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Puppet X Reader

(Your POV)
      I slowly crept through the woods on the edge of the abandoned Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria. Under the cover of night, I walked up to the door and looked through the cloudy glass of the front door. It was dark in the building, as obvious from its lack of company for three years, so I couldn't see past the first part of the hallway.
      The manager of Freddy Fazbear's decided that it was time to move locations because business started to decrease dramatically. There were rumors that surrounded this building, rumors of children being murdered and disappearing from sight. Many teens who thought they were brave enough to face the ghosts went into the building but came out screaming and crying for their mothers. Police have gone to this building and checked it for creepers at least three times in the past week. The kids who had gone in and come back out warned of destroyed animatronics that watched there every move and at least one who sat in the music box with tears streaming down its face. This building was a haunting place full of death and ghosts. And I wanted to have a look inside.
      Being me, I had a terrible curiosity for the dark and macabre. My favorite bedtime stories were Stephen King's horror books. I couldn't help but feel drawn to a place of fear.
      Walking around the outside of the building, I found an old broken window that seemed to have been broken from the inside. Glass shards littered the ground by my feet as I peeked into the building. Grabbing my flashlight, I shined the beam inside the room and realized it was the party room. I slowly and silently pushed myself through the window and waited when I dropped safely to the ground. I didn't hear anything so I took my time and looked around the room.
       The floor was covered with dirt blown in through the broken window. Dust settled and covered the tables and chairs that lay on the floor or still stood on all four legs. Shining the light around the room further, I saw that the decaying remains of a moth eaten Freddy animatronic laid on the stage. Down one hallway, more chairs and tables were stacked up as if they were trying to block something's path. As the light caught the other hallway, I saw it was open for exploration. So, that's precisely what I did.
       I walked down the hallway trying not to cringe from the sight of spiderwebs and centipedes crawling across the floor. Turning the corner, I stopped and shined my light around the new room. It was the room where the music box was located. Crayon drawings that children had made several years ago lined the walls turning tan and falling apart from water damage and age. Dust made the stuffed animals and other prizes on the shelves look out dated and slumped. The glass display case of the counter showed several figurines of Bonnie, Chica, Freddy, and Foxy that were also covered in dust with their colored paint faded appearing almost white. I stumbled back trying to get a good look at the banner that hung from the ceiling and I tripped over one of the knocked over stools and bumped the music box. It blared to life scaring the Beejezzus outta me. Dropping my flashlight, I yelped and fell onto my butt. I scrambled to pick up my flashlight and looked at the music box again. It didn't open as the music slowly and creepily died down bringing with it silence.
      Turning back to the wall, I used my flashlight an looked back up at the banner. "Happy Birthday, Puppet," I read aloud. My voice cracked and I felt something wet drip onto my hand. Looking up at the ceiling, I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I was crying for this place. It seemed like all the terrible thoughts and rumors melted away as I began to feel like I was surrounded by the ghosts of the children. I turned and used my flashlight trying to find a place to sit down so I can cry and let my feelings out before heading home and having to explain what is the matter with me.
      When my vision cleared a bit, I saw a pair of black clad legs. Following the figures form up to his face, I saw that he wore a long sleeve black shirt and fingerless gloves. A white smiling mask hung around his neck with red circles on the cheeks and a blue line representing tears on the mask. His face was the perfect picture of sadness. His dark gray eyes sparkled with fresh tears and blue lines were permanently painted on his cheeks representing the tears he has already cried. His dark silver hair appeared light brown in the light of my flashlight. He held up a hand to block some of the light as he looked at me.
       "Are you okay?" He asked trying to look at me but backing away from the light. He sounded as though he was concerned for me. I nodded and lowered my light slightly so I could still see him but so he wasn't backing away anymore. "I'm sorry."
       "F-for what?" I asked, fear evident in my voice.
       "You had to see this, and it caused you pain," he replied.
       "Puppet!!!!" Said a blonde girl who looked to be about 7 years old. She wore a yellow dress whose color was turning to a dull orange. Her big blue eyes were rimmed with tears as she ran to the man in front of me and wrapped her arms around his waist before burying her face in his stomach.
        "What is the matter, Chica?" He asked pulling her away and kneeling down in front of her.
         Chica?!? I thought keeping very still.
         "Foxy is chasing me," she cried and hugged him again. The man, Puppet, stood up carrying the girl like she was his daughter.
         "Chica," a boy with red hair stepped into the room. He wore a red and white striped long sleeve shirt, whose color turned to dried blood copper and tan, and brown cargo shorts with brown boots. His right hand was a hook and his yellow eyes glowed with anger as he looked at the girl who was snuggling up to Puppet. Before Puppet could ask, he pointed at his cheek and yelled, "she ripped me stitches from me mouth."
         "It was an accident," she sobbed.
         "You took them out with a pair of scissors," said a boy who seemed to be the oldest of the three. His brown hair hung almost to his shoulders and curled slightly at the ends. His brown button up shirt was untucked and his black vest was opened. His black pants were covered in dust as he walked in and handed a pair of scissors to Puppet. Walking back towards the other boy, he grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the glass counter. He stooped and the red haired boy, who I guessed was Foxy, grabbed a stool and stood it up, pressed his weight against it, before deciding it was sturdy enough to sit on. The boy with brown hair reached down and grabbed a metal box before sitting on a metal stool and opening the box to grab a needle and thread.
       "Why was I left alone?" Said another boy as he walked into the room. This one had dark blue hair and bright green eyes as he stood by the door. He wore a light blue button up under a dark blue vest with light blue skinny jeans and blue converse. Around his neck he wore a red ribbon and looked to be right after the boy with brown hair.
      "Bonbon, I told you you'd be left behind if you didn't come with me," said the brown haired boy without looking up from stitching Foxy's mouth.
       "And I told you, Fred, that I was coming. I just had to put on my shoes," the boy in blue crossed his arms and sat on one of the tables.
       "Children," Puppet began.
       "Well, you should have hurried," he said tying a knot in the thread of the stitches. "Now, stretch your mouth like your yawning."
        Foxy did as he was asked and smiled. "Thanks, Fred."
        Puppet put Chica down and walked over to the two boys. "Children," he said in a slightly louder voice getting there attention. "We have a guest."
       I froze as all the children turned their attention to me. My eyes were wide and I was holding my breath.
      "It's a girl," Chica yelled as she ran over to me. She stopped short and smiled brightly at me. "I'm Chica."
       "Chica is the youngest. Foxy is the second youngest and Bonbon is third," puppet gestured to the children in turn as he said their names. "And Fred is the oldest."
       I nodded and smiled. My voice hadn't returned yet so I just waved. As I waved I caught sight of my watch. 6:34 pm. My eyes widened as I realized that my parents were going to be pissed that I wasn't at home right now. 'Shit! What am I going to tell my mom?!?' I looked at Puppet and actually found my voice. "I've got to go."
        "Will you be back?" He asked. My brain registered his look as concern but my heart read it as disappointment sadness for it ached from lack of wanting to leave.
        Looking at all the expectant faces of the children I had just met and then back to Puppet, I felt my heart clench and a smile across my face. "Of course. Why wouldn't I?"
        "Yay!!!!" Chica and even Bonbon cheered. Foxy smiled and Fred looked at his siblings (?) With a small smile. I waved and patted the girls head before running out and down the hall back to the window. Once I was outside, I ran to the middle of the abandoned parking lot and looked back at the building and smiled. Eventually, I was going to do something that would be helpful and beautiful.