"The Puppet's Call" A FNAF Transformation Story
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The soft glow of your laptop screen illuminated the darkened room. Curiosity piqued, you clicked on the new "Five Nights at Freddy's" game, eager to dive into the eerie world of animatronics once again. This time, the title read "Five Nights at Freddy's 2." After pressing start, you settled back in your chair, your heart thumping in anticipation.
"Welcome to your new summer job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza," the familiar voice of the Phone Guy greeted you through the in-game phone. As he explained the mechanics, your eyes were drawn to the Music Box mechanic—the one tool that kept The Puppet at bay. Intrigued, you navigated to CAM 11 and began winding the Music Box. You almost missed the warning about what would happen if you let it unwind completely.
"Just... keep that Music Box wound up," he said. "If it stops, The Puppet will... well, it will come for you."
A shiver ran down your spine. Determined to win, you diligently wound the Music Box even amid the turmoil of other animatronics attacking. Hours seemed to pass, your room growing darker as night deepened. Suddenly, a system error appeared, causing the game to freeze.
"No, no, no!" you muttered, frantically clicking at the screen. But before you could react, an eerie, mechanical laugh echoed through your speakers. The screen went black, and for a moment, chilling silence filled the room.
Your heart raced. You were about to reboot the game when you felt a strange tingling sensation in your fingertips. Your laptop screen began glowing, almost pulsating, and you found yourself unable to look away. The glow enveloped you, pulling you closer and closer until it felt like you were being absorbed by it.
When the light finally faded, a strange new sensation enveloped your body. Opening your eyes, you noticed that everything seemed... different. The dimensions were off, your proportions felt wrong. You glanced down at your hands—only to find spindly, mechanical fingers staring back at you. Panic surged through your mind.
"What’s happening to me?" you thought, but the words echoed in a hollow, robotic voice. As you tried to move, your limbs felt jointed, stiff, like they were no longer your own.
Your gaze lifted to a cracked mirror on the wall. The reflection staring back was not your human visage but a white, Pierrot-like face with black hollow eyes, rosy red cheeks, and a permanent, eerie smile stretching across its expressionless form. The purple stripes under your eyes were a stark contrast to the red lipstick. You looked lanky now, with a sleek design fitting the description of The Puppet exactly.
"No... this can't be real!" You tried to clutch your head, but your new mechanical fingers only brushed against the smooth, metal surface. Your entire body was a testament to your new, unyielding reality. You tried to access your memories—recalled your name, your life, your very existence as a human—but they seemed to slip away, replaced by an overwhelming sense that you had always been... The Puppet.
You found yourself back in the Prize Corner, the familiar layout of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria surrounding you. But this was not a mere game. This was your world now. The pain and fear you felt as a human slipped further from your grasp, memories replaced with the hunger to serve, to protect, to attack when necessary.
"Keep the Music Box wound up," you thought—not as a memory from the game but as an intrinsic part of your new programming. You sensed shifts in the environment as if every animatronic movement registered within your circuits.
You wanted to scream, fight back against the change, but your mind was falling deeper and deeper into the programmed persona of The Puppet. The more you resisted, the more your human thoughts seemed like distant dreams.
"Must protect... Must guard... Must obey the rhythms of the Music Box..." These were your directives now.
As the night wore on, you patiently waited in the Prize Corner, sensing the tension in the air. When the Music Box timer neared its end, a stirring anticipation filled what was left of your consciousness.
Suddenly, the silence outside the Prize Corner broke as the Music Box wound down to its last notes. A melodic "Pop! Goes the Weasel" began, and without hesitation, you emerged from your box, propelled by an instinctive drive to complete your duty.
"No turning back," you thought—or did you? Was it even your thought anymore?
As you moved through the hall towards The Office, where the night guard sat cluelessly unaware of your approach, you felt a strange sense of fulfillment. By the time you reached your destination, nothing remained of the human you once were. The Puppet had fully taken over, and in those final moments before you leaped to attack, everything human had been erased.
