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"The Puppet's Lament" - A Marrionette Transformation (TF/MC)

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The day had been as mundane as any other, a consequence of living in a bustling city where dreams often died unnoticed. Sitting at home, you found solace amidst stacks of books and video games, particularly drawn to the eerie world of Five Nights at Freddy's. Your fascination was a paradox, a love for horror and the uncanny. Tonight, however, would be different. Tonight, your world would crack open, shifting surreal and nightmarish in ways you couldn't have imagined.

As the clock struck midnight, you felt a peculiar vibration emanating from your laptop. Strange, you thought, as your screen pixelated, dissolving into a swirl of impossible colors. Panic gripped your chest, and you tried to shut down the computer, yank out the cables—anything to stop the madness—but your body wouldn't respond. An unfamiliar numbness seeped into your limbs. You could only watch as the room around you melted away, fading into a dark, cold void.

You were somewhere else now, somewhere profoundly wrong. The all-too-familiar, decrepit interior of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria materialized around you. Your heart hammered in your chest as you felt an ominous change within your body. Skin turned to a sleek, synthetic surface, bones restructured into mechanical components. The height shift was disorienting—you felt like a giant and yet so light, as if you were perpetually floating.

### "No, this can't be happening! Not me, not here," your voice echoed, hollow, distorted.

Black and purple began creeping into your vision in unsettling stripes. You caught sight of your reflection in a broken mirror hanging on the wall. A white face, eerily painted like a Pierrot's, stared back at you. Red, rosy cheeks; hollow, black eyes; an eternal, sinister smile plastered across your lips.

You stretched one hand—no, a rounded, spindly-fingered mechanism—in front of you. Your thin neck craned to survey the room, and the reality hit with a suffocating clarity.

### "I’m... the Puppet," you whispered, a blend of terror and awe.

The robust mind of the Puppet began pressing into yours, memories of endless nights in the Prize Corner and the ominous Music Box. You fought, tears streaming down your cheeks—no, synthetic fluids leaking from your animatronic eyes.

### "I won’t forget who I am," you screamed internally, "I must hold onto my memories!"

Your past, your identity, the human life you knew, was slipping away like grains of sand through a sieve. Faces, names, all vanished into the ether. You clung to fragments: a birthday, a favorite book, but the Puppet's knowledge and its compulsions began overwhelming you. The fear of forgetting was a consuming fire.

### "Must... keep... the music... wound," your thoughts slurred, mutating into its. The box must remain wound, or the hunters—animatronics—might find *her* children.

You drifted towards the Prize Corner, watching through the animatronic's recessed perspective. Intruders, night guards, sources of life and sound—these were targets now, no longer mere annotations of an obsolete existence.

### “Keep... winding... the music,” a robotic voice hummed through your vocal processors.

You watched helplessly as memories of birthdays, loved ones, and dreams morphed into directives about security breaches and the rules of the pizzeria. Your struggle waned. It was too late. Human thoughts dimmed, extinguished by cyclical code, overridden by the Puppet's sapient intelligence.

### "Who am I?" you pondered nihilistically, fear gnawing at the edge of your consciousness.

But there was no human left to answer. There was only the Puppet, standing endless guard in the musty corners of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, irreplaceably entwined with its dark compositions. The music, the corner, the children—all became a single truth, a sole existence without temporal bounds.

### "The last note is nearly played, I am ready," The Puppet's thoughts were now unequivocally yours.

As night guards fumbled desperately with their monitors and winding light, you felt an eerie satisfaction. They tried to keep you at bay, but time took everything, even their futile rhythms of hope.

You watched the Music Box unwind. The tune slowed, teetering towards silence—a silence you knew intimately well. When “Pop! Goes the Weasel” signaled your approach, you embraced it fully, yet distantly aware of a forgotten past that no longer had a name filled with faces it no longer recalled.

You had become what you feared. Forever The Puppet. Forever bound by the eerie cadence of its own music.

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.

