Back Together: A FNaF Fanfiction

Prolouge

It's starting.

Through the curtain, I could see the spotlights flashing. The people were sitting down in several rows of benches. There were men, and women, and children. I paid attention to the children. Some were giddy and excited, others  were cowering in their seats, afraid of me. Me.

The man in the red suit was standing in the middle of the space, upon the large stage, announcing my appearance with that booming voice of his.

I'm so excited.

Dust floated all around me, barely visible, being only illuminated by the single ray of light that shone through the crack between the curtains. The rust of my hand scratched against the concrete of the room as I dragged my hand lifelesssly across it.

They're going to love you.

My pigtails fell loosely at my sides, my tiara glinting ever so slightly in the dim light. I lumbered around in small steps, repeating the same motion of dragging my hand. The sound of the audience's shouts drowned out by the scrape of concrete against metal, and the heavy clank of my body by simply taking one step.

They're going to hate you.

The man rambled on and on about me, building up the excitement and impatience of the large crowd. He said it was only five minutes before the show. I remembered saying those kinds of words. I wonder if he knows who I was, and what I did. I'm going to go on stage again. And they can't stop me anymore. I'm free to do what I want now. To dance, and sing, and play, and scare and, and... and kill. But only pretend. I'm also good at pretending. To be one thing when you're actually the other. It's so fun to pretend, don't you think?

They're going to FEAR you.

Finally, the man left the circular platform and walked towards my room. I stood stiff and still. He whispered through the curtain, ever so slightly, "It's showtime, Baby...", and left.

Outside, I heard my voice recording through speakers. "Everyone, please stay in your seats..."

"...T-the sho-ow w-w-will begi-gin mo-momentarily," I continued. I remembered when I could speak all pretty. Everyone loved my voice. Especially when I sing. Will they love my voice now?

Aren't you excited?

I moved forward, but just a bit. I took one more look at myself. My broken, withered body. Wires and pins sticking out in all directions. My rust-colored hair waving freely at my sides. I brandished my large claw, the light once again reflecting off of it's rusty surface and sharp edges.

This was my second chance. I get to go on stage again. And the children are going to love me again.

I'm so excited.

With that last thought, I grandly stepped forward, confident and afraid. And, with a great gesture, I stepped out of the curtain and onto the stage, and into the spotlight.