Your POV

Who is this kid? That question circled my head as he stood before me. His dark brown eyes gazing me.

"Who are you?" I asked.
"..." He stayed silent.
"I s-" before I could finish, he cut me off.
"I asked first." Fine, this guy is smart.
"Yes, why?" I need to remain calm.
"Nothin' just asking. I sorta work there to." He said then he plopped down on the benche I was sitting on.

He seemed laid-back, I don't think I can trust him though. Both his eyes were closed and his scarf covered his mouth and nose.
"You sorta work there?" I asked. He peeked one eye open.
"Okay, whats your name?" I asked.
"..." he stayed silent.
"Well, I... better get going. See ya later." I said then I began to walk the direction I came from.

He was kinda weird, and yet charmi- wait no! No no no no no! Don't even think I can make friend with him, he'll leave like they all did! Just... no.
I will not deal with the pain, not now, not ever, not anymore. I can't, I wont. Not in a thousand years, not untill I die.
All these feelings mixed up is making me remember...

I sat on my bed looking all glom, a wrinkled piece of paper I hold, it said :

"Hey there (Y/n)! I found a family! I hope your happy for me, I also hope you get adopted soon!
-(F/n)
Best friends :)

My eyes look dead and the room is dimly lit.

She left. My only friend left. First my family, now? I can't take it anymore. No more pain, no more friends.

I sigh as I walked past the post-lamp at Sixth street, one of the reasons I don't have a single friend in this world. Because everyone that I ever loved or trusted always leaves, I guess I got sick and tired of the pain and decided that I am not gonna get that close to anyone. Ever.

Imagine this. You love a person so much that you'd die for them. At first. You would play, hang out, talk, with each other. Becoming close overtime. As a friend/lover/family or whatever. THEN they just leave you because the have other people they care so much more about, and you are forgotten. Just like that. No goodbye.

Sometimes you just want to redo what you've done but you can't, thats that. You can't do anything now. Just wait untill the next blow I guess.

I walked inside and everyone was up, including Mike. Unfortunetly :T
"Welcome home sis!" Jeff squeaked from the sofa as he lays down on it, head down, and legs were up on the arms.
"Oh, (Y/n). I heard something from the orphanage, they say its gonna shut down. " My mom said.
"What!? They can't do that, what about the kids!? Where'd they go?" I asked, almost yelling.

I lived in that orphanage for 10 years of my life since I was born, no way its gonna shut down like that.
"I don't know." Mom awnsered in a sad voice.
I slumped down on the sofa next to Jeff, and sighed.
"I know you've lived in that orphanage for half your life (Y/n), you can visit it tomorrow." Dad said and that made me smile a little.
"Thanks, dad." I said.

I then stood up and walked up the steps to my room, the only place I feel safe and comfort is my own room. For some reason.
I walked in, closed the door, then plopped down on my bed. I guess I could tell mom and dad about the job, tonight.
This is one of the reasons why I scrible, not, random scribles but words like :
Help, Stop, Please, Dead, No.

The words the voice inside my head scream, to hurt people, to torture them, to run away. I can't handle all that, thats why I scrible alot.

Its my way of releasing stress, to find comfort and peace. Why? I'm a pretty depressed kid, I blocked away society because I thought it'll be better. It did.
But, I always felt like I'm being watched, a voice inside my head had always been haunting me. I think I might be going mad.

I grabbed a book from under my bed and opened it, it was my scribling book. I use it all the time, mostly when I'm alone... ok.
I opened it to reveal lots of sketches and scribles, wow I need help...
But, then again, no one would help. They'd come by and leave, passers I call them. I'm sure my 'family' is gonna do the exact same thing. Thats why when I'm 17/18 years old, I'm moving out... if they don't abandon me.

I closed the book and slid it under my bed, for some reason I'm tired so I decided to sleep...

...

??? POV

I wonder. That girl I bumped into the other day seem to fit Mangle's description of her old friend, can't be sure though. I walked down the street as cars pass by, my scarf hid most of my face which is good. Considering I really don't like society, I don't hate it I just dislike it.

The others are all goof balls and for some goddamn reason I'm the only responsible one there, I am the oldest so I guess it makes sence. Still, Gold and I are the same age now. But he still acts like a 6 year old, and its annoying. All of them are annoying, in my prespective. I only gave them lifes because of a deal I made, not because I "care".
I usually just lock my self in my box, listening to some music. The only thing that comforts me, next to the quiet.
I sighed as I sneakly entered the back enterace of the pizzaria where no one usually goes, to my suprise. Mangle was there as if waiting for someone.

"Hey puppet! Did y-" I cut her off.
"No." I said in a rather cold and 'get the f#ck out of my way' tone.
She flinched at this. I know she's gonna ask about the girl, who was her name? (Y/n)?
"Are-" she tried to continue but I cut her off again.
"I said no." With that, Foxy just had to come by.
"Aye puppet lad! Easy out will ya?" He said. Well they are like siblings, so no wonder he's protective. I sighed.

"Whatever." I walked back to prize corner. Of course, opening hours is just in a bit. But I hate being controlled by strings like a puppet, even though I am one. I just want to be free, and maybe visit my family... I miss them. Well I mostly miss my older brother's, I wonder how they've been.

People just don't get it huh? They say they'll listen but in reality, they have to understand. The pain, the missery, the sorrow, the loneliness, the blankness, the sollowness, the sadness, and don't forget the pain part. It hurts y'know? To be hollow like I am. Abscent of any sort of feelings except pain and missery. I was killed by a madman, made a deal with a devil, and now? I'm being controlled by invinsible strings, and I hated it. The but the irony? I loved to torture and manipulate people, psychologically.
Like the night guards, most of their deaths are my fault, the others didn't seem to care, and I hated to see people free like that.

Y'know? I can roam around freely but I can't even express my feelings. Is that weird? Or maybe I'm just nuts. I still have strings attached, the puppeter is just bored and tired I guess. Welp. Thats that, I gave up on freedom a long time ago. And the puppeter seems to be taking interest in someone, don't know who though.

Welp. I hope he didn't forgot. The deal, I haven't heard it in a long time. I even forgot some details. When I woke up as a puppet, all I remember was purple, black, and red. That idiotic psychophathic ****.

Now, without a name. People call me puppet now, or as I prefer to be called...

Marionette.