Introduction:
Death is a funny thing, nobody really knows what happens afterwards, and me least of all, I'm Mary, a child forced to live a never ending nightmare, well, it's not living, not at all, I'm dead, gone, I have been for awhile now. I was murdered, a child, a girl by the name of Mary, well, that's all I remember, I know who I was, and that I was murdered. I'm still here, watching, waiting, nobody knows exactly what I am and nobody knows where my body went, but I'm now the puppet, named the Marionette by many people. I am a dead child's spirit, trapped in a silent, watching, "animatronic" puppet that resides in my final resting place Fredbear Family Diner.
From what I can tell, I've been stuck in this body for 4 weeks, and thanks to my death, nobody comes in here anymore, nobody wants to, now that they know there's a killer on the loose, why would they want to, with a chance for their children to get killed. The workers are all expecting for the doors to close within a week, because without customers, there is no money made, therefore no point in business, or so I've heard.
I've been pondering for awhile, about how and why I died, I mean what sick person would actually try to kill a kid, I'm angry, I still haven't quite figured out how to move the shell I've been placed in, but once I do, the man who killed me will pay, dearly, I will make sure of that. But while I can't do that, I'll wait, and listen, I was always told I was a good listener, even as a young child. I don't mind the wait, as long as in the end, that man dies, then I can wait for centuries.