Accidents Happen (Nightmarionne AU)

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[Prepare for Edge]

Somewhere, on another plain of existence, lived the kingdom of monsters. They were creatures made from your worst dreams. Literal nightmares. Decades ago, one of these nightmares left their realm to live a life of his own. He is name was Nightmarionne. Nightmarionne was a powerful nightmare animatronic, and was feared by many. The reason why he left was because of this fact. He disliked being strong because it made him a target for competition. He hated being feared when he didn't mean to do anything wrong... He especially hated that nightmares feed off of the fear of children.

Nightmarionne loves children.

Deciding what was ultimately best for himself, he went to a place where children would gather in happiness. A local pizza restaurant that absolutely radiated positivity and cheer. The two animatronics that lived there, a golden bunny and a golden bear, treated each other like brothers. They entertained children during the day and played games with each other during the night. He wanted nothing more than to be like them. One day, after hiding in the shadows for so long, he finally introduced himself to them. They were frightened of course, but quickly learned that he was a nice individual. Nightmarionne told them about his admiration of the place and how badly he wanted to be a part of it. The rabbit and the bear- Springbonnie and Fredbear as they introduced themselves- gladly welcomed him into their little animatronic family.

Nightmarionne was finally happy, especially when he was able to take a much more appealing form and entertain the children with his friends. The children loved him. This was infinitely better than feeding off of their nightmares. Over the years, he acquired the name "Puppet Master", and was moved from location to location with his friends. Currently, they were in a place with many animatronics from many different locations. Most of the animatronics don't know about the Puppet Master's origins. Out of the few that did, only two know what his true form is. These two were Fredbear and Springbonnie (obviously), and the others that knew about him were Withered Freddy and Toy Freddy. It was a big secret that he would rather leave buried.

However, not all secrets like to be kept hidden.

"WHAT IS THIS?!" The Puppet Master practically screamed. One morning he woke up with an odd feeling that itched at the back of his mind. Over the past few weeks that feeling kept growing and growing. Now it was in his face and driving him crazy. He felt like there was something he needed to do, but he didn't know what it was, when he needed to do it, or why he needed to do it. He felt like he needed someone or something, but he also felt like he'd destroy any animatronic that dared to come close enough. For f==='s sake, he felt like he was about to eat his own arms! "WHY AM I LIKE THIS?! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"

Someone knocked on his door. "WHO IS IT?!" Puppet snapped. Whoever it was shuffled their feet. "It's Fredbear and Springbonnie. May we come in?" Fredbear's voice came through the door. Puppet took a few deep breaths to calm himself. "Come in..." he said with a hint of edge in his tone. The door creaked open, then Fredbear and Springbonnie stepped inside. Springbonnie shut the door behind them for privacy. "Hey, bud... Are you okay?" Fredbear asked calmly, "You told us what you were experiencing a while ago, but we think it's getting worse. Especially since you broke your music box. Now you don't have an immediately effective way to calm down."

"It's worse than worse!" Puppet complained, "I don't have a clue what this is and I hate it so much!"

"... Is that a hint of your old voice I hear?" Springbonnie asked hesitantly. Puppet paused his dramatic movements and looked at him. "What?" He questioned. Springbonnie scratched his neck nervously. "Every time you emphasize something, your voice gets rougher and deeper. It sounds a lot like your old one. Y'know, when you were still... spooky."

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