I'm sorry to go into the details, but I must if I am to tell this story.
It wasn't easy work getting them into the suits. At first, all I did was cry. These children didn't deserve this at all.
Well, I guess I couldn't really call them all children.
One boy was a teen that looked about twelve. I guess he had tried to protect the children. I felt bad for him. He had failed. I decided I'd give him another chance. I'd make him the leader; I'd make him Freddy Fazbear.
The children were next to decide. The girl with yellow blonde hair would be Chica and the boy with the fake pirate hook would be Foxy, which left the boy with the dorky glasses with Bonnie.
I dragged their bodies out in front of their matched animatronic, then realizing there was one child left. I felt so bad for her, she had no animatronic to go to. I looked towards the lump golden Freddy suit in the corner. I seriously felt bad for this last child. To be haunting the suit of which the man who killed you used.
Yet there was no other option.
I dragged out the suit into the dining area, then put the last body in front of it. The girl had a mix of blonde and brown hair. Her eyes were still open, and strangely they were all white.
Oh that was not fair! She was blind, and this,..this Purple Guy had just deceived her because of her disability! I was pissed off even more now.
After I finished dragging the blind girl in front of the golden Freddy suit, I began...stuffing their bodies into the suits. Freddy, then Bonnie, then Chica, Foxy, and lastly Golden Freddy.
Sad, and tired, I fell to my knees and then onto my back on the floor. None of them moved. Did I do something wrong?
I felt something in the air, just hovering there. They were afraid, nervous.
I began to sing.
"I Gave you Gifts, I Gave you Life,
All of us killed by a knife.
It's not fair,
But I care.
So here's me giving you a chance,
Animatronics at first glance,
But you are oh-so much more,
So here I am giving you hidden lore.
Please don't be nervous or vexed,
Because I'll be looking over you, One Night After The Next."
As I began to sing, I could feel the tension slowly slip away.
I got up and left them to clean up all the...blood that had spilled. After that, I slid back into the cardboard box I had been in, exhausted. I fell asleep very quickly.
When I woke up again, it was because my box (with me in it, mind you) was thrown across the room, into the dining area, and into the wall. Hard.
I groaned, as I didn't expect to feel the pain that I did. The box landed upside down, so it was on top of me. The box suddenly lifted and was thrown away, leaving me laying there.
A tall figure appeared above me. Freddy.
"You bastard! You did this to us; killed us!" he roared.
Now it was my turn to be nervous.
"I-I didn't! You've made a mistake, I helped you!" I managed to say.
Surprise crossed his face for just a second, so fast it could've been my imagination. But it wasn't. He was probably surprised I had a female voice, hence me being female. The look went away as fast as it came.
"BS," he said, picking me up by my neck. He looked me in the face before throwing me into the metal kitchen door.
As I hit the floor, I moaned quietly. I didn't want any more pain.
Maybe that's what made me snap, I honestly don't know.
I could hear Freddy walking over to me, knowing he was about to pick me up and throw me again.
I would be weak no longer. I would show this damn boy what he was messing with.
I stood up, and looked him squarely in the eyes.
"I am done being thrown around like a damn puppet. Sure that's what I look like on the outside, but I am so much more on the inside. But what one of those things inside me is not, is a puppet. I have been MURDERED! JUST LIKE YOU! BY THE SAME FUCKING MAN!" I started to yell, finally losing my temper. Freddy had stopped walking towards me and had listened.
Calming down, I continued to speak.
"I'm trying to help you, to help all of you. It isn't fair what happened to us, so I made it fair by giving you all a second chance at life. I Gave Life, and I can easily take it away," I finished.
He stood there in a silence awe.
The thing that broke that silence was the dramatic clapping from the show stage.
"Bravo, creepy clown dude!" Bonnie said from the stage, still clapping. Looking over to him, he and Chica had sat in dining area chairs on the stage and were eating popcorn.
I rolled my eyes. "One, I'm a marionette. Two, I'm a girl."
"You've got some makeup problems then," he replied, laughing at his own joke.
"Piss off, Bonnie!" Freddy said, Chica at the same time nudging him.
"Jeez, okay grumpy old bear!" Bonnie said, getting up and beginning to put the chairs back.
I wondered how long I'd been sleeping. It'd felt just like a few seconds, but I knew it was so much longer.
"If you really helped us," Freddy started saying, breaking the silence. "Then help us now."
"What's wrong?" I asked him, suddenly concerned.
"Well, come," he said, walking away. I followed him over to a poster.
We Will Be Closing Our Doors On July 17 Due To Classified Reasons
I stared at the poster with it's large picture of Fazbear Entertainment's logo.
"July seventeenth is tomorrow," Freddy mentioned.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked, clueless.
"Prevent this from happening," he replied, surprised I didn't know.
"I can't do that. We obviously know "Classified Reasons" stands for the six children that were murdered. There's no way to avoid this," I said, starting to walk away.
"Are you sure, there's nothing?" Freddy asked, reaching out and grabbing my arm.
I spun around and looked at him in the eyes.
"Well of course there may be a potential buyer of the place, but we, can't do anything," I said.
We lingered there for a second, looking at each other silently. I swear I saw him wink at me, but before I could register it he let go of my arm.
"Thank you for at least trying," he said, clearing his throat and walking to Bonnie and Chica.
I stood there for a second, wondering what the hell had just happened.
Had...had Freddy Fazbear just...flirted with me?!
I was so outraged but so calm at the same time. How was that possible.
I shook off the feeling and began to walk backstage when I heard crying. I walked towards the crying sound and found myself in Pirate's Cove.
Was Foxy...crying?
"Foxy?" I called out silently.
The crying abruptly stopped.
"Who...who 'tis it?" his voice wavered.
"Someone you haven't met. My name is Mari, I want to help you like I have before," I explained.
He stayed silent, and I gave this as my cue to carry on talking.
"I heard you crying. What's wrong?"
I heard rustling inside before the curtains slightly moved, revealing his fox self.
"Don't t'ink te' others like me. T'ey stare at me t'en shake 'eir heads 'n walk 'way…," he trailed off.
"Do you ever come out of Pirate's Cove?" I asked him. He shook his head.
"Foxy, are they staring at you or at Pirate's Cove?"
"I-" he began, but then he stopped. "I guess t'ey're starin' at t'e cove…" he trailed off.
"Mmh. So it's not that they don't like you, it's that they're worried about you because you haven't ever really showed yourself. Right?" I tried explaining to him.
It took Foxy a second, then he began nodding. "Ye', I guess so. Sh'ed go introduce meself t'e t'em I guess…," he trailed off. He grinned a toothy smile at me. "T'ank ye' Mari!" he finished.
I walked out of Pirate's Cove to go say hi to the others. Meanwhile, I went back to my box to go to bed.
So much had happened in such little time. Well, it felt like such little time for me. Sixteen years passed from the time I was "dead" to the time I came to haunt this marionette. It was odd though. I didn't feel a day over seventeen. I guess we animatronics stop aging at seventeen, showing how we will never become adults.
As I began to fall asleep, I realized that I'd have to hope for the best for the crew. And for myself. I'd made a promise to them, that I'd look over them.
One Night After The Next.