Thank you for the overwhelming response to this fanfiction. It makes me extremely happy to know that people are enjoying the development of the characters. I apologize for the delay in updating, I was preparing / attending Anime Boston this past weekend.

There was a slight, electrical hum in the air. Neither Chica nor Puppet had moved since collapsing. A shutter ran through me as I slowly stood up. What just happened? Puppet sounded like a completely different person and what exactly had she done to Chica? Hopefully they were still functional, or else I may find myself looking for a new job. My steps echoed as I approached the fallen animatronics. I slowly knelt down and placed my hand on Puppet's shoulder. "Puppet?" No response. I turned her over and held her close. She looked as if she could be asleep.

I attempted to shake her again. "Come on, Puppet. Open your eyes." A few noises emitted from her body, similar to an electrical device starting up. At least she was responsive. An animatronic technically couldn't die but that fear had passed through my mind. Slowly her eyes opened, taking in the surroundings. Finally, they came to rest on mine. "Master…" A slight smile crept onto the corner of her lips. "Are you alright?" I sat her up, still holding her close. She nodded, bringing a hand up to her head. "What happened?" "You don't remember? You fought off Toy Chica." Her eyes widened, her head quickly turned to the fallen animatronic. Although she had been the victim of Chica's assault, Puppet had rendered her attacker helpless.

"I need to check her!"

Puppet slipped from my arms as I watched her hands fly up to the collar of her dress. She started to unbutton it, exposing her chest. "What- what are you doing?!" I asked, somewhat averting my eyes. "I need to make sure I didn't fry her central processor! The wires are under my neckline." She explained, opening a little past her bra. I was surprised that she had a bra at all. They really did think of everything. My eyes moved from her chest, which I felt bad for staring at so long, to a more interesting sight: her neckline. Along the "collar bones" had a set of ports where wires could be connected and a few small blinking lights, more than likely depicting functionality. She clicked a button on her left side, opening a small hole that ejected a tip of a wire. Puppet extracted the wire from her chest and moved closer to Chica. She pushed the side of her head, causing a panel to lift. I watched as she continued to plug herself into the endoskeleton.

A sound that resembled a cassette being rewound and rotating into play mode emitted from Chica. A few minutes passed in silence. Finally, Puppet unplugged herself and shut the panel. The wire retracted with Puppet proceeding to button up her dress. "She'll be fine. Just forced into shut down. We should bring the rest of your meal back to the room." "I'm good actually." I deposited the remains in the trash can. We exited the kitchen, promptly heading back to the prize room. "Soooooo what happened back there?" I asked.

"I'm not exactly sure…I know what I did but I don't remember anything."

"Has this…happened before?"

At first she didn't answer, "Yes…I've lost control before."

As soon as we reached the room, Puppet quickly retrieved her mask and placed it on the side of her head. I picked up my handheld and wound the music box to capacity. Although Puppet seemed to be back to normal, I didn't want to leave anything to chance after what I had just seen. "There is another reason I'm kept under control…I'm the main server. I have the ability to shut any of them down, even without being plugged in." Her face seemed almost remorseful. "So is that what you meant by giving them life?" Puppet just stared back at me. "I don't know what you are talking about." She took a seat against the wall, farthest from me.

"Right before you collapsed, you told Chica that you gave them life and you could take it away." I explained, leaning against the counter. Puppet pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. "I don't remember saying that. In fact, I'm sure that I didn't." Controlling the impulse to correct her knowing that I had indeed heard those words, I realized that her coding must block all memories of the incident. Her coding was so complex at times, making me wish for a manual. The remainder of the night passed in silence before my left hand started to make a noise. I looked at my watch, signaling that it was now 6am and my shift was over. Puppet knew it too.

She slowly stood and curtsied as she did when she greeted me. "Your shift is over, Master. I apologize for the incidents that occurred. Please forgive me." I walked over to her and embraced her. Her formed seemed to stiffen, unsure of what I was doing. Honestly, I was unsure myself. Soon after, her arms raised and mimicked my actions. A hug was a foreign action to someone who needed the most comfort. I quickly scooped her up into my arms, causing a shocked noise from her.

I walked over to her box, looking inside to see a plain comforter thrown inside. I slowly lowered her down, the confusion still clearly present in her eyes but it was coupled with a small smile in the corner of her mouth. "Go into sleep mode for now. You'll have children everywhere before you know it." Her smile widened. "Yes, Master."

"I'll see you tonight, ok?"

"Yes, Master. Have a good day!"

