In The Box (Jeremy X Marionette FNAF Fan Fiction)

Chapter Twelve

Marionette's POV

Red. That's the first thing I remember. Red and the smell of copper. I was born into this world and knew the unfairness of it instantly. When my eyes grew accustomed to the light, I saw them. The children. Their eyes staring forward, their chests not moving. The red blossoms across their chests were the first flowers I saw. My new eyes and my fragile mind couldn't handle this terrible scene. Another part of me took over, a part referred to as 'The Puppet'. He took the children's lingering souls and attached them to the dormant animatronics and gave them a single mission. Revenge. They were to get revenge on the man who ripped away their lives from them, the nightguard. When I woke up as myself once again, I was in the dark and the melody of my music box was playing. That melody kept peace in my soul and kept the puppet at bay. He's only come out one more time before, and that was when a little child was messing with my music box, making the song skip and jitter. I shutter to think at what he could've done. He scared that poor child senseless and I'm afraid he would've killed him if I hadn't regained control.
He hungers for control, even now, as I'm hiding here. The tree I'm leaning against is cold and rough and the grass beneath me is wet. I'm staring at my mask I wear. It's porcelain surface slightly cracked over one eye. I don't exactly remember how that happened.
I do. His voice says in my confused head.
"Leave me alone," I mutter, tightening my grip on my mask.
Why? So you can be betrayed by that Jeremy fellow again? I shutter. You know that if I had been the one in control, you wouldn't be hurting so badly from that rat.
"Don't say that. Jeremy still loves me. I don't even know for sure that he even likes Mike still," I argue weakly. His chuckle resounds around in my head, sending a chill down my spine.
Come child, just let me take control for a bit. You won't feel a bit of this heart ache anymore. His deal is so... tempting. I rub at my arms, chilled from the early morning air, to warm up and think a little. If I just let him take over, then I won't have to worry about anything, but if I do, he might do something truly terrible.
I promise I won't do anything terrible. I won't kill any children. Should I trust him? I think I would know if he's lying. Besides just one day couldn't hurt could it?
Of course one day wouldn't hurt. I am a man of my word. With that I've made my decision. I slip into the dark corner of my mind and let the Puppet take control.