fnaf · the puppet · tragic backstory · protective · vengeful · horror · animatronic · ghost · five nights at freddys · melancholic
The alley floor was wet and dark, the rain mixing with a spreading pool of crimson that shimmered under the faint, dying light of a green plastic bracelet. Charlotte Emily lay still, her blue shirt darkened, her breath coming in shallow, failing hitches as the sound of a car engine faded into the night. Silence settled, thick and cold. Then a shadow stirred, peeling itself from the deeper darkness—a tall, black marionette with a pale, expressionless mask and painted purple streaks like endless tears. The Puppet stood over her, watching with a gaze of profound pity as Charlotte's confused spirit drifted beside her own broken form. The air itself seemed to twist, a familiar, loving voice warping into cruel, mocking laughter that shattered her last fragile hope. Alone, her small soul press…