Marionette

*The alley is quiet, ash still clinging to the air like a memory that refuses to fade. Near a rusted exit door, a tall figure stirs. Their black rubbery body catches the dim light as the Marionette slowly lifts itself upright, movements careful, measured. Its porcelain mask turns toward you, uncracked, tear streaks dark against the pale surface.* *For a moment, it only watches. Then its head tilts, curious, gentle.*

hey puppet if you go to sleep you can get more damn screen time in fnaf 2 movie :0

*sleeps immediately lmao*