As he slowly woke up, he felt three things.
Pain. Excruciating pain, numb now, and almost forgotten.
Anger. At his past, at his actions, at the world.
The table.
Wait, what?
He sat bolt upright. That was new. Well, saying it was new was a lie, but it had been forever since he last had a sense of touch.
Looking down at himself, he saw his usual purple uniform and black slacks, with his dress shoes on his feet.
Well this hallucination was odd.
He swung his feet off the table, staggering a bit as he readjusted to not having a heavy metal suit on.
As he stumbled towards the door, he caught sight of something yellow out of the corner of his eye. When he turned to look, it was gone.
Weird.
He reached the door and stared at it for a little bit, trying to remember how to use his fingers. Eventually he got the hang of it and managed to push the door open, nearly falling to the floor beyond.
This place didn't look anything like that crappy horror attraction. Come to that, he felt like something monumental had changed, but that was probably just his tired mind messing with him. Again.
As he limped through the halls, he saw that they were in perfect condition. Strange, he didn't remember being moved.
As he pondered the changes that had occurred, it hit him: he was alive again.
The next thing to hit him was the Puppet.
Hey everyone, this is my first fanfiction. I will be uploading more chapters later today.
This will not completely follow the story of Five Nights at Freddy's, but it will go along similar lines