In The Box (Jeremy X Marionette FNAF Fan Fiction)

Chapter Ten

Congrats Obsession_of_Secrets for winning the contest. Vice is now the character... Well... you'll see.

Marionette's POV

I went to sit at the table, when a knock sounds at the door. Jeremy was busy making pancakes so I decide to go and get the door myself. When I open it, I see a man with blue-streaked grey hair. Jeremy's suddenly behind me.
"Oh hey Vice," Jeremy says brightly. "I forgot you were coming over today." Vice smiles.
"Can't believe my brother forgot about me," he says quietly. He glances at me, before looking back to his brother.
"Oh," Jeremy says. "This is Maron. Maron, this is Vice, my older brother." I wave slightly at him and he nods to me.
"Well, come in," Jeremy says, pulling me out of the way. "I was just making breakfast, if you want any." Vice steps past me into the threshold.
"You know I love your cooking," Vice winks at me slyly, and any uneasiness from before dissipates. Jeremy punches him on the shoulder and heads back into the kitchen. We walk into the small dining area and sit at the table.
"So you're Jere's new boy toy?" Vice asks amiably, causing me to blush a little.
"I g-guess you could say that," I say stumbling over my own tongue. He thumps me on the back with a hearty laugh before leaning back in his chair.
"I already like you better than that Mike guy," he says. "You're a much better match for little Jere." I was about to ask about Mike, the name sounds so familiar, when Jeremy walks in with a plate piled high with pancakes.
"Hope you guys are hungry," he says, setting down the plate, "I'll be back with the bacon in a second." All previous conversation was forgotten when we spear ourselves a couple pancakes. Jeremy comes back in with a plate of bacon before seating himself next to me. He has some batter underneath his left eye, so I lick my thumb and rub it away.
"You had some batter there," I say when he gives me a strange look. We eat in companionable silence, really enjoying the food. I finish my last bite and see Vice watching me with his steel grey eyes.
"What?" I ask and he just smiles.
"You just remind me of a character from the restaurant I work at," he says. I start to feel a tingle of worry crawl up my spine.
"Which restaurant do you work at?" I ask.
"Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria."