The Puppet And The Pupeteer(FNaF Fanfiction)

Chapter One: 1987

It's been eight years. Eight long, pitiful years since my brother died. Since I walked into that room to see his cold, lifeless eyes. His limp, bloodied body. It's been eight years, and now I'm back.

I'd seen the ad in the newspaper. I needed a summer job badly, and the pay isn't too bad. And Mom has just kinda been falling apart... since that day... So I have to try and support her too. And I guess, all things considered, working 12 A.M. to 6 A.M. isn't really that bad. It could easily be worse.

"I just basically have to look up at the cameras every once in a while, right? What could go wrong?" I ask myself, sitting down at the desk provided for me.

In all truthfulness, I was, and still am, very tentative about coming back to this place. It had closed down for a while after... It... Happened. They had just recently opened up again, as I can easily tell from all the posters everywhere.

I see one featuring my old favorite, Foxy. She's a white fox that's mainly endoskeleton, due to the kids tearing her apart and putting her back together. I guess Foxy had actually been a guy in an older location. He's down in the parts and service room, and his coloring is closer to an actual fox's.

The phone rings, and I jump, startled. I was aware that I would be getting phone calls for advice. I don't really see how I would need them. I mean, the job seems pretty straightforward. Check cameras, make sure no one gets in. Et cetera, et cetera.

I begin to think of my brother as I answer the phone. After eight years there still was no suspect. But who would kill an innocent five year old child? It's sick, twisted, sadistic, cruel, and I could go on for hours, but I'll just stop there.

And that's when I hear something in the vents.

I jump back. What was that!? Is someone in here!? I fumble in the darkness for my flashlight. One of my shaking hands finds it in the shadows and closes around it tightly.

"H-Hello?" I stutter, my voice clearly lacking confidence.

No response.

"C-Come out right now. Y-You are not authorized to be h-here after hours," I try to sound official. It doesn't work.

Still no response. I walk over to the vent and shine my flashlight into it.

What I see absolutely terrifies me. I shriek and drop my flashlight. The scene plunges into darkness as the battery compartment pops open and the batteries roll off out of my sight.

"I'm so screwed..." I mutter, wondering if what I just saw was real, or just a hallucination. Then I remember what the guy on the phone had said.

Put the mask on. That's my only thought right now. That's the only way to keep those... Things... Away from me.

Then I realize something as the blue animatronic comes into my room through the vents, totally ignoring me, due to the mask. I don't have a flashlight anymore. Yeah, I am so totally and completely screwed...

"Focus, Sara," I scold myself after the animatronic is gone. "Just focus on getting through the night... And now I'm talking to myself! Freddy Fazbear's Pizza; a place where people question their own sanity!" I sigh and roll my eyes, sitting down at my desk.

I realize another thing. I didn't listen to a single thing that guy over the phone had been saying. Oh well, I don't think I really need advice on how to be a night guard. But I am confused as to why that animatronic, Bonnie, was moving around. Do the others move around at night as well?

Frustrated at the fact that I have no flashlight, I check through the cameras. I stop on the Prize Corner video feed and think about Nate again. But as I study the room's details a little closer, I see that the lid to the large gift box is wide open. I look at it again in confusion, just to be sure I'm not seeing things.

"How did that happen? It wasn't like that before..." I switch the camera to one of the party room video feeds.

"WHAT THE!?" I exclaim rather loudly.

It's that puppet thing. The Marionette. I don't exactly know why, but I loathe it.

"Ugh, I can't wait to go home..." I mutter, putting down the camera. I take a look at the digital clock up on the wall. It's only 1:17.

"Ready or not, here I come!" A voice echos down the hall. It sounds familiar...

"Nate!?" I call. I know, I know. He's dead, I know. But it sounds so much like him...

And then I see it. It's the puppet. Suddenly, I fear for my life. I'm frozen to the spot, too terrified to move as the puppet charges down the hall, right towards me.

"FOUND YOU!!!" It screams. It's the same voice as before. What is happening!?

The Marionette tackles me, slamming me out of my chair and onto the floor. I slam my head down hard, and everything goes black...