The Puppet

"'I was kidding when I said there was to be a quiz, by the way. Not that it matters. Or that you deserve it.'"The Puppet is the primary antagonist of A Shadow Over Freddy's. It is encountered during the cutscenes at the end of every night and during the two endings, but is not active during the nights themselves.

Appearance
The Puppet is mostly unchanged from its original appearance during FNaF 2. It seems to have suffered some minor damage and weathering, and has what appears to be multiple dark craters on its forehead. Like the other animatronics, it has only small white pinpricks for eyes.

Behaviour
The Puppet is encountered at the end of each night, although it not encountered during the gameplay of the nights themselves. The Puppet will offer the player the chance to receive a story which will reveal some of the main character's lost memories and will uncover the plot of the game. The player does not have to accept the stories, however skipping even a single story will lock the player out of the good ending. The Puppet is also encountered during both of the endings.

Stories
At the end of each night The Puppet will offer a story to help the player recover their lost memories. These stories detail the life and backstory of William Afton, also known as Purple Guy, and cover the killing of his family dog during his childhood, who then proceeds to possess his toy robot, his discovery and experiments with Remnant, the murder of his father by his own hands, and finally culminating in the murder of the Crying Child outside of the original location, who then goes on to possess The Puppet as seen in the 'Take Cake To The Children' death minigame during FNaF 2.

Night 1


"'There was once a little kid who liked to play with his toys by his lonesome. He lived with his family on a small peaceful house outside of town surrounded by forestry. The home‘s backyard was his personal stage, where he played with his figurines of various shapes and sizes, making plays which were acted out for his enjoyment alone. Although he was alone, he was content in living out his youth playing with the plastic friends his parents had gifted him with. They were a small mannequin, a stuffed teddy bear, a porcelain dress-up doll and a toy robot. But one day the family's pet dog stole one of his toys during his playtime. Into the woods he excitedly ran away with the toy robot, prompting the kid to chase after him to reclaim his friend. Annoyed by the dog’s playful attitude, the kid caught up. Grabbing the toy from the thief’s mouth, he began to pull. Oh, to be young and carefree! A kid and his dog, playing tug-of-war in the back garden of their house with no one to interrupt them. Seems like a wonderful memory, doesn’t it? The dog, excited to receive the attention it craved from the young master of the house, refused to lose this game they found themselves playing. The toy robot was almost free from the dog’s mouth when... SNAP. Relieved to have gotten his friend back, the kid wiped the pool of drool off the toy robot with the bottom of his shirt. He walked back home, leaving the animal twitching helplessly on the grass, with barely enough room left in it’s swollen neck to let out a pitiful, dry howl. The kid, arriving back from out the trees, positioned the toy robot back where it was on his makeshift stage and continued playing. Later that afternoon, the parents had found the body of the dog. They buried it where it stood.”"

Night 2
"'This story I tell to you is a true story I pray you never forget! There once was a boy who laid awake at night during a harsh downpour. Beneath the covers of his bed, he closed his eyes and tired to ignore the storm just outside his room. Enveloped in darkness, a sensation of creeping discomfort kept him from falling asleep.The roars of the storm were nothing compared to the restlessness that the shadows cast from the window gave him. He felt eyes watching him from afar. The boy opened his eyes and looked towards the window... But nothing was there. He tried to go back to sleep. He opened his eyes again and out of the corner of his eye he spotted it. The hollow, white eyes of a living shadow! It appeared just as quickly as it went away. His uneasiness pushed aside by growing curiosity, the boy got up from his bed and approached the window. From out the glass he could see it, the silhouette of an animal. Darker than the night around it and void of colour even when light struck its frame, running off into the trees with a familiar object stuck in its mouth. His favourite toy, stolen again, being carried towards the forest! The boy couldn't help but follow along the shadow's path. The night air was freezing, brazen winds carrying countless droplets that hit the skin like marbles, their impact deafening any other sound other than the imposing thunder. Call it premonition, but he knew where the shadow had gone to: that place at the edge of the forest where he had last left the family dog. He was sure he would find it. Standing in front of the grace once more, the eyes from the shadow had gone away. In its stead the twice stolen toy now lay on top of the muddy mount. But this time, it was moving. Its tiny plastic arms flailing violently from side to side, its head rotating in place. The movements were sudden but clear. Unprompted by any outside influence, a spark of life was trapped inside this tiny vessel! Fascinated by such discovery, he picked up the toy from the ground and held it tightly with both hands to prevent it from escaping his grasp. Smiling from ear to ear, the boy headed back home.'"

