Puppet Strings Of The Past
Summary
Chica feels like she's being used, like a puppet. But is it just a feeling of boredom? Chica may have to ask the Puppet mistress herself for help. Will they both free themselves from the strings of the past that tie them down? And along the way they'll meet new and old friends alike.
Many Questions And Secrets
I sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that night. Three Moons! Why do I feel like I'm controlled by someone else? Is my mind even my own? I sighed again.
"Maybe the Puppet will know?" I muttered to myself as I left the stage and I began to make my way to the Prize Corner. I stopped in the entrance of the Prize Corner, I had always been a bit terrified of the Puppet, I never told the others... obviously. I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice that the Puppet was right in front of me until she spoke.
"Hi. What's up? It must be something really important because you are usually never one to come near the prize Corner." She observed with a tilt of her head. I let out a surprised shriek, but Puppet covered my mouth with a hand.
"Shh, we don't want to alert the others do we? I think that would be a bad idea." The Puppet said with a thoughtful hmm sound. I slowly nodded in response.
"The others are like animals. But I am very aware." The Puppet said, as she guided me into the room. I blinked in confusion.
"You sound like a child." I blurted out before I could even think about it. The puppet just giggled quietly and replied.
"Your pretty observant I see. Your correct, I am indeed a child chickadee." The puppet said, with a laugh of childish amusement. I just blinked in surprise.
"Wait, what? Really?" I exclaimed. For years I had suspected that the Puppet seamed younger then us, and I was right. The puppet giggled again.
"Now, what was it you came here for Chica? I can tell you have a lot of questions." I blinked again. How did she figure that out? I wondered in bewilderment.
"Hee Hee. Silly yellowbird, it shows plainly on your face." She said, tilting her head again. I stiffened at the nickname. I sighed in defeat and spoke up.
I explained to her everything that was on my mind. And by the time I was finished, the Puppet had a thoughtful look on her face... well I think she did.
"Hmm, I get why you didn't tell the others. Their not... well... let's just say they aren't as patient and understanding." The Puppet remarked with a hint of frustration and amusement in her words.
"You know... these robots wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for me... well your robots wouldn't be... mine was designed to keep an eye on me and protect me... but... well... it ended with me and the Puppet both dying. Me from injuries... and the puppet going out in the rain... I then became the Puppet... I-I don't want to explain the rest, it's far to sad..." Puppet explained, her voice becoming sad and broken.
I could only stare in both complete shock and any horror. I had not none of that. But why had Puppet told me all of this? I wondered in confusion.
PUPPET
I was boooored! I sighed and banged my head against the inside of my box. I then began to sing pop goes the weasel. Why? Cause I'm bored!
"All around the Mulberry Bush, The monkey chased the weasel. The monkey stopped to pull up his sock, Pop! goes the weasel. Half a pound of tuppenny rice, Half a pound of treacle. Mix it up and make it nice, Pop! goes the weasel." I laughed quietly to myself as I kept singing for a while longer. Yes, I know both versions of the song. I then sang the other version for my own amusement.
"Half a pound of tuppenny rice, Half a pound of treacle. That's the way the money goes, Pop! goes the weasel. Up and down the City road, In and out the Eagle, That's the way the money goes, Pop! goes the weasel." I laughed quietly to myself as I kept singing for a while longer.
I suddenly stopped when I heard the sound of metal footsteps. I peeked my head out of my box to see Fredy. I tilted my head.
"Hay Puppet? What are you doing? There's no night guards, so why are you singing pop goes the weasel?" I just sighed and replied with a childish whine.
"Because I'm booored!" I complained, rolling my eye-lights in annoyance. Fredy just laughed quietly and left the room.
I sighed again, ugh! Why am I soooooo boooored? I just decided to take a nap instead. I yawned and curled up and fell asleep.