The Puppet Master was quite frightening. He said to me, “Now my son, I have
forgotten the Mighty Cup in my realm”. I will now have to get it in order perform
the ceremony.” As he turned to walk back into the black mass he turned his head
to grin back at me. Just as he left I tried to persuade him to spare my soul. “Please,
Mr. Fazbear, what would your children think of you taking the life of an innocent
child”, I said. “ How did you know I have children?”, he asked. “ I watched a
video of you when you were a security guard, as a human, playing with your small
children. They had a large search party for you, because your family was devastated. I saw you talking with a woman that you seemed to have a strong bond
with”, I explained. “ My wife....Fine, but the only way out of this for you is to
check on my family. Their address is on the back of this paper. You must report
back to me tomorrow night and tell me what you see or you and your loved ones
will feel my wrath”, said Fazbear. “ I promise, and thank you”, I said gently. Suddenly, loud noises came from what I believe is a portal. The Puppet Master has returned. “There is a knife in the kitchen, go get it because we are going to have to
fight him to the death,” Bonnie whispered urgently. I sprinted to the kitchen,
grabbed a knife and came back to see the beginning of the war. Puppet Master
had claw marks on his face and was standing before me. He said “Don’t do this
Cole, it would be nice to have you as part of the te,” before he could finish Foxy
jumped on him and told me to end his life as all the other animatronics piled onto
his about to be lifeless body. “No one will fear you anymore! You’re going back to
where you came from!” I exclaimed as I slit his neck and the strangely colored
blue blood came gurgling out. Right before he died he said to us “I’LL BE BACK!
I WILL SHOW YOU! I WILL SHOW ALL OF YOU! After the Puppet Master
stopped moving he turned back into his original form, a demon, the worst creature to turn into. His body slowly faded until it was merely a shadow and then disappeared, probably to the gates of the demon infested underworld. As we looked
up from the Puppet Master’s cold dead body there was a clock hanging on the wall
that read 5:59 am. All of the animatronics trudged back onto the stage and waved
goodbye before they froze ready to open soon.
The next day, I looked at the newspaper while munching on my cereal. In big
bold letters the front page read “TWO TEENS FOUND DEAD BEHIND
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