Five Nights At Freddy's - Beginning of Years to Come...

Beginning...

Okay, little intro this time. So, third part already and pretty soon, gonna be followed by fourth part. Enjoy :3

Tommy tried to find the light. He was terrified. He was supposed to be at rest...but he wasn't. His death was only the beginning...but little did he know that. He screamed for his parents, for his friends...even for his brother. But no-one responded. ...No-one ever did. He was all alone, trapped in the dark.

'MUMMY! DADDY!' he screamed, tears falling from his eyes; he was surprised he didn't run out of tears, but...they just kept falling in the silence and darkness.

He sniffled, before he curled up into a ball and shook as he cried into his knees. He was lost... He was alone...

'NO! LEAVE ME ALONE! LET ME GO!' he heard a girl's faint scream for help.

He raised his head and sniffled, looking around for the source of the scream. He couldn't see anything...aside from a mask. He blinked as he got up and went over to it, picking it up. ...It was a creamy colour, with blank, black eyes. It had a big smile, with two red rosy cheeks...but had purple tear tracks coming from its eyes. He blinked as he looked at it...before he heard that unfamiliar voice.

'...You want to help that girl...? ...Put on the mask...and you'll be able to help so many others...' it exclaimed.

He blinked as he looked down at the mask. ...If it meant he could get out of this eternal darkness...

He slowly and shakily raised the mask to his face...before he put it on. In an instant, he shook and trembled as he felt even more pain. He screamed and clutched his head as he suddenly grew taller. His eyes went completely black aside from two little white lights where his pupils were. His tears still remained wear they were behind the mask, though his mouth appeared to be covered by black.

Then, as quickly as it had started...it was over. He opened his eyes and blinked, looking down at his hands, that appeared to emit a ghostly glow. He looked around, not sure what was going on...before he clutched his head again as he felt as though he were being forced into something...and something that was incredibly hard to fit into.

When he opened his eyes again...he blinked as he found himself in what appeared to be the back room of the diner. But he was...taller to say the least. But...he then scowled or...tried to when he saw the guy dressed in purple leave...covered in blood once again. He then moved...only to fall over.

He landed with a grunt and shook his head as he pushed himself onto his arms. He looked around...only to blink as he saw his legs. They were no longer...normal human legs. Instead, they were spindly, like sticks, with no real feet.

'Wha -?! Where's my feet?!' he thought to himself, before he looked at his arms.

They were spindly as well, with long, claw like hands at the end. He somehow managed to get on his knees and held his hands up so he could look at them. Why were his hands like this? His arms seemed to have stripes on them as well. He carefully stood up, shaking a little as he did. It was hard to say the least, to stand on his now stick like legs...and he was tall; very tall.

He looked around at a mirror that was on the wall...only to jump a little, which was a bad idea, since he almost fell over. But...he couldn't help it. He was now looking...like a puppet; a puppet without its strings. He was astoundingly tall, with stripes on his legs and arms. Incredibly and inhumanely slim, with a very thin neck...and the mask he had found on his face. He had no ears and three buttons on his chest...and little glowing lights in his black eyes.

'Wh...What am I?!' he thought fearfully to himself...before he heard the unfamiliar voice...though it was very faint.

'...You're the Marionette... You are me now... I leave you now... I hope you find what you're looking for...' exclaimed the faint voice...before it went, for good now.