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.
Tommy was so confused. The Marionette? What the heck was that?! But then... He remembered very faintly...there was an animatronic that he liked...even when his brother started to scare him. ...And it was a puppet or rather... What he was now.
'...I'm the Marionette... What am I supposed to do...?' he wondered to himself...before he heard a faint, weak groan.
He looked around...only to inwardly frown since he couldn't move his face. He saw an animatronic suit...seeming to be bleeding. It was the suit of Chica...and someone had been stuffed inside of her. He looked around...and saw an abandoned Fredbear suit, still covered in dry blood. ...The one containing the kid he had seen get killed. He growled and clenched one of his hands into a fist.
'So... That guy's still doing it?!' he thought angrily to himself, before he felt...their spirits still there, even as the girl died inside the suit; he made a small sound. '...Don't worry you two... You'll get back at him...' He then looked down at his hands and made another small sound. '...Maybe...'
He inwardly bit his lower lip, before he closed his eyes, making the lights shut off in his eyes.
'Since you guys can't move...I'll help you move,' he exclaimed softly; then, as soon as he said this...Chica made a small groan as she moved.
There was another small groan from the Fredbear suit...though they couldn't move. They could only move their head around to look, since it had been too long since he had been stuck in the suit for too long. Small lights turned on in Fredbear's eyes, just like how Tommy's eyes did. Chica looked up, lifting her head to look up at Tommy...where she blinked.
'...Who're you?' she asked, though her voice sounded more like a robots; she blinked and stood up, stumbling a little as she held her throat. 'Wh-What?! Why am I so tall?! And why do I feel so heavy and sound like a robot?!'
Tommy inwardly frowned a bit more...before he decided to try and calm her down.
'I-Its okay... You're okay...' he exclaimed in as reassuring voice as he could; Chica looked around at him and blinked.
'Wh-What?! Why is the Marionette talking to me?!' she exclaimed fearfully...though Tommy stayed calm.
'U-Um...my name's Tommy... I'm not really the Marionette, but...I guess I am now...' he sighed, before he looked at her again. 'Uh... What's your name? Or...should I just call you Chica from now on?'
'Huh?! I'm not Chica! My name's Charlotte! Why would you call me Chi -?!' she started...before she saw herself in the mirror and froze; she started to shake...before she hugged herself. 'Wh...What happened to me...?'
'...Some guy in purple...that's what...' exclaimed a weak, boy's voice; they looked around to see Fredbear looking at them. '...My name's Ryan... ...Were you killed by him too Tommy...?'
'K-Killed?!' asked Charlotte shakily, barely believing it.
'...I wasn't killed by him... ...My brother put me in Fredbear's mouth and...' he exclaimed, trailing off as he remembered it, shaking slightly.
'...Y...You were the kid...who got bit, right?' asked Charlotte shakily, earning a small nod from Tommy. 'Oh gosh...'
'...It hurt...so much...' he exclaimed shakily, sniffling a little as he looked down...before he blinked as he felt more spirits; he looked around to see a hidden door in the back of the room.
He made a small sound...before he carefully made his way over to where he sensed them, wobbling quite a bit as he tried to get used to his legs. The other two watched with confusion as they saw him open the door...only to see three more animatronic suits with dried blood. Bonnie. Foxy. Freddy. He inwardly scowled, before he did the same thing he had done with the other two.
'...Move...' he exclaimed softly, to hear three groans as the suits came to life.
'Ah... My head...' groaned Foxy, rubbing his head...only to blink as he saw the hook; he leapt up and his eyes widened as he looked at himself.
Tommy made a small sound as they all got up, waiting for them to stop freaking it out. He then made a small sound as he inwardly glared.
'...This guy needs to be stopped...' he growled, making them all shut up and look around at him. 'You guys want him gone too, right?!'
'Of course!' exclaimed Bonnie, who was a boy named Peter.
'He needs to pay for what he's done to us!' growled George who was Freddy.
'He stole our lives! And forced us to stay here!' snapped Charlotte as she scowled.
Tommy made a small sound as he inwardly smirked. He could tell how angry they were alongside him. They were all restless and they all wanted one thing.
'...Then let's get cleaned up! We have to repay that guy in full...and see how much he likes it!' he exclaimed, getting them to smile and nod in full agreement.
They may have all been children still...but they wanted their revenge on the man who had taken their lives...and Tommy wanted to help them. Little did they know...it would take a lot more than that to be free.
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