The Puppet And The Pupeteer(FNaF Fanfiction)

Prologue: The First

"Mommy, Mommy! Look! It's Freddy! And Chica! Ooh, and Bonnie!" The little boy named Nate gazed up at the show stage, admiring the animatronics in awe.

"Uh... yeah... That's great, sweetie," His mother says absentmindedly, paying more attention to the person over the phone than her son.

A finger taps Nate on the shoulder. Nate turns around to stare wide eyed at the stranger.

"Purple!" He exclaims excitedly, pointing at the stranger's clothing.

The stranger chuckles. "Yeah, I am wearing purple. You're a very smart little boy, aren't you?" He asks Nate.

Nate nods vigorously. "Yep! I'm five!" He says, holding up four fingers. He studies his hand, then puts up one more finger. "See, five! How old are you?"

"I'm 19. Hey, can I ask what your name is?" The man wearing all purple asks Nate. His mother is still busy on her phone.

"Yep! I'm Nate! What's your name?" Nate inquires.

"An inquisitive one, aren't you? My name's Vincent," Vincent smiles at Nate, and he beams right back. "Say, Nate. You really like Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica, right?"

Nate nods vigorously again. "Uh huh, uh uh!"

"Wanna see something even cooler?" Vincent asks him.

Nate's eyes widen. "There's something cooler than Freddy's Band!?"

"You bet! His name is the Marionette. You wanna see him?" Vincent smiles, and the kid takes it as a kind, friendly smile. But he's wrong. Behind that smile lies darkness.

Nate nods, jumping up and down excitedly. "Mommy! I'm going with Mr. Vincent to see the Marionette!" He calls over.

"That's nice, honey. Have fun," She responds to her son, not even aware of what he just said.

"Alright, Nate. C'mon," Vincent kindly reaches out his hand.

Nate takes it and smiles. "I'm gonna see the Marionette! I'm gonna see the Marionette!" He sings happily.

"Indeed you are, indeed you are..." And Vincent's crooked grin widened, if that was even possible. He walks Nate down to the Prize Corner.

"Where is he!?" Nate asks, his voice full of excitement.

Vincent points to a large gift box. "He's in there," He hands Nate a music box.

Nate takes it and turns it over in his hands a few times, eyeing it curiously. "What does this do?" He wonders aloud.

"You wind it up using the crank on the side right there," Vincent explains. "Then, the music starts to wind down. When it stops, the Marionette is gonna come and find you! Kinda like hide and seek! Sounds fun, right?"

"Uh huh!" Nate stands in front of the large gift box, which was about the same height as him, and begins to wind up the music box.

Vincent smiles wickedly and pulls out a large bloodstained knife from the inside of his shirt. He walks slowly and deliberately towards Nate. He had finished winding up the music box. Vincent is now standing directly above Nate, who is completely oblivious. Nate bends over to set the music box gently on the floor... and that's when the knife comes down, sinking deeply up to the hilt into Nate's back.

Nate freezes, his eyes widen in shock. "... Mr. Vincent...?" He asks, then the light and color fade from his eyes. His body slumps to the floor, lifeless. Blood pools on the floor around his wound. But Nate was already far too gone...

Vincent rips the knife none too kindly out of the young child's back. He hides it inside his shirt again, and walks out of the room, laughing quietly, yet maniacally, to himself. He walks right out the door to the restaurant, leaving it, and Nate, far behind... for now...

But the music box had still been winding down... It stops, and the lid to the large gift box opens slowly, and a puppet, the Marionette, rises out of it.

"Ready or not kids, here I come!" The Marionette speaks. His job is to find the one who wound up the music box. He doesn't know anything about death. How could he? He is just simply a machine. The Marionette sees Nate, or rather, the body of Nate. "Found you!" The Marionette calls excitedly, but then there's an odd moment of just silence. Then the Marionette speaks again. Except he sounds different. More like a child, rather than a machine.

"Mommy?" He asks, and he appears to be crying. The Marionette then rubs his eyes, like how a child does when wiping away their tears. But there is something new on the puppet's face. Two thick purple lines, leading from the eyes to the mouth. Just. Like. Tears.