent back from the fall. Probably broken in place as my neck seemed to be. I coughed rapidly as the dazed glimpse of what was in front of me blurred to no visual. I couldn't speak nor run from my own self as it laid motionless. The man upstairs walks back leaving the door bent open. The man who pushed me to this spot that might be my very own death. Kids upstairs were loud and at the very party my dad supposedly was throwing for me but it all was a trap as the man lead them down one by one. I was still alive surprisingly as I caught a glimpse of the children screaming before an ax it them. I wanted to get help for each and every one of them but I too was fallen. Into the very room, I was kept in the basement. I watched a gruesome seen through the doorcase. Each one fell without any signs of hope for the next life. I wish I could have gotten to them before all this happened but I was too weak to even stand against my own. The beginning was always harsh as the party upstairs went on. Before I sat at the side as all the kids cheered in happiness at the show. This was before our end demise when I was simply drawing cartoons to get out of my own mind. I didn't know any and kept to myself but how can I predict a mass genocide to come. I still was alive as the last of the kids were chopped up and stuffed into machines. The cries all died out when I was left surely to die on my own. My father realized I haven't yet gone and dragged me to a big stuffed teddy bear he got from the theme park days ahead when he was a security guard before owning a pizzeria. He made all this just to hurt others for pleasure or much hate for the younger generation. I was still unconscious when I managed to scream why as he pushed me into a teddy bear that was ragged and worn. As I was stuffed in the teddy bear had a voice box that went off at the pressing of my body. A simple "I love you" peaked from the fur in a loud horrifying voice. I was enclosed in darkness. Still, eyes open as the stuffing made the bleeding in my mouth worse as it suffocated me from within. That was the end of me. Shear pain, darkness commenting my last few minutes on earth before my heart and breath finally ended. I fell asleep trying to forget the horrible nightmare I witness. What causes a person to commit such a heinous crime? The answers were just unclear as the night fell and the basement door was shut and locked to a place forgotten. I didn't stay gone for long as the memory burned in everyone's mind. The massacre was too great to be forgotten and the placed closed. My drawings of children cartoons left on the table forever into dust as the crime scene was left untouched. The moment of death was not without any mercy. A few years later the teddy bear I was consumed in began to twitch. My soul was not at rest because of all the lives lost. My spirit was in too much despair to leave the place I lost everything in. The eyes awoke and soon I could see again. "I'm alive?" I say softly the mouthpiece moving with my lips. I couldn't believe what I was as I glared at the fur paws golden but a dirty yellow. I thought I was dreaming as time was lost since that day on October 23 just days before Halloween. That was in 1972 and now it was 1985. I thought the afterlife would have been different but it turns out I was just asleep through it all. I raised in the very room I lost my life as I stumbled through. I went to that very doorway I saw the children taken in for slaughter and saw the very animatronic suits rusted in front laying crossed as if they were left to be. I go in screaming and crying as the rage-filled my whole body, or what was left inside this creature I stood in. I went to one of them and hugged it without care tightly in my hands. My heart was filled with agony as the soulless body touched against my own. "What has he done to you all?" I cried looking at all the empty bodies. I never really knew them but in the short time, I knew they didn't deserve this. If anything I did but I just softly laid down letting the tears throw through the suit. When something of a dark figure raised behind me.
"This was not your fault, son." They said softly a women voice. "This was work of a monster." They walked before me a mannequin marionette doll in looks. As her cheeks peeked red of plastic whites and blacks. Is this death I wondered as I still hold my fallen brother in my grips.
"Why would somebody do this?" I asked raspy in my voice. Letting go until the machine woke up and grabbed me. I quickly looked back towards the bunny I once drew called Bonnie as their eyes lit up. "You're alive too?!" I screamed hugging them right back. They were confused as more begin to wake up. Chika, Freddy their alive too. The marionette looked to all of them then back at me.
"These are your fallen brothers and sisters." She said lightly trying to take my hand. I willingly took it and rose up to meet their eyes.
"Who are you?" I asked my family silenced.
"I'm their mother and yours but you can call me the Puppet. I have brought you all back to life again. Since your lives were cut short by the man in purple." In the story, they called him the Purple Man because of nothing more vivid suits the faceless man without remorse. "I was the women who died to get the man captured for his crimes. I watched him die at electrocution but still, he lived on long after I was gone. I came back after death to right the wrongs done here as the situation was never unmasked. The tones in her voice were soft, comforting, but sincere. And I knew she was one to care as the others began to stand in front lined up in a row. " Golden Freddy, that's what we will call you." I looked to her and realized that my name at death no longer mattered or existed as I took the one given. Days past and soon the pizzeria reopened under new management. The place called Freddy's Fazbear Pizza taken its place in history and us along with it. Year's we break, years we are rebuilt. The days though never left our minds as we play the same songs over again and me in the background hidden. Rumors begin to drift around of the animatronic's moving not there own and attacks. I knew the truth though that the people who take the night guard shift were all consumed by the evil that remained. It wasn't fear to take them and to make them act this way and not hate that drove us all from our sleep. It was the truth that evil people come and go thinking they could get away with hurting the innocence behind closed doors but we didn't let that happen as their protectors of the night. The puppet remained in her box of secrets, helping to fix when we get damaged. I ran into her a few times in my silence as I did not exist to the rest. She was drawing a picture of the sun and children all holding hands with happy faces. She dreamed of better times where the family was unharmed and I sympathized with that idea. Is life no more than this along with death? Haunting memories of the past, false accusations. We were no more than kids who deserved better with a home and friendly family there to hug and kiss us goodnight. But here we all are still rusting even with new plats and upgrades. Still crying in our own blood and tears even if I was the only one with memories before. I slept, surprisingly I could sleep and soon my life changed as I started waking up in a dream. A room of a child as a smiling teddy bear, I thought it was a home of my mind as I observed this world. A nightmare realm with versions of us but way bigger, more teeth and so to say more scarier. I wondered every night why the child was haunted. At first, I thought it was a past memory of me but soon I learned it was our own enemy trapped in his own hell as I started talking to the nightmare within the closet. You'd figure I'd stay out of all of it but curiosity got me as we spoke. His voice low toned he spoke of many nights dreaming of peace. Hard to believe a big guy like that would want such things. Specialty with haunting a child of a murder grown to be in a relapse of days. He got what he deserved the others said as I told them the story of my nightmares. I had to side with them as much as I cared about the youth. He did end all our lives without remorse and cut our very lives short from what could have been. Through it all, I kept going back to the one I called Nightmare. Speaking more or what could have been but he just kept reminding me past was passed yet here he is stuck in a cycle of the same days. What did he know of the future I wondered hoping off the bed to walk towards him. Never did he once come out from the closet but a glimpse I saw why. The other nightmares didn't speak but glared with curiosity. I did not fit in and I knew it and why was I a little teddy bear compared to the body size one I was in when awake. I didn't even fit in when alive as a human but here they accepted me more as they started to anticipate my arrival. Growing on them I thought as we all became more than family we became reunited as soul brothers and sisters. Looking out for one another was all we had in the world. We couldn't speak to the living without freaking them out.