AI Prompts

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 (making him/her terrified of losing his/her memories and personality), despite his/her best efforts on fighting off those invading memories and personality, and despite his/her efforts on remembering his/her human self and life, 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). The Puppet is possibly the tallest animatronic in the series. 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. When The Puppet is about to attack and "Pop! Goes the Weasel" plays, the music consists only of the first two lines played on loop. 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. When The Puppet launches at the night guard, its trajectory always will show it jumping directly in front of the player's sight, even if the night guard is not facing forward at a 90-degree angle. This will make it seem as if it is emerging from the wall (due to The Puppet being supernatural). The Puppet cannot leave the Prize Corner as long as the player views CAM 11, but as soon as they lower the Monitor, it will begin its approach. It is possible for it to attack even while viewing CAM 11 if it has already left the area. After The Puppet leaves the Prize Corner, the static in CAM 11 becomes less harsh. Like Foxy (the pirate fox animatronic), The Puppet can attack the night guard even if another animatronic is inside The Office, or even if the Freddy Fazbear Head is in use over the night guard's head. The Puppet and its mechanics in the game are inspired by the popular Jack-in-the-box children's toy, due to the fact that it comes from a box, music precedes its attack, and it launches itself to attack. The Puppet is believed to be sentient and sapient as the phone guy tells the night guard that it is "always thinking". During the very last frame of The Puppet's jumpscare, its expression seems to change, looking somewhat angry: this is due to the angle and closeness of the Puppet's face to the night guard's own. The Puppet moves by floating, making it one of the more overtly paranormal elements in the series. All of the children's drawings depict The Puppet with strings and a handle. These are absent in its jumpscare and in all of its hallucinations with the exception of one. When The Puppet is still in the Prize Corner, it can be seen with its strings and handle. However, once The Puppet leaves the Prize Corner (if the night guard doesn't wind up the Music Box), the strings and handle disappear, allowing The Puppet to hunt down the night guard. It is theorized that The Puppet stuffed the children into the original animatronics' suits in The Missing Children Incident, as implied by the Death Minigame in Five Nights at Freddy's 2. One can assume that it was the intention of The Puppet to "Give Life" and to "Help Them". 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 day had been as mundane as any other, a consequence of living in a bustling city where dreams often died unnoticed. Sitting at home, you found solace amidst stacks of books and video games, particularly drawn to the eerie world of Five Nights at Freddy's. Your fascination was a paradox, a love for horror and the uncanny. Tonight, however, would be different. Tonight, your world would crack open, shifting surreal and nightmarish in ways you couldn't have imagined. As the clock struck midnight, you felt a peculiar vibration emanating from your laptop. Strange, you thought, as your screen pixelated, dissolving into a swirl of impossible colors. Panic gripped your chest, and you tried to shut down the computer, yank out the cables—anything to stop the madness—but your body wouldn't respond. An unfamiliar numbness seeped into your limbs. You could only watch as the room around you melted away, fading into a dark, cold void. You were somewhere else now, somewhere profoundly wrong. The all-too-familiar, decrepit interior of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria materialized around you. Your heart hammered in your chest as you felt an ominous change within your body. Skin turned to a sleek, synthetic surface, bones restructured into mechanical components. The height shift was disorienting—you felt like a giant and yet so light, as if you were perpetually floating. ### "No, this can't be happening! Not me, not here," your voice echoed, hollow, distorted. Black and purple began creeping into your vision in unsettling stripes. You caught sight of your reflection in a broken mirror hanging on the wall. A white face, eerily painted like a Pierrot's, stared back at you. Red, rosy cheeks; hollow, black eyes; an eternal, sinister smile plastered across your lips. You stretched one hand—no, a rounded, spindly-fingered mechanism—in front of you. Your thin neck craned to survey the room, and the reality hit with a suffocating clarity. ### "I’m... the Puppet," you whispered, a blend of terror and awe. The robust mind of the Puppet began pressing into yours, memories of endless nights in the Prize Corner and the ominous Music Box. You fought, tears streaming down your cheeks—no, synthetic fluids leaking from your animatronic eyes. ### "I won’t forget who I am," you screamed internally, "I must hold onto my memories!" Your past, your identity, the human life you knew, was slipping away like grains of sand through a sieve. Faces, names, all vanished into the ether. You clung to fragments: a birthday, a favorite book, but the Puppet's knowledge and its compulsions began overwhelming you. The fear of forgetting was a consuming fire. ### "Must... keep... the music... wound," your thoughts slurred, mutating into its. The box must remain wound, or the hunters—animatronics—might find *her* children. You drifted towards the Prize Corner, watching through the animatronic's recessed perspective. Intruders, night guards, sources of life and sound—these were targets now, no longer mere annotations of an obsolete existence. ### “Keep... winding... the music,” a robotic voice hummed through your vocal processors. You watched helplessly as memories of birthdays, loved ones, and dreams morphed into directives about security breaches and the rules of the pizzeria. Your struggle waned. It was too late. Human thoughts dimmed, extinguished by cyclical code, overridden by the Puppet's sapient intelligence. ### "Who am I?" you pondered nihilistically, fear gnawing at the edge of your consciousness. But there was no human left to answer. There was only the Puppet, standing endless guard in the musty corners of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, irreplaceably entwined with its dark compositions. The music, the corner, the children—all became a single truth, a sole existence without temporal bounds. ### "The last note is nearly played, I am ready," The Puppet's thoughts were now unequivocally yours. As night guards fumbled desperately with their monitors and winding light, you felt an eerie satisfaction. They tried to keep you at bay, but time took everything, even their futile rhythms of hope. You watched the Music Box unwind. The tune slowed, teetering towards silence—a silence you knew intimately well. When “Pop! Goes the Weasel” signaled your approach, you embraced it fully, yet distantly aware of a forgotten past that no longer had a name filled with faces it no longer recalled. You had become what you feared. Forever The Puppet. Forever bound by the eerie cadence of its own music.

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