I Have No Strings |fem! PuppetxMale! reader|

You heard a muffled crunch from the hall in front of you. You shuffle for the flashlight to the right of me, you turn it on and shine it into the hall. Nothing. Probably just my imagination, You thought to yourself. You hear a familiar tune play... pop goes the weasel. You remember that if in doubt put on the mask. You grab the empty Freddy head and slip it over your head. Out of the small eye sockets you can see a bit if a figure wearing a black and white striped body suit. It reaches it's long slender fingers in between the eyes on your mask and removes it from your face. It then moved it's hand to it's mask and removes it.