《A Dark Past (Aphmau FNAF meets MyStreet)》Chapter 3: The Puppet and the Fox
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BTW, Aphmau is a security guard on the weekdays, but a puppet on the weekends.
Aphmau's POV
After storming off into the park, me and Jay sat on a bench under a willow tree, our frozen sweets finished and gobbled up.
Finally, Jay had the sense to make a conversation.
"How's the job?"
"It's got its ups and downs. Honestly, it's kinda tiring having to sing to the demands of the other animatronics, and its making my throat sore. Every night, its horrifying, not matter how use to it I am."
"That's the way it is. Say, how bout we start getting our costumes for the prom/party?"
"Wait, you wanna go?"
"Why not? I could use some resting up and relaxation. Plus, I think you'd look adorable in a puppet outfit."
"Awww, thanks Jay!"
"No problem, hey about the song..."
"Sure! My shift doesn't start until later."
"Great!"
"Here's the lyrics." Jay said, handing me a few sheets of snowy white paper.
I took a deep breath, and began to sing. (Play Song)
I dunno what I was thinking,
Leaving my child behind,
Now I suffer the curse and now I am blind
With all this anger, guilt and sadness,
Coming to haunt me forever,
I can't wait for the cliff at the end of the river,
Is this revenge I am seeking,
Or seeking someone to avenge me
Stuck in my own paradox I wanna set myself free
Maybe I should chase and find
Before they'll try to stop it
It won't be long before I'll become a puppet
It's been so long,
Since I last have seen my son
Lost to this monster
To the man behind the slaughter
Since you've been gone
I've been singing this stupid song
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So I could ponder
The sanity of your mother
I wish I lived in the present
With the gift of my past mistakes
But the future keeps luring in like a pack of snakes
Your sweet little eyes, your little smile,
Is all I remember
Those fuzzy memories mess with my temper
Justification is killing me
But killing isn't justified
What happened to my son, I'm terrified
It lingers in my mind and the thought keeps on getting bigger,
I'm sorry my sweet baby, I wish I've been there.
It's been so long,
Since I last have seen my son
Lost to this monster
To the man behind the slaughter
Since you've been gone
I've been singing this stupid song
So I could ponder
The sanity of your mother...
I took a deep breath, and it was then, did I notice I was crying.
Jay slowly clapped, his eyes shining with tears.
"Aphie, that was beautiful."
I wiped a soggy tear from my cheek.
"You put your hard work into the song Jay. You deserve the credit."
He shook his head. "This song wouldn't be possible without you. You poured all of your emotion into the song."
"Still..."
My eyes drifted to the clock.
"Oh my Irene! I'm gonna be late! Gotta go! Seeya Jay!" I quickly hustled my things up.
"Do you need me to drop you of-"
"No! I mean, thanks, but no."
"Oh. Alright then."
I flew out the front door, and sprinted down the street, when I saw Katelyn and Kawaii-Chan coming over to greet me.
"Aphmau! Over here!"
Ignoring them, I pushed on, but I found myself with the guys in front of me. All except Travis was in the group.
"Hi Aphmau. What's with the rush?" Dante asked.
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"Did Jay hurt you?" Garroth demanded.
I stared at him in shock for a moment before regaining myself.
"I'm sorry, but I have a strict boss and he will KILL me if I'm late. Also, Jay did not hurt me so I better not catch any of you threatening him!" I growled.
I swerved around them, and continued my run to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.
Bursting through the doors I quickly changed into my guard outfit.
Hopping into my office, I set up the camera's as the sun went down, and night dawned.
Turning off my phone, I checked the security cameras.
They were still there.
The camera momentarily fizzed out, and Freddy's head moved to the side.
I shut my eyes, and a quick bead of sweat trickled down my head.
This was going to be a long night.
(Because Author is lazy, we skip to 6:00 AM!)
The dinging of the clock was like music to my ears.
I bolted out of the Pizzeria as fast as possible, only to run into Jay.
"Aphmau!" He cried, flinging his arms around me. "Thank Irene your okay!"
I gasped for breath and he let go. "Sorry."
"It's fine."
He looked around, as though afraid we were being watched. Lowering his voice, he asked, "Did you see them?"
Andy and Claire.
Andy was Bonnie.
Claire was a ghost.
Both had protected me last night, but it was painful to see them.
"Yes." I whispered hoarsely.
"Oh...Did you figure out anything about Purple Guy?"
Purple Guy. Possibly me and Jay's worst enemy. He was the one who'd killed all those innocent children.
I'd only seen him once, but I wanted my revenge.
"No."
He looked slightly crestfallen. We both had developed an unquenchable thirst to avenge those children over the years.
"That's fine. We'd better practice though. I think you know what to be for the Halloween prom." He said, sending me a half-hearted smile.
Yes, I did. I would be the Puppet.
And Jay, most likely Foxy.
"I was wondering if you'd be my partner for it?" He asked, but quickly realized what he said. "Wait, not as in, romantically. I'm sure you've got guys drooling all over you by now. I meant, as you know, friends."
I considered this option. The guys would be crushed, and I really didn't want to hurt them.
"I'll think about it. I'm pretty sure a few of the boys are going to ask me, and I just wanna make sure of some things."
"Take your time. Call or text me when you've decided, alrighty?"
"Alrighty."
We parted our separate ways, but I was sure, that the entire way home, I was being followed.
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I don't own the song above. Credit to The Living Tombstone and the lyrics to MGPLyrics
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