Marionette X Balloon Boy

Night

After being still for 6 hours, Balloon Boy was finally able to wander. The day had been rough, including 4 birthdays and 2 fieldtrips. The building smelled strongly of pizza and cake, grease stains on his red and blue shirt. It was the first week into the grand reopening and business boomed. Great for the damn manager, but horrible for the animatronics. He of course just arrived today, making him at first excited to see children until he learned of his immobile state in the day. The night time was a different story.

As the bell rang 12:00 A.M. Midnight, his servers glitched, the feeling of stiffness gone as he began to move around. His joints cracked slightly, as if rusty and he stretched out his aching legs, walking around in circles. He then heard the sound of a phone. And... Talking? 'Didn't the kids leave?' He walked towards the sound, entering a nearby party room. 'Why not explore?' Balloon Boy thought, entering through a vent. His knees and hands started to ache as it hit the metal vents, each sound echoing into the room the vent lead to. BB looked out of his vent to see a man there, looking at a small tablet. There was also a desk with a Toy Freddy plushie, a fan which buried out most of the sound of heavy breathing. The guard looked pale, his muscles stiff and a red mark around his arm and neck. He had brown hair, which covered his eyes, and wore a blue outfit. On top his head was a small hat with the words 'NIGHT GUARD' printed in black letters.

"Hello" Balloon Boy called, making the boy jump and check the right vent. BB came into the room and the moment he was seen, a scream came from the Night Guard. The sound of metal against the floor was suddenly heard, as a red figure appeared in the halls. The guard, who wore a name tag with the word Fritz Smith labeled on it. I watched as the red blur jumped at him, tearing him to shreds. The fox looked at me, giving me a toothy grin and a pat on the head. "Nice job, Lad. Yer be kind enough to help this ol' salt." He chuckled, dragging the body through the hall. A small smear of red was on Balloon Boy's cheek. 'Ketchup?' He thought, put a finger on his cheek and licking it. This wasn't ketchup. It tasted better! Sorta like metal, but sweet! He licked some more, enjoying the mystery liquid until someone behind him cleared thier throat.

"You LIKE that? That's so gross!" Sneered a high-pitched voice. I turned to see Toy Chica, a hand on her hip and a disgusted look on her face. "Do you even know what that is,F*ckboy?" She questioned. I nodded my head slowly, a bit offended by the swear. "K-Ketchup?" She sighed, walking to means kicking me hard in the chest.

The boy was knocked down, then small slaps were followed. "Disgusting pig." She growled, walking back to the show stage. Tears fell from his eyes, as he licked up some more 'ketchup'. It comforted him, and he continued, his face covered with the blood unknowingly.

When it was all gone, I wiped my hands on my pants, walking around the building, my balloon following. I got to around the Parts and Service room where I found Foxy and talked with him for a while. He was quite funny, but soon, the 6:00 bell chimed, as Children began to come in and run around. I waved good bye to my new friend and went to my place, feeling my servers lock into position and my arms unwillingly give kids balloons.

My new life at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria. And this was only the beginning.