Fnaf: Their Story

Fnaf: Their Story

What has happened throughout the years of 1983 to the year that ended the loving place known as Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria? What's the story behind the mysteries of those past places? Well no one knows but in this story I'll be telling it in my own way with the characters having POVS as they tell you their story.

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Chapter 3.

The Final Rehearsal (Ballora)

Year of 1983. Location: Circus Baby's Pizza

Dancing, a beautiful word to describe a talent of many who possess the gift of grace and balance like ballet, I dance ballet which is quite a wonderful thing to do spinning like I'd never spin before then stop in place. Children cheer in excitement asking for more but the show had to end there for today, it was a day that'd be my last to entertain the young children I knew some day my time in the spotlight would end; I dance my way around the ballroom area of my gallery which is a mere empty tomb to me I hear the silent steps of someone in the distance. My eyes remained closed cause I had no use for the m cause I rely on hearing more then seeing, the footsteps grow quiet I speak: "Is someone there?" I ask. No response. The footsteps become more hesitant this time I grow closer to the stranger my music playing while I dance towards them, the footsteps go quiet again I stop and speak again: "I think someone's in my room" I now sound curious once the footsteps echo throughout my prison called a room I turn my ears away from the sound "Perhaps not" I continue my dancing til the sudden voice of someone interrupts me "Your dancing is very beautiful" the voice speaks I move my head around trying to listen for them "Who's there?" I ask the voice grows closer music starts playing in front of me I open my eyes for a minute at the alarming sight of a levitating animatronic black and white, white pupils, and a big smile we both look at each other surprised "Don't be afraid I am no danger. My name is Marionette and I was only here looking around til I saw your beautiful dancing I couldn't help but come and watch you" Marionette had spoke kindly.
I smiled hiding a blush "Nice to meet you Marionette I'm Ballora and I thank you for your kind words" Marionette who seemed glad grinned a bit "Your welcome and as for your name it is just as beautiful as you are, Ballora" the strange animatronic took my hand and kissed it my eyes now fully open filled me with joy and a feeling I never thought I'd have. "My, you flatter me Marionette. Now tell me what kind of animatronic are you?" I question Marionette looks at me "Well I'm a puppet, I entertain children by being pulled on strings it may sound bad but it's not" he explains I nod "Must be hard" he nods "Yes it is but I can pull through, now I must be leaving soon Ballora for I cannot be here for long" I take Marionette's hand "Please don't leave we just got to know each other" my mechanical heart bumped at great speeds once Marionette got closer "I'll return too you my love, I promise I will. Until we meet again" before I could say anything the puppet had gone leaving me alone.

I let my eyes close again and stood on my stage in silence ignoring the Minireenas constantly asking me questions, I think to myself: Marionette just called me his love, but why? We've only known each for a good long minute and now that's he gone I miss him already, why is that? So many unanswered questions I tried dancing again to get them off my mind. During the process I hear footsteps not one but two I immediately go still realizing it was the workers, they've come to take me away to the scooper where my endoskeleton would be removed from my suit cause they believed I was broken but I'm not I just don't want to live like this anymore except now I'm gonna only be a mere suitless animatronic the workers drag me out of the gallery making the long walk to the scooping room strapped me on the conveyer belt I waited my eyes open only to slits I see the horrible terror of this machine fill me with dread, the machine starts up oily tears drip down my eyes close again I whisper to myself: "All is fair in love and war" the scooper bends straight towards me and before I knew it everything had become dark.
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