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The pizzeria was deadly silent.
The noises of bustling children, nowhere to be found.
The recent tragedies caused the pizzeria to become an empty husk.
The bite of 1983 affected one of the owners, and the recent murder of Charlotte Emily affected the other.
Although the masses did feel bad for the two owners, they did not want to risk endangering their own children.
But eventually, wounds heal, and the pizzeria was back up.
The old animatronics were replaced with new ones, and outdated security systems were upgraded to state-of-the-art technology.
And multiple security guards being spread across the pizzeria.
All to make sure no more incidents happen in the pizzeria.
Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, and Foxy.
The main stars with stages of their own.
Acting according to their programming, and nothing more.
Except for one, an animatronic one of the owners couldn't bring themselves to destroy.
The ‘Marionette’ or as children call it, the ‘Puppet’, it's an old animatronic designed to protect and find children.
And even though it failed its job once, it never failed again.
But the owners found that strange, they expected the animatronic to be broken, or to no longer work exactly the same, but ever since the ‘incident’ it began working better than before.
As if the water damage improved it instead of ruining it…
But that wasn't the case.
The water damage did in fact break the animatronic, but not the soul inside.
Charlotte Emily, the daughter of Henry Emily, and the one who caused the restaurant to be closed, and improved.
All because of her death.
And although she did die, she did not go to heaven.
She stayed on earth, inside the Puppet, watching the children play, and intervening whenever something bad might happen.
A truly kind and noble soul.
But there was a part of the restaurant even she dared not enter.
Parts and service, although she is dead, she just doesn't have a good feeling about that room.
It radiates an energy full of rage, hate, and sadness.
A complete opposite of Charlie's pure soul.
She is curious about the room, but getting too close hurts her soul.
A strange phenomenon, it's as if the energy wants everyone to stay away from it.
But Charlie is a brave girl, and she can handle a bit of pain.
So she grit her teeth and walked towards parts and service, the closer she got to the door, the more it hurt.
Yet she could hear the crying of a child, and that helped her push forward.
The familiar noise fueling her desire to find out what's, or who's, in the room.
She managed to grab the doorknob and open the door.
And then a huge wave of anger struck her, she was stunned for a second.
The anger causing even the pure soul to feel a sense of hate, hate towards the man who killed her, hate towards the kids who locked her out, and hate towards herself, for dying so young.
Although this anger was meant to push her back, it made her angry at whatever was producing this emotion, causing her to continue forward.
And the moment she stepped into the room.
It stopped.
The anger.
Rage.
Hate.
But not the sadness.
It lingered, making the room seem so much gloomier than it already did.
Charlie was able to take a deep breath as she calmed herself down.
She began walking around the room, searching for whatever was producing those emotions.
And then she saw it, the discarded body of Fredbear.
Its eyes were gone, replaced by an empty void.
Its fur was darker, with a reddish tint around the mouth from 1983.
Charlie couldn't be sure, but she felt like someone was inside it, she was unaware as to who it was, but she knew the person was hurt.
Not physically, but emotionally.
And their emotions were so strong they were affecting the room.
Charlie decided to try and talk to the animatronic, hoping to get a response from it.
“Hello, is anyone there?” Her voice was more scratchy than she remembers, due to the months of silence.
The animatronic didn't respond, its body staying still.
Charlie didn't give up hope that someone was inside the robot.
“I'm not going to hurt you, I promise.” Charlie said, kneeling to look eye to eye with the animatronic.
The animatronic didn't respond.
Charlie let out a sigh as she decided to give one more attempt.
“My name is Charlotte Emily, but my friends and family just call me Charlie, what's your name?” Charlie asked.
The animatronic was still silent.
Charlie was going to walk away after getting no response from the animatronic.
And right when she was going to exit the room, the animatronic spoke.
“D-dont k-k-know, na-a-a-ame for-for-got-t-ten.” Although the voice of the animatronic was broken, it still managed to make a noise.
Charlie stopped in her tracks and quickly walked back to the animatronic.
“Well, maybe I can help you remember, and even if I can't, we can always give you a new one!” Charlie said, her voice much more cheerful than before.
“Is there anything you remember? Maybe if you recite what you do remember, you might remember what you've forgotten!” Charlie said, stating her idea.
“P-party, b-b-bite, scre-ams, shou-t-ts, a-am-bul-lanc-ce, M-mike… Micheal…” The animatronic sounded angry at the name Micheal.
“Micheal? Is that your name, an acquaintance?” Charlie asked.
“B-bad ma-n, bro-o-ther.” The animatronic replied.
