The lights flickered erratically as you walked through the dimly lit corridors of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, the eerie sound of creaking metal and the distant humming of machinery echoing through the abandoned building. Another night shift, just you and the lingering feeling of dread that always seemed to settle in the air. You were used to the long, quiet hours, but something about tonight felt different.

The clock ticked on, the minutes crawling by as you kept your eyes on the security monitors, each one flashing with unsettling images of the animatronics in the building. They were all still... too still. You had grown accustomed to their movements, the slow, mechanical crawling they did every hour as they made their way toward the security office. But tonight, everything was off.

A strange silence filled the room as you glanced at the main hallway. There was something... watching you. You could feel it, like an invisible presence lurking just beyond the door. Your eyes darted toward the corner of the monitor, and that’s when you saw it.

The Puppet.

Its porcelain face stared at you from the shadows, eyes wide and unsettling, the eerie mask expressionless yet somehow full of emotion. You could almost feel its gaze piercing through you, as if it was studying your every move. The Puppet—otherwise known as Marionette—was always a silent observer, but tonight, it felt as if it was waiting for something.

The silence stretched on, heavy and suffocating, until you heard a soft click—a sound almost imperceptible to the human ear. You spun around quickly, but there was nothing there. Then, suddenly, the monitor flickered. The Puppet was closer now, much closer than before, standing at the edge of the hall, still and haunting.