Withered Memories FNAF Fanfic

The beginning

She closed her eyes against the glare of the sunlight, shining in from a single window, high up on the wall. The room around her was barren, save for a scratched up cement floor and dozens of Fazbear posters that littered the walls. 

Puppet stood beside her, a grim expression on his face. In the bright light she could see him in full contrast with the rest of the world. He was real, tangible... not a ghost like she had imagined so many times before. 

As she gazed on his features, dust danced in the air around them and her heart began to ache once more. She took a deep breath and nodded. 

Puppet smiled reasuringly and brought his hand up. In it was an orb of pure white-light, sparkling with glimmering specks of light. 

"It's time," Puppet said, offering her the light. 

She smiled, tears of joy welling up in her eyes. 

"Jake and Jeffrey? Will they be ok?" She asked, already knowing the answer, but daring to ask anyways. 

Puppet's eyes dimmed, just a little. 

"They exist, somewhere out there. They are alive or they wouldn't be here." He said cryptically, but she understood. He had explained everything to her in great detail. 

She swallowed the lump in her throat and asked another question, stalling the inevitable. 

"And...and Bonnie?" The words were so choked she could barely get them out, but Puppet nodded calmly. 

"He'll be there. Somewhere. Waiting for his best friend." 

She laughed but it came out a half-sob and her vision blurred through the tears. 

She had prepared for this though. She had said her goodbyes. Astonishingly, true to his word, Vincent had brought her to Foxy. Chica had been found, and she was able to say goodbye to each and every one of them. 

He had vanished though, after that. She was both relieved and worried over it. Always looking over her shoulder... But Puppet had come not long after and told her something that had shattered her whole world. 

She looked up at him now, with renewed respect and admiration. Shakily, she nodded and he took her hand, guiding her gently into a laying position on the ground. She was surprised to find that it was warm, and comforting.

His face hovered in her field of vision, the little ball of light shining luminously from his hand. 

She took a deep breath and nodded, closing her eyes. 

A warmth hit her in the stomach and she startled, but kept her eyes closed. 

"Luna." Puppet's voice called, filled with sorrow and heartache. 

"Luna please, can you hear me?" The voice grew louder in her ears, but her eyelids were suddenly so heavy. 

"Please..." the voice sobbed, "please wake up!" 

Finally, agonizingly slowly, she pried one eye open. The bright light filtering in was different now. It wasn't yellow from a golden sunshine or dancing with dust particles. It was pure and white, and the smell from the room was clean and smelled so foreign in her nostrils. 

She was in a bed now, and felt like her arms and legs were made of lead. She tried to lift a hand but couldn't even move a fingertip. 

Dread hit her like a freight train and she inhaled sharply. A movement to her left made her turn and she focused on that. A screen hung there, silently watching her, a thing green line dancing across the face of it. 

She frowned and her eyes traveled further. Everything was white. The floor, the walls, cabinets... there were windows in front of her, with big bushy trees and bright flowers. 

The blankets were white... the gown she was in was white too. She groaned, her head aching and her mind spinning. This wasn't... what she had expected... 

Where was Puppet? She had heard him. She looked around more, and spotted something she had missed before. 

A figure was draped over a cot in the corner. 

She opened her mouth to speak and found it harder than she had imagined. Her voice came out in a tiny squeak. 

"Pu...puppet...?" 

The person didn't stir. She cleared her throat and tried again, licking her parched lips. 

"Puppet...Puppet, is that you?" 

The figure stirred and she saw that he was a human man, but Puppet Master had explained that, that was how it would be here. 

He jumped up like he had been scalded and stared at her. Shocked by the sight of him she could only stare back. Those eyes...Her brain tried to comprehend who she was seeing. 

"Emily!" The man cried out, clearly as shocked as she was. 

That hair... that face... that voice! 

The man ran to her side, and grabbed her hand in his, tears welling up in his eyes. Those chilling blue eyes that she had seen so many times, shining with happiness to see her. 

Still she could only stare. His hair, black and curly fell in wisps over his eyebrows, his eyes like ice chips... It was Vincent. He spoke to her. Words of kindness, shaky words, laced with grief. 

"You're finally awake..." he choked out after a minute of babbling at her, gawking, and hugging her tightly. 

"But..." She squeaked, "your voice..." 

His brows knitted themselves with concern and he began mumbling about a doctor. 

His voice... 

It was Puppets.