“Your brother huh… I used to know a Micheal who was a brother, he wasn't the nicest guy, especially to his younger brother.” Charlie said, grimacing at the memory of Micheal and his brother.
“Evan…” Charlie mumbled.
The animatronic moved at that name, white dots appearing in its eyes as it stared at Charlie.
“Ev-van, E-van, Evan…” The animatronic repeated.
Charlie perked up at the animatronic repeating the name.
“Did you know him? Were you named that?” Charlie asked, excitement in her voice.
But then she stopped speaking, as her eyes widened.
“Hey, are you able to come out of this thing?” Charlie asked, a serious expression on her face.
“M-may-be, d-don't kno-ow.” The animatronic replied.
“Try, just imagine swimming out of water.” Charlie said, encouraging the animatronic.
The animatronic began shaking violently, the white dots in its eyes fading away.
The shaking got more violent as time passed.
Charlie was going to suggest the animatronic stop, in fear of it hurting itself.
But then a bright light flashed into her eyes.
And she saw him, a young boy, no older than her, standing in front of the animatronic.
His hair was unkempt, blood was on his face, and bandages were wrapped across his head.
But he was familiar.
“Evan…?” Charlie mumbled, tears appearing at the corner of her eyes.
Charlie ran forward and hugged the boy, her grip tight.
“Evan, Evan! It's you! It's really you!” Charlie exclaimed, her voice full of joy and excitement as she hugged the boy even tighter.
“Evan… T-that’s me?” The boy asked.
“Yes, Yes! That's you!” Charlie said.
The boy, now known as Evan, looked confused.
He was wondering why a girl he just met was hugging him and saying his name was Evan.
He decided to accept the name, but ask the girl something in exchange.
“D-do I, o-or, did I k-know y-you?” Evan asked.
Charlie looked stunned for a second, but looked at his head and soon realized.
“Ah, you don't remember me?” Charlie asked.
“N-no, sorry…” Evan said.
“Don't be sorry! Cause even though you may not remember me, I remember you, and I plan to help you remember everything!” Charlie declared.
“R-really?” Evan looked unsure as his gaze wavered.
“Of course! That's what friends are for.” Charlie assured Evan as she smiled at him.
A small look of surprise appeared on Evans face.
“F-friends?” Evan muttered.
“Friends!” Charlie repeated as she wore a bright smile.
Evan could feel Charlie's positivity radiating around her.
Her positivity was so bright that even he felt affected.
Evan looked at his hand, covered in his own blood. He clenched it as he watched droplets of his own blood fall from his hand, landing on the floor.
He hadn’t realized it before, but something about her really was familiar.
Evan looked back at Charlie. Her long brown hair, her emerald eyes, her freckles.
And the bright smile across her face, it all felt so familiar.
Although Evan couldn't remember everything, something about Charlie felt comforting, familiar in a way. As if Charlie's positivity was a part of him, a part of him he'd forgotten.
Small black tears began forming and falling from Evan's eyes, staining his cheeks with the mysterious liquid.
And although he was crying. He was smiling, he didn't know why he was smiling. He didn't have a reason to smile.
Despite that, it just felt… right.
Charlie took in Evan's crying figure, despite the tears in his eyes, she didn't feel any pity for him.
Something about the smile on his face despite the tears made her happy.
It felt like the boy who she once lost. Returned again.
Although he wasn't the exact same, Charlie knew, she could feel it in the depths of her soul.
Evan, despite his appearance, his anger, sadness, and hate.
Was still the same kind boy she remembers.
The same boy who would be scared of everything, yet brave enough to face it everyday.
The same boy who was ridiculed by everyone, yet still smiled at them, no matter how harsh they were.
Charlie could feel the smile on her face getting bigger, a bubbly feeling in her chest making her excited.
“There you are… there's the Evan I remember.” Charlie, despite having a solemn look on her face, had the biggest and brightest smile known to man.
Evan let out a small chuckle as he wiped his tears.
“I m-may not re-remember e-everything, b-but that's fine. I may n-not remember y-you, o-or anything e-else from when I w-was a-alive, and that's o-okay,” Evan looked straight towards Charlie. “I've f-for-forgotten a b-bunch of s-stuff, b-but I know y-you’re m-my friend. Charlie, p-please help m-me re-remember, y-you.” Evan looked like he steeled himself in his decision.
He was fine with not remembering everything, he was fine with not knowing much.
He was just happy his friend would help him remember, a friend he forgot when he was alive. But a friend who he has when he's dead.
Charlie dropped her bright smile as a more comforting one appeared on her face.
“Yeah, and don't worry, we have an eternity, so I'll help you remember…” Charlie grabbed Evans hand as she reached for his cheek with the other.
“Everything.”