Night Three, The Puppet punched the box cover off, the music box not wound up. He was really pissed. He stormed through Parts and Services, the Kids Cove, and into the Main Hallway. He looked at the office. The guard wasn't there. He scoffed and walked into the office, looking around, grabbing the picture of him and his wife. The Puppet crushed it and threw it into the trash. He threw the desk onto the wall and saw a man with a Freddy Mask under the desk, shivering in fear, whimpering. The Puppet grabbed him, and smashed him on the wall, breaking Jeremy's spine instantly, and then twisted his arm off, and threw him into the vent, his face in it, as Toy Chica grabbed Jeremy's face, and The Puppet pulled, ripping his body off his head. He disposed of the body, clearly furious.
Jeremy wasn't the man in purple though. The Puppet went by Kids Cove and saw The Mangle approaching him and sitting by The Puppet. They both sat quietly, until the clock chimed 5 AM. Everything was silent, the other animatronics walking back to their usual spots, and then staying still. The Mangle stood up and got in his usual place as well, and The Puppet sighed as he jumped off the stage, and back to his box. He thought of the dead children and sighed, closing the box's cover, waiting for another night.
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The Puppet's Story
Fanfiction"The purple man he.. WAAAAAHH!" The child's spirit started sobbing madly. "It's okay.." The Puppet reassured the child, and hugged the spirit. "I promise..." The Puppet paused for a few seconds "I Will Avenge You."
