The Story of Puppet

Prologue

Everyone explains how life is real, but to me...its just an illusion...a dream-- a nightmare. But do they know the pain once they feel it? Are they actually happy on the inside, just because they have a (sinister) smile upon their faces? I've been attacked and abused behind a mask that shows a smile no matter what I feel. I originally had to take care of these children --who were in so much pain-- from further harm. He will come back...and once he does, I will catch his very last breath. I should actually thank him for bringing me to these children's needing in aid. Furthermore, I've gotten more powerful. My story speaks the truth. I haven't really been that trustworthy of adults now. Momentarily, that man will pay for what he has done to all the children he has ever hurt. But for now, I begin with how I became.

I was a little boy at the age of eight, an orphan since the death of my mother when I was six. She passed away in a car crash and there was no funeral of course. There wasn't any family and she really didn't have any friends.

You might be wondering where the father is. Well...let's just say that he left with the underworld people. He disrespected them. He gambled and he lost. Therefore, he is basically a mere mortal in the underworld. He left when I was very little.

By saying that, I have really been distant from all the children I've been in contact with around places I went. But my parents were all I needed. I have been hiding from social services so they wouldn't just lock me away from the world and be transported to a stranger family.

I doubt that they would want a strange kid like me anyways.

Therefore, before social serves could arrive to my house, I packed my essentials and headed out. I am a rather special kid... I listen to spirits and they're past. I enjoy communicating with them since I have no one else. My mother was actually medium and when she had me, she taught me that the underworld wasn't all that bad.

She also told me that people don't go to neither the underworld or above yet when they pass, mostly because they are stuck or have unfinished business.

Every time I got lonely, I just spoke among the wind...hoping that my mother would hear me--and forgive me. Forgive me for leaving her. I should have been in the car with her. But she forbade. I remained at the house while she went out to get me something. Since it was the day after my birthday because she didn't have enough money to buy a present for me the day on my birthday, she decided to go get one.

Alas, the paramedics handed me a wrapped up squared gift that had a note saying, "Remember that I will never forget your birthday, and never forget you."

It would've made me cry but I didn't feel like crying...I just sympathized with anger. So much anger. I lied and said that I had a family member to look after me when they asked because...well you know. These spirits who I cooperate with sometimes have problems that I help solve. After a while, they have given me the ability to conduct somebody's last breath.

I only use it for personal matters. Such as...getting answers to the from people who were in contact with the spirit's life. Not to mention when they offend me. I just get tensed for some reason. I have been traveling everywhere to help out ghosts and let me tell you, it has been a hassle.

But there is one investigation that I've always wanted to check out...the five children gone missing at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. I grabbed my backpack from off of the shelf and got dressed. My jeans were black and skinny, my shirt was black and read 'Peace or Death', my shoes were black Converses.

Me and my mother were wealthy...not rich but not poor.

I put on my black jacket with my hood. I was a rather cute little boy. I had black hair and green eyes with a little taste of evil in my system. Once I packed my stuff including my MP3 that my mother bought me for my birthday, money, and a newspaper. I'm off to my investigation of the pizzeria. --