Freddy Fazbear's Pizza

Chapter Two: The Puppet

He looked down at the crumpled body of his little toy who he found out through media coverage his name was Timmy Larson. He loved going to Freddy's and went whenever he could. The day he disappeared, his mother that day had a sick baby at home and couldn't go with him. So he walked over from his house that was about five blocks away. His mother had came to get him around 6 pm and found his smashed game system on the ground and got worried when she couldn't find him. There was a man hunt of course searching the woods behind Freddy's but with no sign of the missing boy. He sat watching the women on the t.v. talking about how much she missed her little boy and to please return him safe and sound and how she should have never let him walk alone and that she was sorry. The police had no clue where he had gone and how it was all so sad and the photo of the boy came up on the screen.

His toy had broke before he really got to play with it. He had suddenly stopped moving at all just laid on the floor in a crumpled pile, blood pooling on the floor around him. He couldn't see the boys face he lad put a mask on his face long before he had stopped moving. The white and black mask made him look so much like a puppet that he had felt the need to sew fishing line through his hands and arms. He had bleed from that and but with a little boy scout training First Aid he managed to stop it. Then of course the puppet cried and screamed the whole time he was doing this, but that was the best part of making puppet hearing the little screams and tears as his needle went through flesh. He had grown tired of it after a while and walked over to a workbench where he he kept his tools and a few other projects he was working on. On the bench was a was a small box covered in little red hearts and diamonds. He picked it up winding the key in the back of it and opened the music box. It was old and it was missing the little Ballerina that would normal be spinning and dancing to the music now just replaced by a just the device that made her spin. The glass on the lid of the box was so dirty that you couldn't really see yourself in it anymore, whether it was covered in dirt or blood only he knew. It played a happy and joyfully music that filled the room covering the moans and cries of pain.

He had grown so proud of his puppet he decided to make him look even better. Using a hot glue gun at first to try to glue the mask onto his face, which didn't work all that well because the face blister and chunks of the skin came off he choose to sew the mask on. He was careful with each stitch and it took hours first sewing the black of the mask with black thread then white so it blended in perfectly. The boy was shaking making his job harder, he ended up having to knock the boy out because he was shaking so hard he couldn't get anything to work. When he was done he stood back and looked at his beautiful puppet with pride and joy, by then the puppet was just twitching slightly and low moans and whimpers could be heard coming from behind the joyful face of the black and white mask. He had left the black sweater on his puppet because it matched the mask perfectly.

After taking photos of his new toy. He started playing with his new puppet, every time he would pull on one of the strings the puppet would scream in pain. He got mad at that his puppet wasn't behaving and pulled the string hard. A few of the strings popped out and blood rushed out of the skin staining the white gloves he put on him. It ran down his arms pool on the stone floor under him. He had tried his best to stop the bleeding but there was so much blood. The puppet twitched a few times gave a shallow gasping breath and stop moving at all. Growing madder that his toy now didn't want to play he dumped him on the ground kicking him a few time yelling at him to wake up and play with him but the toy didn't move at all and blood started to pool below him. He was always sad his toys never wanted to stay and play with him for very long, but he got his fill and his fun to last him a little while at least.

He pulled over a large trunk, one of those large ones you see sometimes at the end of peoples beds. He had got it years ago from some flea market and stored it here when he stopped using it. He picked up his puppet and wrapped him in an old blanket before sitting him inside the trunk. He took the music box setting it next to the blood-soaked blanket. He looked at his toy one last time before closing the lid as the music from the music box started playing.

He took the box to the woods on an abandoned lot behind Freddy's. He finding a large oak tree near the tree line. You could see the building from the tree. He took his camping shovel he got years ago digging a large hole. It took several hours to dig a hole big enough for the trunk. He was covered in sweat as he covered the trunk with dirt and put some leafs and branches over the grave hiding it from the sight of preying eye. He could keep an eye on his little puppet from here. He smiled standing brushing some dirt from his pants as he turned walking towards the building already planning his next toy.