I tried to sleep soundly when I made it back to my apartment but it was wishful thinking. When I managed to fall asleep, all I dreamt about were the horrors of Freddy Fazbear's that I had learned about and witnessed earlier that morning. I was determined to find out as much as possible on my own, highly doubting management would tell me anything. As luck would have it, there was a building downtown that could help me out. I had errands to run anyway. After a few hours of sleep, I dragged myself from bed and threw on my clothes.

The weather was sunny and warm enough to only require a light jacket. Everything was in walking distance from my apartment, which was convenient. Various people passed, completely absorbed in themselves. The human race seemed to take emotions and the world around them for granted. It made me wonder if Puppet had ever desired to go outside. She seemed to have a natural curiosity about her. My first stop was the only place that might hold answers for me: the library. In the back of the building was a microfiche server. Hopefully the librarian could help me navigate the news clippings. I walked through the doors and approached the front desk. The librarian looked up from her book, smiling at me. She was a middle aged woman with greying hair and kind, brown eyes.

"May I help you, young man?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I'd like to use the microfiche to research some computer articles please."

She nodded, coming out from behind her desk and motioning for me to follow her. "What are you looking up exactly?" I shuffled behind her, taking in my surroundings. "Actually, I'm trying to learn about the rumors and history of the Freddy Fazbear Entertainment franchise." She let out an amused laugh. "I was just there last weekend. My granddaughter loves that place. She loves all of the robot animals and has every plushie." She smiled.

"Even the puppet?"

She turned to me, confusion on her face. "A puppet? Is he new?" "No, she's not. Black dress with striped arm and leg warmers? She has a white mask." As we approached the machine, she seemed to be recalling her recent time there. "The only person I remember dressed like that was the young waitress. No machine though." Puppet really had people fooled. "I must be mistaken then. So you remember the waitress?" She seemed even more confused than a moment before. "A little. She was very sweet. I did feel bad for her though. Her coworkers would just watch as she did all of the work. Why are you so interested in that place?"

"I heard that there were negative rumors surrounding the company."

She nodded, typing the word 'Fazbear' into the system. "I've heard a few myself to be honest. Now you have my curiosity." She laughed, pulling up the first news clipping. The familiar blacked out segments were no surprise, more than likely to cover the names. I read the headline, my breath somewhat catching.

"Fredbear's Diner murder?"

The librarian seemed just as shocked. I started to read the article, depicting a horrible crime. According to the article, a small girl was murdered outside of the restaurant. Witnesses claim the small girl was crying just outside the diner as the bear animatronic, which I assume was Freddy, was distributing cake to other children. The witness went on to report a man in purple pull up in his car and approach the small girl, initially presumed to be her father, before brutally murdering her. No one could accurately recall the exact method, but the body was left on the property with a bloody, stuffed bear from the diner in her grasp. The man escaped before anyone could rush outside to stop him.

All of the identifying information had been blacked out. "That poor child..." The librarian said, "this is too much for an old woman's heart. I hope you find what you are looking for." And with that, she was gone. I reread the article once more, taking in the information. This is where it all began. I flipped to the next article which described the purchase of the diner by Fazbear Entertainment, planning to bring in more animatronics to the family restaurant to be opened later in the year. There wasn't too much I could gather from that so I moved on.

The first Freddy Fazbear's Pizza and its grand opening.

Other articles went on to talk about a man using a golden Freddy costume to lure children to the back room to be murdered. Although he was caught, the bodies were never recovered. The restaurant remained open for a few more months but was eventually shut down due to sanitation complaints. There were numerous complaints about the robots being the source of the foul odors. So not only had there been one child previously murdered, but five more followed under new ownership. One quoted civilian posed the theory that the bodies of the dead children were inside the animatronics because an employee had made mention of two golden animatronics being able to be warn as suits so why not the others? I just sat there pondering what had been read, recalling something my boss had said in a recording for me on one of my earlier nights: he commented on the smell starting to come off the old animatronics in the backroom.

Honestly, when I encountered the older model of Bonnie I didn't notice anything but I was also too scared to allow any other senses to work. The last article I was able to find of relevance before talking about my current source of employment, talked about the older location being shut down due to unsanitary conditions and arrest of the man who had committed the murders. My head fell into my hands. This was so much to take in and it was my job, no less! All that passed through my mind was Puppet and her mannerisms. She was from the batch of new animatronics but she possessed information from the older models as well. Possibly she had the information inside her hard drive but it was not freely offered? Should I even bring it up to her?

Her sad expression passed through my mind, causing a slight sting internally. I didn't want to see that expression again on her face, animatronic or not. I pushed the chair back and started for the exit. I had learned so much and yet, so many more questions had arisen.

Thank you guys for being patient with me! Hopefully it won't take as long to update again!