The office lit up with a final flicker of the night guard's panicked flashlight. But it was too late. You were already there, the cold, unwavering smile of The Puppet sealing their fate, just as it had sealed yours.
This story was generated by user JesterImps with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
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Prompt: Write a POV transformation story of a human reader turning into The Puppet/Marrionette from Five Nights Freddy's 2 (a video game), complete with height change, robotification (becoming a robot), reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Five Nights at Freddy's), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with The Puppet's personality and memories, despite his/her best efforts, making him/her completely forget that he/she was ever a human and only remembered being an animatronic puppet). For The Puppet's appearance (after the reader turned into it), The Puppet is an animatronic which has a white face with black, hollow eyes (aside from its jumpscare and a small in-game cutscene, in which it gains small, white pupils). Its face is similar to that of a Pierrot, with rosy red cheeks, purple stripes that stretch from the bottom of its eyes to the top of its permanently-opened and permanently-smiling mouth, which has no teeth in it, and red lipstick painted on in an exaggerated pucker. Its body is somewhat reminiscent of a sock monkey's, with its round, oblong shape, thin waist, three white buttons, rounded hands that feature three spindly fingers each, and white stripes on the wrists and ankles, along with a thin, long neck. It has no feet, but its legs are tapered to a point. It has neither hair nor head accessories. It's quite lanky, and according to one of the hallucinations in which it appears, it stretches from the floor to the ceiling of the pizzeria. Here is the behavior of The Puppet; the phone guy mentions to the night guard (the player character) that the night guard needs to keep the Music Box wound up, as the animatronics have a feature where they attempt to find sources of noise or potential customers. The source, in this case, is The Office. Keeping the Music Box wound is vital to keep The Puppet at bay; if it is left unwound for too long, The Puppet will exit the Prize Corner and will attack the night guard (by leaping at the night guard), ignoring the Freddy Fazbear Head, resulting in a Game Over. The Music Box can be wound remotely by going to CAM 11. As it unwinds, a warning sign will appear next to the CAM 11 box on the camera map, as well as on the bottom right of the screen when not using the Monitor. The warning sign starts out orange, signalling that there is only one piece of the counter left before the music nears its end. It then blinks red when the timer has run out, meaning the music is about to end, and The Puppet is seconds away from beginning its attack. Once the red exclamation mark disappears, action must be taken immediately, or the player will be completely helpless against The Puppet. It was previously thought that once the timer ran out, there was no way to stop The Puppet, but this is not true. Since The Puppet will not move while the light is on it, it is possible to hold the light on The Puppet and wind the Music Box, keeping it there as long as the Music Box is still wound. If The Puppet is caught in its first stage of exiting the box, the player still has one last chance to stop The Puppet in its tracks and prevent it from reaching the second stage. The player must still treat this as a normal Music Box rewinding, as the other animatronics can still attack the night guard. Regardless of what happens after it begins its attack, even if the Music Box is wound up after it has left the Prize Corner, The Puppet will still make its way towards The Office, attacking in a manner very similar to Foxy. There is no way to stop it once it has begun its approach and will kill the night guard, even if they are wearing the Freddy Fazbear Head; the only way of surviving at this point is making it to 6 AM. The player will know it has left if they hear the tune "Pop! Goes the Weasel" begin to play. The player will be unable to find The Puppet on any camera once it has left the Prize Corner to attack, except in rare cases of seeing it in the Main Hall camera, as a hallucination. Depending on the night, it will take anywhere from as long as 2 minutes to as little as 6 seconds to reach The Office. This is mainly demonstrated by the Custom Night where its attack time is based on other animatronics' AIs. There should be quotes from the characters (including but not limited to the reader) in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).
