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

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There you are, sitting comfortably in your living room, the glow of your screen casting shadows across the room. The world of *Five Nights at Freddy’s* has always been an eerie escape for you, a digital playground filled with mysteries and thrills. Tonight, though, something feels different. As you make your way through another harrowing night, a strange sensation pulses through your body. Your vision blurs, and the screen in front of you wavers before darkening completely. Panic claws at your chest as the ambient sounds of the pizzeria seem to seep from the game, surrounding you.

A chill runs through your spine, and you feel your height diminish as if the world is closing in around you. Gazing down, you watch in horror as your hands begin to elongate unnaturally, taking on a round, metallic form. Your fingers stretch into three spindly digits—each one ending in a sharp point. Metal replaces flesh, and you gasp, your voice echoing disturbingly against the encroaching shadows.

"I'm... changing?" you mutter, your own voice sounding foreign.

The transformation twists your body painfully, your waist narrowing and legs tapering to a point. Your feet, now non-existent, hover just above the ground. You find yourself not walking but gliding, moving silently through the darkened room. Panic courses through your mind.

"What’s happening to me?" you scream internally, but speech seems beyond your altered form.

Reality warps around you, the familiar comfort of your home dissolving into the sinister ambiance of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. The walls transform, taking on a grimy, tiled texture, adorned with childlike drawings and eerie posters. The air thickens with a palpable sense of dread.

As you float through the transformed environment, you catch your reflection in a cracked mirror. What stares back at you isn't the face you've known your entire life, but that of The Puppet. Hollow, black eyes devoid of life. White face painted with exaggerated red lipstick and purple tears running down to a distorted, perpetual frown. Your mind reels, trying to latch onto memories, experiences, anything to remind you that you were once human.

"Remember! Remember who you are!" you urge yourself.

But the Puppet’s mind pushes back, overwhelming your consciousness. Memories not your own flood your mind—memories of darkened rooms, the rustle of an unwound Music Box, the hunt. Your thoughts twist, morphing with each second. You resist, clutching at every fleeting memory of your human life, but it's slipping, dissolving into the recesses of your mind.

The voice of the Phone Guy crackles in your mind. "Keep the Music Box wound up," he warns, his voice a hazy whisper lost in a sea of static.

It's a compulsion; an unyielding force driving you to the Prize Corner. The Music Box winds up by your presence, and you struggle to hold onto the last threads of your humanity.

"How do I stop this?" you think desperately, but the thought grows faint as the puppet’s programming takes over.

Without warning, the Music Box unwinds, and an orange warning light blinks furiously. The transformation seizes complete control.

"I'm free," your voice, now fully The Puppet’s, whispers with a mix of dread and triumph.

All remnants of your past life vanish. You recall only the ceaseless watch over the night guard, your one purpose clear as you glide silently through the pizzeria's darkened halls.

You hear the tune, “Pop! Goes the Weasel,” signaling your approach. The darkness cloaks you, and a chilling grin stretches across your face.

"Nothing can stop me now," you say with a cold certainty, fixating on The Office where an unsuspecting guard awaits his fate.

It’s no longer about survival or the desperate clinging to an old life. The memories, the personality, the very essence of who you were, have been snuffed out. There’s only The Puppet now—a relentless, eerie enforcer of some strange and twisted game. Your purpose is singular, unchangeable, an eternal night cycle in the haunting world of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza.

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 the POV transformation story of the 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 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 mouth, 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 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, 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' A.I.s. 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: There you are, sitting comfortably in your living room, the glow of your screen casting shadows across the room. The world of *Five Nights at Freddy’s* has always been an eerie escape for you, a digital playground filled with mysteries and thrills. Tonight, though, something feels different. As you make your way through another harrowing night, a strange sensation pulses through your body. Your vision blurs, and the screen in front of you wavers before darkening completely. Panic claws at your chest as the ambient sounds of the pizzeria seem to seep from the game, surrounding you. A chill runs through your spine, and you feel your height diminish as if the world is closing in around you. Gazing down, you watch in horror as your hands begin to elongate unnaturally, taking on a round, metallic form. Your fingers stretch into three spindly digits—each one ending in a sharp point. Metal replaces flesh, and you gasp, your voice echoing disturbingly against the encroaching shadows. "I'm... changing?" you mutter, your own voice sounding foreign. The transformation twists your body painfully, your waist narrowing and legs tapering to a point. Your feet, now non-existent, hover just above the ground. You find yourself not walking but gliding, moving silently through the darkened room. Panic courses through your mind. "What’s happening to me?" you scream internally, but speech seems beyond your altered form. Reality warps around you, the familiar comfort of your home dissolving into the sinister ambiance of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. The walls transform, taking on a grimy, tiled texture, adorned with childlike drawings and eerie posters. The air thickens with a palpable sense of dread. As you float through the transformed environment, you catch your reflection in a cracked mirror. What stares back at you isn't the face you've known your entire life, but that of The Puppet. Hollow, black eyes devoid of life. White face painted with exaggerated red lipstick and purple tears running down to a distorted, perpetual frown. Your mind reels, trying to latch onto memories, experiences, anything to remind you that you were once human. "Remember! Remember who you are!" you urge yourself. But the Puppet’s mind pushes back, overwhelming your consciousness. Memories not your own flood your mind—memories of darkened rooms, the rustle of an unwound Music Box, the hunt. Your thoughts twist, morphing with each second. You resist, clutching at every fleeting memory of your human life, but it's slipping, dissolving into the recesses of your mind. The voice of the Phone Guy crackles in your mind. "Keep the Music Box wound up," he warns, his voice a hazy whisper lost in a sea of static. It's a compulsion; an unyielding force driving you to the Prize Corner. The Music Box winds up by your presence, and you struggle to hold onto the last threads of your humanity. "How do I stop this?" you think desperately, but the thought grows faint as the puppet’s programming takes over. Without warning, the Music Box unwinds, and an orange warning light blinks furiously. The transformation seizes complete control. "I'm free," your voice, now fully The Puppet’s, whispers with a mix of dread and triumph. All remnants of your past life vanish. You recall only the ceaseless watch over the night guard, your one purpose clear as you glide silently through the pizzeria's darkened halls. You hear the tune, “Pop! Goes the Weasel,” signaling your approach. The darkness cloaks you, and a chilling grin stretches across your face. "Nothing can stop me now," you say with a cold certainty, fixating on The Office where an unsuspecting guard awaits his fate. It’s no longer about survival or the desperate clinging to an old life. The memories, the personality, the very essence of who you were, have been snuffed out. There’s only The Puppet now—a relentless, eerie enforcer of some strange and twisted game. Your purpose is singular, unchangeable, an eternal night cycle in the haunting world of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza.

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