//------------------------------// // I`m turning back... // Story: Purple tears // by Doukzor //------------------------------// The children met up the next day outside of Freddy`s. They all had sad look son their faces, and clouded eyes. But they had come to play, and sadly, String Play knew this would be their last 'fun' day. Unless he could prevent their deaths. But how could he prevent theirs if he couldn`t even protect his own? "So... Um, what game are we gonna play now?" Crimson Fur asked, though his light voice was cracked. "I don`t know..." Chica sighed. She thought for a moment, then suddenly perked up. "Music Ruff? Remember that game we were making last week? Before we scrapped it for this one?" she asked. "Yeah..." he sighed. "Let`s play that. It can clear our minds a little" her smile was light, like chica`s had been yesterday. Music Ruff`s frown stayed for a bit, but soon it became a slowly gaining smile. He nudged the downed brown pony besides him. Cocoa looked up, a little annoyed. They shared whispers, until a smile came to Cocoa`s face too. "So, what`s this game?" String Play asked. "Allow me to explain" Music Ruff stepped forth. "It`s where one pony is a customer, another is a guard, and the rest are nightmares" he explained. "It sounds cool, so, you have to catch the customer and guard?" String Play guessed. "Yes, you do. Put it this way" Music continued, " The guard has a light and a box. When it plays he can`t be tagged. He has the same powers as the regular night guard from our last game, really. Now the customer can`t be caught if their looking at you. So you have to sneak upon them" he ended. "Sounds nice, I bet Present Gift would have been the customer..." Badge Gleam sighed. Crimson Fur looked down. "Well, i`m the guard, duh" Badge stated. "Um... I guess I could be the customer..." Goldy suggested. Right. It wasn`t like he would actually even had chased anyone anyways. "Sure. Um, i`m just gonna go back where I was before, yell when your ready" Cocoa paced away. Crimson Fur began to leave, but String Play decided he didn`t want to be alone. Not with the puppet... "Hey, Crimson! Can I, uh, join you please?" he asked. "Sure. Were going to the Play Cove" he stated flatly. They passed the Puppet on the way, which was smiling. But not with it`s regular smile. It`s grin was more... Evil. "Okay. READY!!!" They both shouted as they entered the room. String Play gave a saddening look at Mangle. Her eye was missing again. "Okay... Were all Ready! Let`s go!" Cocoa shouted in the distance. Crimson stayed and waited for String Play. "Oh, um, you go ahead. I can hear the music, it`ll still keep me in place" the puppet pony said quickly. "K, but your missing out. Bye" he trotted off. As soon as his tail left String`s sight, String Play looked backed to Mangle, whom was vacant of fillies and colts. She stared off in the distance, over at the stage where the toy animatronics sat. A saddening frown was plastered across her face. He walked up to her, looking for her eye. It was nowhere in sight. "Petal?" String Play asked. Her eyes flickered open, and she stared straight at String. "J-Jacob..." she sighed. So that was his name. "Yeah, it`s me... Petal Rose" she brightened up by that name. "You g-got another chance then?" Her voice was cracked, and it was hard to tell she was female. String Play fell to his knees. "Yes... But I failed" he said, tearing up. "Failed?" she asked, her eyes filled with worry. "Yes. I was killed, again. I don`t think i`ll be able to save the others...". "You will. You`ll save them from dying. Believe me, you will" she said as firmly as possible. "Maybe but... How would I ever save you?" he asked. "Don`t worry about me, my time will come. I`ll have my chance one day". String Play was about to go on, until his ears suddenly picked up a new sound. Or loss of one. His music. He had the urge to leave, to attack the colt on sight this instant. He wanted to kill the colt and- He shook his head. "What the...?" his voice carried into a wordless face of worry. "What is it, Jacob?" Mangle asked. "I-I... I need to go" he said, before nuzzling Mangle and leaving. He stopped at the carousel in the party room, taking time to breathe. What was happening to him? He had never felt the urge to kill when the music stopped. Except when he was the puppet... "No. No, please" he cried softly. Goldy was nearby, but didn`t seem to notice String Play. He eyed the golden colt. Goldy knew what was going on. And he needed answers. NOW. Preparing a long pounce, String Play lowered onto his back haunches, his sides heaving with anger. For a colt, he had a strong jump, as he flailed through the air and onto Goldy. They tumbled a ways, and most ponies` shrugged it off as playing around. When they finally stopped, String Play was on top of Goldy, snarling like a wild dog. The golden colt stared in surprise as he was trapped by four hooves around him. "What`s going on?!" String Play yelled, thankfully though the two had rolled into the prize corner. No pony would hear them hear, hopefully. Not over the loud voice of Toy Freddy and Bonnie, along with the high pitched one of Chica. "What ever do you mean?" Goldy asked. "You know what I mean. Why is it getting to me?!" String Play pressed a hoof to Goldy`s chest. The yellow colt just smiled. "Right, well. Your just becoming what you really are" Goldy`s smooth voice became an evil snarl, but his smile stayed. "WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!?!" String Play cried. Goldy closed his eyes and laughed. It was a soft laugh, almost silky, but held some evil intent in it. He looked straight in String Play`s eyes. "Why, your becoming the puppet" he snarled. String Play`s eyes widened. He stepped off of Goldy, whom got up with his chance. "See you, there`s a game were playing" he said as if nothing had happened. String just stood there. He was really becoming the puppet? Really? 'No' he thought. 'That`s impossible!'. "But it`s not..." he mumbled against his will. It was true. He stayed out of the rest of the game, waiting for them to come find him. He wouldn`t play with his fate, not now. Not when the time was coming so close. So close to when he needed to save his friends.