Service Night Extra: Puppet Prizes

	Michael casually walked through the dining area & showroom, his clothes soaking wet from the bathtub. His shoes were clacking on the tiled floor gently as a familiar melody began to play. As he entered the showroom, He saw Ol' Freddy up on stage, Playing the piano while singing 'Fly me to the moon'. His voice was as deep & ear pleasing as always. Mike smiled as he carried the bundle of tickets, key chain on his finger, & a batch of bread sticks in his hands. Vaw tipped his glass to him, while Michael nodded to him. Strolling over to the elaborately decorated prize shop. Fabulously prizes of amazing quality & handmade artisan styles dotted the whole room. From jewelery to fabulous new appliances. There was even a refurbished 1930 turbo charged Model B Ford. Just how this place managed to get their hands on a piece of automobile history was unknown to him. For now he was here to turn in a large haul of tickets & an old school Faz Bear holographic key chain. He rang the small little desk bell to summon the prize room attendant. There was no answer. He dinged it three more times. still no answer. He reached over and ate one of the bread sticks while he waited. If there was another thing Michael respected about this place, was the true handmade, home style cooking this place had. While he was distracted with Chica's bread sticks, a pair of black, silky smooth fingers placed a little music box on the counter. Michael turned his head to see it & sighed.


	Taking the box in his hand, he began to crank the music box. The melody of "Pop goes the Weasel" could be hear.  As he heard the little musical tune play, Michael couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. Like something was about to suddenly pop. The second the music box finished the tune, a long & slender looking marionette popped up from behind the counter.

"HEELLLLOOOOO MY PUPPET~!"

 Exclaimed an eccentric white face, with black, hollow eyes. Its face was similar to that of a Pierrot, with rosy red cheeks, purple stripes that stretch from the bottom of its eyes to the top of its mouth, and red lips, painted on in an exaggerated pucker. Its body was similar to that of a sock monkey, with its round, oblong shape, white buttons, stubby hands with three silky, slender fingers & white stripes on the wrists and ankles. Being rather tall for its design is what freaked out Michael the most. The sudden pop up causing him to yelp and fall backwards in sheer terror.

"GOSH DARN IT!!" Yelled Michael, recovering from a potential heart attack, "Can't you get some kind of fancy new radio or something?!" he exclaimed, getting back up.
The puppet put its stubby hands together & brought them to side of its face in a cute yet unnerving way.

"Oh do forgive me dear~!" it said in a very feminine & flamboyant tone, "But i do love hearing the classics~". The marionette looked over the counter somewhat as Michael re-approached, placing the items on the table. "Oh~? what do you have for me today my little puppet?" said the prize puppet, a grin forming on its face. That alone was also something that creeped Michael out, but he knew better to hold on his tongue & be polite.


"I uh, just finished performing a cavity search on Frieda & I found some things." He said while pushing the key chain & bundle of tickets forward. The Prize Puppet made a look of absolute surprise when its fingers picked up the old holographic Freddy key chain. bringing it up to the light, it could see an image of old school Freddy & his friends performing.

"My goodness gracious me!" exclaimed the puppet, a look of glee suddenly forming on its face as it began to twirl around in excitement. "This is truly a most rare find!" the puppets voice was filled with complete excitement. "This is a limited edition Freddy Holo-chain! there were only 10 made to commemorate the anniversary of Freddy Faz Bear's Pizza!" said the puppet, showing Michael the small little animate performance made by the old model holographic animatronics. Michael saw the little figures dance and perform vividly.

"Wow, that's actually pretty nifty!" Mike said, eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"My question is, whether to put it up as a rare prize or have it archived for historical purposes?"
the puppet said sounding rather perplexed. Michael crossed his arms & tapped his foot gently, taking a quick moment to think.

"What ever answer you come up with, I'm sure it will be good" Michael said in a complacent tone, bringing the large pile of tickets forward.

"My oh my." the puppet said, putting away the trinket & wrapping its fingers around the large pile, "someone must of won big at skeeball~ huhuhuhu~".

Michael smirked slightly, putting his arms to his side.
"Nah, believe it or not, this all came from 'Madame Freddy' herself." stated Mike, who proceeded to take another bread stick to dip in the small sauce container & consume.

"OH! Now I finally know where that bundle of tickets disappeared off to!" exclaimed the puppet, twirling its sock puppet like body around eerily. Michael raised his eyebrow in fascination.

"How do you mean exactly?" Michael asked, sounding highly inquisitive as he leaned an arm on the counter. The prize puppet formed a coy grin on its face as it jumbled around the tickets with in its stubby hands. its dark, silky fingers rolling the tickets back into its previous wheeled form.