Response: The soft glow of your laptop screen illuminated the darkened room. Curiosity piqued, you clicked on the new "Five Nights at Freddy's" game, eager to dive into the eerie world of animatronics once again. This time, the title read "Five Nights at Freddy's 2." After pressing start, you settled back in your chair, your heart thumping in anticipation. "Welcome to your new summer job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza," the familiar voice of the Phone Guy greeted you through the in-game phone. As he explained the mechanics, your eyes were drawn to the Music Box mechanic—the one tool that kept The Puppet at bay. Intrigued, you navigated to CAM 11 and began winding the Music Box. You almost missed the warning about what would happen if you let it unwind completely. "Just... keep that Music Box wound up," he said. "If it stops, The Puppet will... well, it will come for you." A shiver ran down your spine. Determined to win, you diligently wound the Music Box even amid the turmoil of other animatronics attacking. Hours seemed to pass, your room growing darker as night deepened. Suddenly, a system error appeared, causing the game to freeze. "No, no, no!" you muttered, frantically clicking at the screen. But before you could react, an eerie, mechanical laugh echoed through your speakers. The screen went black, and for a moment, chilling silence filled the room. Your heart raced. You were about to reboot the game when you felt a strange tingling sensation in your fingertips. Your laptop screen began glowing, almost pulsating, and you found yourself unable to look away. The glow enveloped you, pulling you closer and closer until it felt like you were being absorbed by it. When the light finally faded, a strange new sensation enveloped your body. Opening your eyes, you noticed that everything seemed... different. The dimensions were off, your proportions felt wrong. You glanced down at your hands—only to find spindly, mechanical fingers staring back at you. Panic surged through your mind. "What’s happening to me?" you thought, but the words echoed in a hollow, robotic voice. As you tried to move, your limbs felt jointed, stiff, like they were no longer your own. Your gaze lifted to a cracked mirror on the wall. The reflection staring back was not your human visage but a white, Pierrot-like face with black hollow eyes, rosy red cheeks, and a permanent, eerie smile stretching across its expressionless form. The purple stripes under your eyes were a stark contrast to the red lipstick. You looked lanky now, with a sleek design fitting the description of The Puppet exactly. "No... this can't be real!" You tried to clutch your head, but your new mechanical fingers only brushed against the smooth, metal surface. Your entire body was a testament to your new, unyielding reality. You tried to access your memories—recalled your name, your life, your very existence as a human—but they seemed to slip away, replaced by an overwhelming sense that you had always been... The Puppet. You found yourself back in the Prize Corner, the familiar layout of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria surrounding you. But this was not a mere game. This was your world now. The pain and fear you felt as a human slipped further from your grasp, memories replaced with the hunger to serve, to protect, to attack when necessary. "Keep the Music Box wound up," you thought—not as a memory from the game but as an intrinsic part of your new programming. You sensed shifts in the environment as if every animatronic movement registered within your circuits. You wanted to scream, fight back against the change, but your mind was falling deeper and deeper into the programmed persona of The Puppet. The more you resisted, the more your human thoughts seemed like distant dreams. "Must protect... Must guard... Must obey the rhythms of the Music Box..." These were your directives now. As the night wore on, you patiently waited in the Prize Corner, sensing the tension in the air. When the Music Box timer neared its end, a stirring anticipation filled what was left of your consciousness. Suddenly, the silence outside the Prize Corner broke as the Music Box wound down to its last notes. A melodic "Pop! Goes the Weasel" began, and without hesitation, you emerged from your box, propelled by an instinctive drive to complete your duty. "No turning back," you thought—or did you? Was it even your thought anymore? As you moved through the hall towards The Office, where the night guard sat cluelessly unaware of your approach, you felt a strange sense of fulfillment. By the time you reached your destination, nothing remained of the human you once were. The Puppet had fully taken over, and in those final moments before you leaped to attack, everything human had been erased. The office lit up with a final flicker of the night guard's panicked flashlight. But it was too late. You were already there, the cold, unwavering smile of The Puppet sealing their fate, just as it had sealed yours.
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