Our Story: A FNAF Fanficton

The Birthday Party

MARIONETTES POV

I was so excited! It was the first EVER time I had been invited to a birthday party! I picked up my gift for Frieda Fasbare, the birthday girl. I got her a top hat, since she likes magic, a black bow for her hair and a microphone, (She loves singing). I got in the car and we drove off.

Frieda's party was at Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria. There are 4 character/animatronics there, Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie the Bunny, Chica the Chicken and Foxy the pirate fox. They basically just delivered the food, organised party games and sang songs.

Dad dropped me off at the Pizzeria at 2:00 sharp. "I'll, pick you up at 4:00, Ok? Love you, Puppet," dad says. "Bye dad," I replied. He calls me puppet because when I was little he used to make me dance by moving my arms around. I used to giggle and one day I even made him stay home from work to make me dance. We also used to have this red and gold box that played 'Pop Goes The Weasel', and I used to jump out and pretend I was a jack in the box. I remember those days. But then, SCHOOL started. The worst year of my life was last year, but I think this year will beat it, unless this party is SUPER fun! But enough of that.

I took a deep breath and walked up to the Pizzeria. Frieda and her three besties, Charlie, Focsei and Bonny were standing at the door smirking. I smiled at them. "Happy Birthday Frieda!" I said. "Thanks, Marion. Now GET OUT! The only reason I invited you was because of the PRESENTS. Bye!" Frieda screeched. "What? Is this a joke?!" I confusedly said. Obviously it wasn't because Frieda had already shut the door. I sat by the door crying. My only invitation to a party was FAKE.

One Hour Later

I was really sad when I heard Frieda and her friends laughing about how funny my face looked when they told me to get out. I was still crying when a long, purple car pulled up. It was like a stretch limo but it wasn't one. A man wearing a purple police uniform got out and looked at me. Why was there a police officer here? I thought. And why was he not wearing navy blue like all the others? He was still looking at me. Was he arresting me? No, I didn't do anything wrong. But then he grabbed me by the arm and pushed me into his car. "I know your story," he growled. "What? How? I have never seen you in my lif-" I started "I know these things!" He yelled. That startled me and that made me shut up. I was scared of this man. Especially since he had a gun connected to his belt. "Don't be scared, I'm here to help you," he grinned, showing his surprisingly clean teeth. "I-I don't know," I stuttered, lost for words. "I have a solution that will help you AND me," he explained. "But for that, you need to die," he pulled out his gun. I gulped. I was getting murdered and the murderer said this would help me. He pressed his gun against my chest. This is it, I'm dying at 13 years of age.