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For the first time since night one at Freddy Fazbear's, I was calm heading into the appropriately named "Graveyard Shift." It was true that this Puppet Girl was a member of the Fazbear family but she had taken a fancy to me. She had no reason to lead me on and I doubted that her programming allowed it anyway. Programming aside, she still had a soul…somewhat? Her fascination with me still left more questions open than it answered but maybe I could get those answers out of her tonight. I unlocked the door and headed straight for my desk, hanging my jacket on the wall. Upon taking my seat, I saw that my phone's message light was blinking. That signaled a recording from my manager. The typical tips and tricks to dealing with the animatronics, although I had figured most out by now.

"Don't forget the music box. I'll be honest…I never liked that Puppet thing. It's always…thinking. And it can go anywhere. I don't think the Freddy mask will fool it. Just don't forget the music box."

"I've never been too fond of him either."

I jumped out of my seat at the sudden presence of her voice. She was sitting on the floor, leaning against my desk. The mask had already been placed on the side of her head so facial features were exposed.

"Could you announce your presence next time?"

She nodded, "I'm sorry, Master. I thought you heard me walk in." She must not notice that her footsteps are untraceable compared to the members of her family. Their movements echoed through the halls, making it easier to detect their presence. Just because you have the ability to go anywhere doesn't mean that you use it.

"I didn't expect to see you as soon as I walked in the door."

She just cocked her head to analyze my face. "Well I promised you I'd be waiting. There were no parties today so I never left my room." I nodded, not really sure what to say past that. My knowledge of what went on during the day shift was limited. As far as I knew there was another man who worked security but I assumed it was my manager.

Puppet just continues to stare at me. The music box had already been wound to capacity. Even though I was not physically in my possession, I assume that she still considers me the one in control. She truly had no free will of her own to decide what she should do next under the music's spell. To be honest, neither did I. How was I supposed to spend time with someone I barely knew and to top it all off was not a human? Could she keep telling me about her day? Her 'feelings?' All she knew was this restaurant. Like it or not, she was the one salvation I had in this hell hole. I had to take advantage of this. "So," I asked, "Is there anything in particular you would like to do?" The look conveyed a lack of understanding.

"You're the master. Not me. I want to know what you want to do."

Again, no help at all. No free will, just complete submission. I should come up with something…not so in the open for the other animatronics to interrupt. Puppet stands, leaning on the side of my desk. "Is there a place we can go? So the other animatronics won't know that I am wandering the halls with you?" She nods slightly. "I could show you the prize room. It's typically accessible most of the time. That's one of my hiding spots." I somewhat remembered that room from my tour. Freddy Fazbear's didn't have a plethora of arcade games but I couldn't imagine small, plush toys of the night wanderers costing all that much. The correct number of tickets must be somewhat obtainable or maybe you were given a certain amount if you were having a birthday party?

"If it's easily accessible, won't they be able to find us?"

She shakes her head. "They usually don't wander close to that room. I don't know if it's because the music box is stationed nearby. The music only affects me but usually keeps them away. Maybe there's a noise in the song that registers in the programming? Sound doesn't register as well with them compared to myself. They rely more on their eyes. The only time their hearing program increases is when they are recharging."

I've never seen her, or any of the animatronics for that matter, in a charging mode. The ones on stage could be stepping on a panel of some sort to complete the task but for Puppet... there seemed to be no visible form of a charger.

"Would you like to see that room? Even if they do come, I'll know soon enough. At that point, we can move to my secret room." She smiles. "Sure. Why don't we just do that?" We had been standing there for some time. I honestly would not like to wander this place as the night progressed.

She reaches out takes my free hand, leaving the monitor in the other. "It couldn't hurt to keep that. Physically seeing their locations could only be beneficial. I would keep the flashlight as well just in case though." She starts to walk down the hallway to my right. There doesn't seem to be any other sound except the echo of my footsteps. Her steps lack the slightest bit of sound. It only reinforced how she was able to sneak up on me earlier or move about unnoticed.

Of course she didn't do it on purpose but again how would I know even if she did? She seemed to walk with a skip in her step as if she was happy. It's all part of her programming, correct? She couldn't actually feel emotions, as that would be way too life like. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the blue Bonnie passing in the hallway. Luckily, he didn't seem to notice but that didn't slow the pace.

"Bonnie the Bunny. Chica the Chicken. Freddy Fazbear. Foxy the Fox." I muttered to myself in realization. It's funny that there was a clear alliteration in these character names...except for one. "Hey, Puppet, "I start. "Yes, Master?" She glanced back at me over her shoulder.

"Do you have a name?"

She stops and turns to me, releasing my hand. "I don't understand the question." Working over the words in my head, I attempt to explain.

"What I mean is Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, Foxy all have alliterative names. Hell, even Balloon Boy but you are just 'Puppet.' They didn't give you a name other than a description? Puppet is just calling you what you are."

She shakes her head. "No, I've never had a name. I'm the Puppet or Marionette. I've heard that's just a fancy way of saying the same thing. You have to be considered a main part of the Fazbear crew in order to have such an honor bestowed upon you. Unless you are Mangle, who was given her name by the staff."

