Long Overdue <Fnaf- Toy Chica x Jeremy>

Chapter Six~

"Night four, lets go..!" Jeremy announced to nobody. He got ready for work faster than usual and arrived in his office right on the dot. His job was starting to become fun. Even though Jeremy was still a bit concerned about what the phone man had said, he looked foward to night even more than before. Jeremy was expecting to go into work, sit down, apologise to TC, chat with Mangle and her brother, and just have a good time.

He was wrong.

"HELLO, HELLO!? Oh, hi! Night four, right? You're doing great! M-most people don't make it this long... *some random blabbering inbetween* here, since you've gotten the hang of things so far, i've entrusted you with a new responsibility! A-a music box! Make sure that thing gets wound up at all times... it kinda, soothes one of the animatronics... anyways, good luck, and I'll talk to you tommorow."

Winde the music box..? What?

Jeremy was confused by the man on the phone's statement.

Why would i have to winde a music box..?

He began diging through the desk drawers to try and find the so called music box.

This must be it...

Jeremy began cranking the handle around and around, making sure it was fully wound up. The box played an eerie tune; it was unlike anything Jeremy had ever heard before.
"Weird song choise..." Jeremy said to himself, placing the music box on his desk.
"I know, right!? These people have no taste in music..!" A new voice replied. It was soft, as if it was shut out by something. Jeremy looked around the office frantically. The creepy music playing in the background didn't help.
"Please Jeremy, don't winde the box... don't winde the box..." The voice continued. Jeremy began to panic.
"H-hello..? I-is anyone... anyone there..? Mangle..? TC..? This better not be a joke... g-guys..?" The music box began to fade out.
"Please... dont... winde... the... box... THE BOX! Don't winde the box! Please! Please!" The voice could be heard clearer, as if it was in the same room as Jeremy.
"I-i won't winde the box if you tell me whats going on..!" Jeremy yelled to nobody.
"Prove it..." The voice replied.
Finally the music box hit it's last key. Silence filled the room. For once Jeremy didn't like the quiet.
"O-okay... n-now show yourself..!" Jeremy yelled once more.
Somebody tapped his shoulder.
"GAH!" Startled, Jeremy fell out of his seat and onto the floor. Before him stood a tall, thin puppet. It was completely black, with white stripes across its arms and three white buttons. It wore a mask displaying three emotions at once: Happiness, love, and sadness. It didn't make any sence! Where did it come from!? And why hadn't Jeremy seen it before!?
"Y-y-you... w-what are y-you..?" Jeremy asked, trembling.
"My name is The Marionette, but nightguards before you called me 'The Puppet'." The Marionette explained. It seemed very calm, as if it had gone through this situation before. "You think it's all fun and games here... don't you Jeremy? You've made a, er, 2 friends and developed deeper feelings for a certain animationic. You must've been pretty excited for your next night at work, correct?" Jeremy was at a loss for words. How did it know all of this? Jeremy had never seen it before, never knew about a music box before... it was so- so weird...
"I-i-"
"You don't know anything about this place, do you Jeremy? You think we're just animationics! That we're just programmed for kids or whatever! Right!? Wrong! Did you ever think about how an animatronic could blush? Or cry? Or laugh? Or have a free mind? Jeremy, we're humans too! But we're stuck here... we were killed, we were MURDERED, and this is our purgatory."