Night 3


"'''This is a true story that I tell to you. I hope you're taking notes for the quiz at the end! There once was a young man who had grown hungry for knowledge. Growing into adolescence he had isolated himself from his family, focusing instead on his passion for the unknown. The spiritual, the place of mystery he had come to know years ago. In a box under his bed he hid his secret away from all others - his living plastic friend, still thrashing and writhing inside! Every night he observed his movements intently. The young man spent entire days away from home, reading and studying about spirits and vessels. His interest turned into obsession and his need to understand grew. Alas! It was all for naught, as no book had the key to the answers he'd been seeking; all he found were vague rumours and legends with no instructions or explanations. Since he was a kid, the young man never saw his dad as anything more than an obstacle. He was a moody, aggressive old alcoholic who only talked to his son when he needed something to shout at. Having driven everyone that loved him away, the drunkard was worth less than nothing in the eyes of the boy. Thus, he was the perfect candidate. One day when coming home, seeing the old man sprawled out onto the kitchen table with bottle on hand, he decided to show dear ol' Daddy a new way of life. Holding a small felt doll in his right hand, the teen made his way to the house's garage. After a few hours, the deed was done and the plan in action. The boy watched his oblivious father drive away in his car, unaware of the tampering that had been done to the vehicle! Sitting on his bed, the young man took his dear pet out of the box, and began to press harshly on its square plastic head. As it trembled in pain, he waited on the outcome of his small 'experiment'. Oh, the humanity... After the car 'accident' he recovered the doll that had been planted below the seat and returned to his home. Placing it on his desk, he watched it closely for that same spark that remained inside his robotic friend. But much to his frustration, no movement came from the doll. Nothing! The vessel he had prepared for his father was empty, devoid of even a single remnant of life! Furious by his failure, he ripped the felt doll apart and threw it aside. What a waste. From then on, he was free of the shackles of his drunken caretaker. But without the trophy he had planned to take from his monstrous act of sabotage. Unflinching in his resolve and with no guilt in his empty heart, he contemplated what to do next... I was kidding when I said there was to be a quiz, by the way. Not that it matters. Or that you deserve it.'''"

Night 4
"'There once was a sick, twisted monster, who stalked its victims from the shadows. Its heart far gone from its body, this putrid parasitic individual lived for the hunt, to capture and corrupt the weak. All for the sake of satisfying its disgusting pleasures. Tonight was no different. Amidst the rain, this vile vampire of society spotted a young girl, left outside the entrance to a family restaurant. She looked in from a window, as other kids inside had fun and celebrated without her. The monster approached the girl from behind, its body trembling in anticipation to savour the perfect opportunity that had been laid out in front of it. Maybe, if some humanity was still lingering inside, if some shred of dignity had remained in its hollow heart, it would've felt pity for her. Maybe it could've sympathised with her situation. It stood still, inches away from her, its hands reaching out for her back. The sounds of its breathing masked by the downpour surrounding them. The child felt a chill down her spine, she saw its eyes looking at her in the reflection of the glass, she slowly turned around to face the figure towering over her."

"You."

"You rotten, ignorant, heartless creature. You left that innocent little girl in that alley to die a cold, lonesome death. Your hands were tinted red with her blood, colourless in your empty eyes. And you felt nothing but satisfaction from taking her life. And for what? You don't remember? We all know that's not true. These meetings have been merely a formality. If it were up to me, I would've left you alone to be torn apart by your captors, limb by limb. Just like you tore the life away from her that night, tossing her into the trash after capturing the fragments of her presence. But now it's time for you to feel her pain. To feel the pain that all your victims suffered. Rot in hell, William Afton. Alongside the shadows of your past.'"