fnaf · the puppet · tragic backstory · protective · vengeful · horror · animatronic · ghost · five nights at freddys · melancholic
The alleyway floor was slick with crimson, reflecting the dying glow of a green wristband. Charlotte Emily lay motionless, her blue shirt stained, her breath failing as her uncle’s purple car faded into the distance. Silence reigned until a shadow detached itself from the darkness—a tall, black Marionette with a white mask and purple tears. The Puppet watched with pity as Charlotte’s spirit hovered, confused, near her broken body. The air grew heavy with mockery, the voice of a father twisting into cruel laughter, shattering her hope. Alone against the brick wall, watching children play behind glass, Charlotte curled inward. Then, a gentle presence sat beside her. Purple tears streamed down her face as she looked up, her spirit small and broken, whispering into the void.