"Weeeellll~ if i can recall, Frieda did stop by to have a short chat with me." started the puppet. "Told me how it was service night, so we were closing up shop early." The puppet went on, wrapping the tickets back up in a large circular bundle, "So I turn away to clean up & close up, And then I looked back to see that I was missing a large ticket wheel~!" It said, the facial mask changing expressions to pondering & bewilderment. Gee, for a Pierrot face it sure was capable of emoting quite well.

"OH really now?" Asked Michael, his suspicions being finally confirmed. Deep down he knew that Frieda had something in store for him. At least it was just the tickets. the other things he was fairly sure she forgot. Well, she probably planned for him to take a bath too. He shook himself more, letting water drip from his soaked clothing.

"I see you decided to join "Madame" for her bath night?" Teased the Puppet, leaning close slightly with an unnerving grin.

"No, she wanted to make some 'soup'." Mike uttered while wiping away water from his forehead, "didn't have the time for it, it is service night after all.".

The puppet let out a very flamboyant laugh, "Ah yes, it is~" it said. "Say, since you were so kind enough to find my lost bundle of tickets." the puppet said, it's face suddenly closer to Mike's. The night guard moved his head back slightly out of discomfort.

"Why don't i let you have a prize~?" he puppet said in a rather saucy tone of voice, as it caressed his chin with its little fingers. This caused Mike to shutter slightly. "Well gee willickers uh, thanks Prize Puppet pal." Mike said, sounding both grateful & freaked out. The puppet levitated itself to the center room, displaying all the lovely trinkets, prizes, appliances & rarity's for sale. "What will it be deary~?" asked the puppet in a curious voice. Mike took a gander at all the stuff in the room. He saw the new advanced refrigeration unit on the far side. Definitely could use a new fridge at his place, since his always seems to go on he fritz sometimes. But he didn't really feel like hauling a metric ton fridge across the metropolis. He looked at the counter to see a signed album from Frank Sinatra & the rat pack. Boy did he sure enjoy listening to those guys growing up. They were a modern classic, highly respectable group of crooners. Michael then looked all the way at the center floor, staring at the brand new car.

"Aaahhh, I see you are a gentleman of true taste & class~" said the puppet as it circled around the old school looking vehicle. "This just came in a couple days ago, a 1930 turbo charged Model B Ford. Refurbished from top to bottom, Fine tuned by the worlds leading auto mechanics, and fully tested for the road!" the puppet explained in full detail. "These model's aren't even available anymore! it's one of the most rarest gift's here, well, aside from your recent treasured find~" Boasted the Puppet, Clapping its hands together to make a cushioned clapping sound. "Are you thinking of claiming this fine beauty~?" Teased the puppet. Michael could not help but blink & stare at the fine automobile in awe.

"C-Can I really claim it?" asked Michael, his voice filled to the brim with eagerness. Deep down, Michael would not mind actually having a leisurely drive to work instead of having to hoof it across town. It did well for his body & was a good exercise for him, But he wouldn't mind just sitting his keister down for a while to drive to & fro work.

"Well, For you dear puppet, Anything~" said the prize puppet, Reaching into the car via the window, Taking out the pair of keys that went with it. Michael held out his hands graciously, Almost trembling with anticipation as the puppet dropped the micro-chipped keys into his hands.

"Gosh, Thank you very much puppet pal!" Michael said with immense gratitude in his voice, Reaching over to shake the silky smooth hands of the puppet. It giggled very effeminately at the handshake.

"Ohohoho~ you are truly the gentleman~!" Said the puppet, As it suddenly dragged him closer to itself, His face almost buried in its buttons. "And remember, my love comes with no strings attached." The Puppet whispered in a lewd manner. Michael felt yet another lump in his throat develop. He managed to free himself from the marionettes grasps, Adjusting his moist tie in the process.

"s-so thank you, once again." said Mike, nodding respectfully. "Hey uh, I got these Bread sticks for lunch uh, could you also run these to my office by any chance?" asked Mike again. The puppet nodded, wrapping its fingers around the batch of bread sticks. "Sure thing deary" said the prize puppet.

"Thanks I-"

"OOHHHH MIIIIIICHAAAAEEEEEELLLL~"

A trio of voices called all the way down from the backstage, their pitch & tone in perfect harmony. Michael looked down & sighed gently, knowing that he was being beckoned backstage.

"Looks like your still needed." teased the puppet.

"yeah, I'll see you later" said Mikey as he exited the prize room and trekked back down the showroom toward the backstage area again. Crossing through again he waved at Freddy & Vaw again as he walked into the backstage door.