~~~Gold's POV~~~

Opening my eyes I saw the sole little window to this little room. The little sunlight that I was allowed was always through this window. Sighing I stood up and walked over to it, my eyes glimpsed through the tinted window. This is my loneliness that I had gotten use to over the course of 3 years. Yes. It's been 3 years since that day and I will never forget. How could I forget it? They basically beat me to death, oh whom am I kidding I am already dead but can never leave this place. I looked over to where the marionette placed that creepy doll of herself as it smiled right back at me. It was suppose to watch me but half of the time it falls yet I dare not touch it. I heard the cheering of kids and music on the other side of the jammed door. Smiling I walked over to the door and placed my bear ears against the door to hear the commotion outside of this stuffy room. 

Closing my eyes I imagined kids running around visiting the gang and Pirate's Cove. Sadly I'm not out there performing, as far as the manager knows I'm offline and won't turn on, but I want to be out of this small room since it's so stuffy and suffocating to be in here for so long. Moving away from the door I reached in my pocket and grabbed the tennis ball I found in here awhile ago. I kept myself entertained with this tennis ball but not all the time. The night time was when I couldn't see the tennis ball bounce back to me. I'm afraid of the dark now due to this fact. The loneliness might kill me for it's full of this darkness feeling. Tears...... what are tears now........ they won't ever be able to come from me anymore, that's for sure. Sighing I started throwing the ball to the other wall and watch it bounce back. 

This little room wasn't the best but it was either this or the marionette's box down in the basement. The other dead children are outside performing and having fun, while I suffer for what my father has done to them. I should've paid more closely attention to my dad's mood swing so this would've never happened. Sigh. But I was only a kid and didn't know the full extent of father's medical condition. Depression could make anyone do the most disgusting things, can't it. In the corner of my eye I saw the marionette (devil) teleport into the tiny room. "So what do you want, puppet?" I said just looking at her in the corner of my eye. She stood there silently as I kept throwing the ball at the wall trying to ignore her cold stare. Irritation got the better of me as I stopped throwing the ball and caught it in my fingerless gloved hand. Turning my head I just see her mask in her right hand. 

She kept standing there, silent, just like a real puppet. Turned out that she is a soul-possessed object. A mother of a lost child that she'll never find due to the fact the child is not here. She treats the other's like her children but not me. All because I'm a son of a killer I get this cold treatment. But they don't get what my father was going through, no one can. "So are we having a staring contest or what, puppet?" annoyed was clearly a word for this as she just stared at me. Groaning in frustration I looked back to the opposing wall and threw the ball once more. This sometimes happen but I grew tired of it. Out in the corner of my eye I saw her move closer to me. Finally, I suppose she is just being a creep and watching my every move. "You know this is the third time this week you came here, puppet, why do you keep coming here whenever the others are playing out there," I tilted my head towards the jammed door and clicked my tongue. 

As usual, quiet as ever, creepy puppet. The ball came bouncing back but never made it to me as the puppet caught it instead. Frowning I looked up at her from my sitting position, she just stood there with the only entertainment I had in this room. "Can I please have my ball back?" I asked holding out my hand. I'm glad we're the un-dead because we don't need food to survive. She looked at the ball then back at me, as if it was a weapon. After who knows long, she finally spoke, "why aren't you sleeping?" Out of all the questions she could've asked she had to ask that one. "It's to bright," I said sarcastically as I stood up and walked to the little window. She stared at me as if I was some beast I would attack her at any given time. This is a prison to me as I sighed and leaned against the wall next to the window, turning towards her. 

Biting my lip, she looked at the ball again and frowned. It's rare to see her frown, really. Is she thinking I will show pity, sucks for her. "Why won't you call me mommy, everyone else does?" her soothing voice sent the urge to vomit right in front of her. Call her 'mommy' that would be like calling the devil a friend. "I'm not like everybody else if you hadn't notice puppet," my anger boiled, "You called me quote, un-quote 'the killer's son' and had everyone beat on me and now you expect me to call you 'mommy' are you trying to make me lose my sanity or something." She gasped and took a step back at my outburst. Sorry, but..... I can't take it anymore. For the last few years that I'm in here the darkness eats away my sanity, little by little. She looked at me again as she tossed the ball to me and I waited until it was mid-air after bouncing on the floor before catching it. She smiled, did she expect me to play toss with her. Closing my eyes I just let it drop as she crouched to catch the rolling ball.

"Do you think I will change my mind if you suddenly change the way you treat me, you thought wrong, puppet," scuffing before walking over to my lonely corner and sat down and leaning my head on the neighboring wall. Mindlessly falling asleep.

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So here is chapter two and I will be doing some more maybe sometime today or whenever I get time because I'm having a blast writing for everyone and I'm glad people are enjoying it too. It's good to write because they say it's a good way to get one's feelings out and have a creative perspective of what's around you. Being a huge fan of anime and Five Night's at Freddy's it's always fun to write about the things you love and to just be you so see ya in the next chapter bye-bye