Alone. Always alone.
The Puppet had been in the back room of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza for a long time. Employees didn't like to come back there often because of the Puppet. It was never in the same place twice when they went in. They always assumed that someone had moved it, though sometimes, the employees would share stories at breaks about the Puppet, like how it was always staring at them, or how they sometimes felt that when they weren't looking at it, the Puppet was floating in the air behind them.
Sometimes, the Puppet thought about Brendon's life. It worried about Brendon's parents. It knew that they were sad for what happened, wishing that they had done something different to keep this terrible thing from happening to their son. Perhaps instead of letting him walk the short distance home from school, they could have insisted that he ride on the bus where he was safe. The Puppet sensed it one day, when Brendon's mother overdosed on depression medication. A month later, Brendon's father turned the car on in his garage and kept the motor running. He didn't move, only staring at a picture of him playing catch with Brendon as he fell asleep. The Puppet sensed these things, and cried.
The Puppet was indeed staring at the employees that came into the back room. They were wearing purple. Purple was bad.
Something bad was coming.