A great hero was betrayed.
Only three stood next to him.
No one witnessed his death besides one living person.
Now he lives with the guilt of the children who died on his shoulders.
His now a puppet.
Till he can escape.
What happens when his 'frien...
Darkness was all he saw. When his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he took note that he is in a room. No, not a room, but a dark box just big enough for him to rest his back against a side with his legs bent slightly at the knee.
He looks at his hands, only to find that they have turned into long, slender, sharp, claws. A sweet little melody echoes in his ears and he quickly and gently falls promptly asleep.
Then the music suddenly stops.
Annoyed by this he opens the box, to see shelves filled with plushies, colorful beanbags littered the black and white checkered floor, the walls are painted a clean white with posters and pictures. A gurgling noise was heard from the corner of the room.
Turning he saw a girl. She was torn apart. Like she was a creative project for kids.
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She was crying.
"Hello?" He took note that his voice was smoother, melodic, and slightly hypnotic to listen to.
"H-hi." She sounded slightly rusty, soft, and glitchy. He bent down and gave her his hand.
"Your t-the teen th-hat tried t-to he-lp." She whispers and takes his hand.
Suddenly the room flashed.
They were now standing in a field, with long grass that touched the top of their caves, wild flowers, and a little river.
The girl assesses the looks of the boy in front of her. She takes note of his raven black hair that looked like he just rolled out of bed, his nicely tan skin, his glistening sea colored eyes, and his all white outfit. No really, white t-shirt and white shorts.
And he took in her appearance. Long light brown hair that held a daisy flower crown on top of her head, her nice peachy skin, and her striking forest green eyes. She, like him, was wearing all white. Really, an white knee length sundress that was tied at the waist by a white bow.
And just like that it was gone.
"I was Percy, but now I'm the Marionette."
"I w-as Hope, b-but n-ow I gu-ess I'm Man-gle." Crying was echoed through out the building, the pair of animatronics made their way to the back room, when Mangle froze.
"I c-can't go back t-here!"
"Why?"
"I'm n-not allo-wed in." And with that she climbs a wall and moves through the ceiling. Sighing, Marionette phases through the door to find five children crying.
"Why?" He whispers ever so delicately. He feels a grip on his arm.
It was a child.
A boy, gray of skin and white tears drips down his cheeks. A little girl, who was like the boy, stops in front of him. He bends down and wipes her tears.
When the last child had a suit, a bell rang. And he hears the sweet melody of his music box calling him.
His feet barley touch the ground as he floats to his box. Mangle is pulling the handle on his box which he smiles at.
"Thank you Mangle." He softly whispers in her ear, then he crawls inside.
"Why do you hide inside your walls?" He sings as he starts cry.
"When there is music in my halls?" A strange voice replies and continues to sing for him as Per-no-Puppet falls asleep.
