FNAF: Welcome to Your Worse Nightmare

Chapter 2. the marker.

"Mommy! Mommy! Look! It's a puppet!" cried a little kid, tugging his mother towards the puppet box.

Oh no! I thought. I've been spotted by a little kid. Act normal! I told myself.

"Ha ha! You look funny! You need a nose!" The kid took a black marker out of his pocket and before he could draw a sloppy looking nose on me, I swiped it out of his hand with one single, swift movement. "Ah!! Mommy! He batted my marker out of my hand!"

"Max, honey, puppets don't move on their own," the mother said. "You're just imagining it."

"But I swear..."

"Come on, dear, let's find your big sis. You can come back here later."

Phew. That was close, I thought.

Bill and John, the staff, walked over to the box, drinking pop and talking. "Bill, look at this," John said. "Was this here before? It's goddamn ugly."

"Put it in the back room, then," said Bill.

"Good idea. We have enough mascots as it is."

They threw me into the back room, box and all, then bolted the door shut.

It's all my fault. I could have saved my friends if I had only listened to Mike in the first place, I thought in a rage. I felt like I was going to cry but the tears would not come because I'm a puppet. I lay there, wishing I was myself again - flesh, bones, blood and all. I wished my life was normal again. That I would go to school, play video games, read Sherlock Holmes and Skulduggery Pleasant, and see my mom again. Be in her outstretched arms. Hear her sweet voice. See her bright blue eyes.

"Jeremy, make yourself useful and get the bots ready for their next gig," said John.

"Yes, Jo!"

"And don't ever call me Jo!" said John.

"I turn this, and press this here..." said Jeremy, as he worked. "AAAHHH!! John! There's blood coming out of their eyes!"

"Ha ha ha."

"It's not a joke. Look!"

"There's nothing there. You're just being an idiot!"

"Why you son of a gun!" Jeremy shouted.

"Liar! Faker! Hater!" John swore.

"Stop, you two!" shouted Bill. "Now apologize."

"Sooorrry..." they both said, in unison.

"Hey everybody, it's Freddy Fazbear! Ha ha ha ha!" said Freddy. The show was just starting and Freddy, Bonnie and Chica were on the stage.

"It's me - your best buddy, Bonnie bunny!"

"I'm Chica. Let's eat! Hope you're enjoying the delicious flesh pizza!" Chica whispered the word "flesh" so the kids could barely hear it.

"We can't eat pizza all the time, Chica!" said Bonnie.

"Why not?"

"It's not good for you! So make sure to eat your flesh veggies every day, kids!"

"I feel like somebody's missing," said Chica.

"I know. It's Foxy!" chimed in Freddy.

"Oh Fox--x--y.! Come out of your cove. Come on kids, let's say "Come out Foxy", all together now," exclaimed Chica.

"Not one of them," whispered Foxy.

"Come out Foxy!" the kids shouted.

"Yarrr. It's me - Foxy the Pirate! Are all you land lubbers having a good time?"

"Yes!" the kids shouted, as loud as they could.

"I bet you have your sody pops in hand, like proper pirates!" said Foxey. "Come over to Pirate's Cove and follow all the rules, kiddies, or I'll kill you all force you to walk the plank!"