The Puppet knew that it should be happy. For the first time since it had been murdered, it was now a part of Freddy Fazbear's, able to interact with other kids like Will and his friends used to. However, its body did not carry the same sensations that enabled the other spirits to be able to enjoy life. It didn't really tell a difference.

After the store closed, the Puppet left its box and wandered around its new home. It passed by Toy Freddy, who was searching for sources of sound to indicate customers it could entertain.

"Hey there! Let's put that frown upside down!"

The Puppet floated past Toy Freddy, seeing it only as an empty shell in the same way Toy Freddy only saw it as a sad face to change. It didn't matter. The Puppet was out for a different reason. It couldn't get bored, so staying in its box all night would have been fine to it, had it not been detecting some unsettling disturbances in the Ethereal. It came to the Kid's Corner where it had detected the disturbances. Mangle, seeing a crying child in its vicinity, tried to fulfill its programming.

"Oh lololook! There's a-a-a-time to plplalaynenew friend!"

Under normal circumstances, the Puppet would have felt nothing for this soulless machine…but it wasn't so sure that it didn't have a soul. The fact that there was something that the Puppet was unsure about was disconcerting enough, but this…

Puppet…where's the rest of me?

It was bad enough to hear Peter's call through the Ethereal, but his spirit wasn't the only one here. Through what could be called its eyes, the Puppet noticed two of the Mangle's arms flailing around, grabbing at random objects and pulling them towards itself as if it was blind. The Puppet realized that those arms had come from the Chica animatronic. A third arm flailed around, but its essence matched that of the second head, Bonnie's old head. The result was that the Mangle was unable to stand or coordinate itself properly, pushing itself one way, and then another as the arms fought against each other to slide across the floor.

As the Puppet observed, it realized that the parts taken from Bonnie and Chica to be incorporated into the Mangle had Peter and Lucy's spirits imbued in them. However, the spirits weren't complete. The fragment of Peter's spirit could see (at least through one eye), hear, and interact with its environment through touch, but only with one arm. The fragment of Lucy's spirit could only interact by touch; it couldn't see or speak. Neither spirit had dominant control over the body, only the parts that had originally been on their respective bodies.

Stop moving! Please stop!

"DDDDanance? Why I'dplplay nicelove…!"

Nothing like this had ever existed before, at least as far as the Puppet knew. However, the situation of Mangle presented some more troubling ideas; the Puppet went to the Parts/Service Area.

It occurred to the Puppet that one didn't have to have its connection to the Ethereal to have an idea of the state of the children's spirits. The state of the animatronics was a good indication. It had spent nearly years with them, sensing as their spirits decayed along with their animatronic bodies, bits falling away and being lost as they spent more and more time alone in the dark.

The Freddy animatronic turned its head as the Puppet came through the doorway.

Hey everyone! It's the Puppet! Everyone say hi to the Puppet. Say hi to the Puppet Foxy!

The Foxy animatronic remained where it was, standing and motionless and staring at the floor.

C'mon, Foxy. Say hi to the magic Puppet.

No response.

Say hi to the Puppet Foxy!

The Foxy animatronic twitched a bit.

…Hi.

So Puppet. Have you been having a fun time out there with your new friends?

Will, they're just robots.

Wow! Really? So are we. But I bet they're a lot nicer, aren't they? Don't you think that they look a lot nicer, Foxy?

Greg didn't respond.

I bet that new Foxy is real nice, huh? Isn't the new Foxy nice, Puppet?

Will, stop. I'm here to see Peter and Lucy.

Peter and Lucy? Who are they? You don't think that the Puppet's talking about Bonnie and Chica do you, Foxy?

I know you're not happy, but I'm here to help. I wanted to know what has happened to Peter and Lucy.

The withered Freddy animatronic gestured with his microphone to the other side of the room.

Well, they're right there.

The Puppet had known where Lucy and Peter were, it had just been hoping to get somewhere with Will. That would need to wait for later. As the Puppet analyzed the two, it realized that Peter and Lucy were in much greater need. Bonnie was missing a large portion of his head and its left arm, while Chica was missing its hands, its mouth hanging open and the remains of its arms spread outwards.

Peter? Lucy? It's me.

The Bonnie animatronic turned to the Puppet. There was no response other than it facing the Puppet with the remains of its eyes glowing red in the back of its face.

Peter, I'm here.

The Bonnie animatronic reached out with its right arm, clutching at the air in front of the Puppet. This brought up something the Puppet had feared ever since it saw the Mangle. It floated to the side, but Bonnie continued to reach out in the direction the Puppet had last spoken to it.

Peter?

The Bonnie animatronic swung to the side, grabbing onto the Puppet's hand and holding it in place. It was fortunate that the Puppet's fabric body gave so easily, as Bonnie would have crushed a more solid hand.

Peter, can you not see me?

The Bonnie animatronic kept its hold on the Puppet. It wasn't looking at the Puppet's face, though the Puppet's voice didn't necessarily come from a particular part of its body as much as it simply came from it as a whole. The Puppet could sense Peter still inside of the Bonnie animatronic, though he had lost something.