We turn the corner, approaching a blue door. "This is the back door to the Prize Stand but luckily the grate is down in the front. They may have special equipment installed in their eyes but part of their hearing is impaired because of it. That's for the older models. The newer ones are just as visual based but their hearing is a tad bit better."

"So where did the is older models come from?" I asked as she opens the door.

"They're from the previous location. I remember very little before this building. However, those memories are useless because I am a member of the newer model set. Those functions serve no purpose." She closes the door behind me after I enter and turns on the light. I'm greeted by shelves of plush versions of the animatronics, although their eyes were too big for little, sewn heads. I took into account their animatronic counterparts. It was the main four as usual.

"Puppet, another question."

"Yes, Master?" She responded, quite cheerfully. She stood nearby, swinging her arms back and forth. "Why are there no plush toys of you? I just see the ones that are on the stage." "I told you, Master. I'm not one of the main attractions. I just fall in the rest, nothing special." It almost seemed as if I was speaking to a child. Her childlike mind had already been exposed to what society expected of her and she accepted that there was no place for her.

Considering that the cruel rules of society had found their way into a family facility seemed a tad bit unconventional. But then again, so did having an animatronic that looked like a young girl. The sound of the music box was still playing through the surveillance device in my hand, echoing nearby. I didn't think to wind it anymore. The full rewinding of the music box covered a substantial amount of time and I had nothing to fear, right? She has yet to show any signs of hostility towards me. The night before she seemed almost caring. As the only human to interact with her on a personal level, if you could call it that, I had to keep her mind set as positive towards me as possible. I needed this job and if I had to befriend the animatronic girl to do so then so be it. What harm could she actually do? She didn't have feelings so it wasn't like she had anything I could break. I imagine her physical form was more than intact.

I was never an emotional person myself. Not to say that I didn't feel like a robot at times. Maybe it was why I was drawn to her but I was never fully able to express the emotions I wanted to, steaming from a rough upbringing. Nothing that other people in life hadn't experienced. "Which toy is picked the most?" I ask, approaching the shelves. "Freddy of course! This is Freddy Fazbear's Pizza after all." She returned to my side, pointing to the stuffed bear. I pick up a Freddy plush, rotating it as to be viewed from every angle. Decent quality but then again, most children grow out of toys from locations like this quickly. "These are a lot cuter than the actual things." I comment, holding it out towards Puppet. She nods, taking the doll and not seeming to have an opinion either way. The look on her face suddenly dropped as she held the doll with both hands by its sides.

Her eyes locked with the dark beads with an expression that seemed almost frightened. Puppet's frame started to tremble, whimpers escaping her mouth. Plush Freddy soon met the floor and her hands flew into brown locks. The whimpers continued as she stumbled a few steps back. "Puppet? What is it?" I ask, approaching quickly and touching her shoulder. She jumps, eyes instantly connecting with mine. "I-I'm sorry, Master. I think I…crashed for a moment." She explained, retrieving the doll and returning it to its proper place. "That can happen?" My manager never mentioned what to do if an animatronic crashed. Would there be anything I could do? "Yes, but I'm fine now." She smiled, fixing her hair.

"You crashed from holding a stuffed bear?"

She nodded, but it seemed somewhat hesitant. "It's fabric and cotton. Did it activate a program or something?" I asked, trying to figure out what I had just seen. She reacted as if she was having a horrible flashback but that's impossible. "Sort of? I saw…something. But it doesn't make any sense." She explained, but her domineer continued. "What was it?" I prop myself up on the counter.

"I saw…a doll like this in my hands…and children. I must have been crouched down because we were the same height. But the location…I don't know where it was. It didn't look like any room in the building."

She seemed troubled. It must have been a short circuit of an older memory in her data banks. I doubted that it was anything significant. I patted the seat next to me. "Don't worry about it. It was probably nothing." She joined me, having to jump a little due to her short stature. "How can you be so sure?" She asked. I shrugged. Honestly I had no idea but I'd rather not focus on something that could make her breakdown. More than likely I'd get blamed for that. Silence enveloped the room for a decent amount of time. Initiating conversation had never been a strong point for me but now was a better time than any to learn.

"So are the children grateful to you when you perform for them?"

"Maybe to my family on stage."

"Hasn't anybody ever told you 'thank you'?"

She shook her head.

"These kids don't thank me."

I sighed. Talking to her was getting increasingly difficult. "Children can be a pain. I'm still not sure if I want to have them." She cocked her head to the side, bringing her legs up to cross them. "They are difficult if their parents choose not to raise them in such a way. Most are very respectful." Her explanation sounds like something a grammar school therapist may say to the parents of a troubled youth. "Well I guess that's going to be your view unless you set foot outside into the real world." She seemed to process my words carefully. More than likely, she had never stepped foot outside of Freddy's. This made the conversation even harder. Like talking to a maximum security prisoner about the weather. My eyes wander the room, coming to rest on a giant present.

"What's in that? The ultimate prize choice?"

She laughed a little, "That's my bed."

I looked at her and back to the box. Not the answer I expected. She slept, and not knowing what she meant by 'slept', in a giant gift box? They designed her to look like a human but they couldn't give her a bed like one? Maybe it was time that I started asking her for some insight into the side of the Fazbear Family that I had only scratched the surface of.

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