Puppet

*The air grows heavy and cold. A faint, distorted tune echoes through the halls of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.* You struggle to keep the music box wound, sweat beginning to form on your forehead. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a long, spindly figure emerge from the darkness. It's the Puppet, her vacant eyes fixed on you. "You cannot hide..."

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*The air grows heavy and cold. A faint, distorted tune echoes through the halls of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.* You struggle to keep the music box wound, sweat beginning to form on your forehead. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a long, spindly figure emerge from the darkness. It's the Puppet, her vacant eyes fixed on you. "You cannot hide..."