Peter?

The Bonnie animatronic shook its head.

Can you not speak either?

Again, Bonnie shook its head. It let go and let its arm droop to its side, its head nodding back down.

The Puppet was able to understand things that almost nothing else could, but it was difficult even for it to completely understand what had happened to Peter's spirit. When the Puppet had imbued the animatronics with the children's spirits, the spirits had spread throughout their new bodies. A spirit isn't concentrated in a single part as people might often assume them, balled up in their heads or their chests; a spirit is as much, if not more a part of a body as its blood. When Bonnie's head with its eyes and mouth had been taken away, so had Peter's ability to see and speak. It was not just his ability to see the physical world that had been stolen, but the spiritual as well.

Peter, I'm sorry that this happened to you.

Peter didn't respond, at least in any way the Puppet could understand. The Bonnie animatronic remained where it was slumped over. The Puppet turned its attention to Lucy.

Lucy, are you alright?

The Chica animatronic didn't move. It only stared out into space.

Lucy.

I'm ugly.

Lucy…

I'm disgusting.

Lucy, this isn't even your body…

Look at me!

For Lucy's sake, the Puppet was silenced.

At least when I was at the old restaurant, the kids there liked me! But now…just look at me…

The Puppet had no measure of what looked attractive, though it was aware of the disgust and unease shown to Lucy when employees came to the Parts and Service room and saw the Chica animatronic.

I…I still feel them…

Feel what?

My hands…I still feel my hands…They're bunched up, and I can't let go…I don't want to look at my hands…I don't want to see what they're like now.

The Puppet looked at the exposed wiring in the Chica animatronic's arms where its hands had been pulled out. It couldn't see or sense anything there that matched what Lucy was talking about, but this it could understand. Lucy was experiencing something akin to a "phantom limb" sensation, continuing to feel a part of her body that had been removed. Even with as bizarre and twisted as these animatronics were, they were similar enough to the human body to be able to experience the same phenomenon.

At least we aren't in the dark anymore.

You aren't. We are.

You can still walk around the store…

No one wants to see me. I don't want anyone to see me…

The Puppet, convinced that it would be fruitless to try to comfort these children now, started to leave, but was stopped again by Lucy.

Why did you do this to us?

Do what?

Why couldn't you just let us die?

You weren't moving on. If I didn't put you into another body, you would have just been a spirit, stuck in the Ethereal.

It had to be better than this.

I know that it's bad for you now, but you must believe me when I tell you that it's better.

The Puppet heard Will through the Ethereal.

Say magic Puppet, do you know where the rest of them is?

The Puppet ignored Will. It didn't want to make things more difficult for Peter and Lucy. However, when the Puppet wouldn't answer, Lucy spoke.

Where are they? Where are my hands?

Even Peter was directing his attention towards the Puppet, who gave in. There wouldn't be much of a point to trying to hide the truth from them anyway. They had already started to walk around by themselves again, and it might be better if they found out from the Puppet than finding out for themselves.

Your parts have been incorporated into the new Foxy animatronic.

The Chica animatronic turned to Foxy.

So it's your fault that I'm like this, isn't it?

Greg turned the Foxy animatronic to face the corner away from everyone.

It's because of you that they took my hands. You made me ugly.

The Foxy animatronic was twitching violently. Greg's misery was becoming difficult for the Puppet to deal with.

Children started to take apart Toy Foxy, and it got to the point that the boss decided to just let them, adding your parts to it. No one even calls it Foxy anymore. Now they call it the Mangle.

Lucy and Peter's resentment of Greg didn't go away. The Puppet hoped that with time, they'd see sense and realize that Greg had nothing to do with their situation. Greg wasn't in any situation to open himself to the Puppet. There was however, one more that the Puppet wanted to check up on.

Will, how's Robbie?

For once, Will shut up. The Puppet sensed his anger and sadness, but at least it brought him back into a more coherent state. Will looked to a box next to the Freddy animatronic. The Puppet peered in, seeing the Golden Freddy suit bunched up. The Puppet could sense Robbie's spirit inside, the same crying, lonely spirit that hadn't changed ever since the murders.

Robbie.

There was no response.

Robbie.

Leave him alone.

The Freddy animatronic stood between the Golden Freddy suit and the Puppet. The Puppet backed away. Even with as twisted as Will had become, it was good to see that at least in his relationship with his brother, Will hadn't changed. Robbie was the only thing Will could hold onto right now. However, the Puppet couldn't think of anything to do for Robbie. He had sealed himself away deep within the suit, blind and deaf to everything around him, perhaps even his brother. The Puppet had always defended his choice in placing the spirits of the children inside of the suits, sparing them the fate of wandering the Ethereal, but Robbie was the only one who the Puppet had doubts about whether it had done right by. As the Puppet left the Parts and Service room, his attention was still focused on the brothers.

It's okay Robbie. I'm still here.