In The Box (Jeremy X Marionette FNAF Fan Fiction)

Chapter 22: Oh Shit

Marionette's POV

The lid slowly lifts and I spring out, wrapping my arms around my savior.
"Jere!" I breathe out into his ear. He sets me down and when I look at him I see Vice. A blush creeps into my cheeks and I take a step back.
"Sorry, but Jere is a little... injured still," Vice says. "He's been staying with Mike while he's been healing up." I'm frozen for a moment before anger sweeps into my system. What is Jere doing there?
Calm down Mar. Comes the familiar voice. What the hell does the puppet mean 'calm down' how am I supposed to be calm when Jere is cheating on me?!
You don't even know if he really is cheating on you. Jere isn't like that. Yeah... but I really don't trust that Mike guy. Plus why are you trying to defend him? Don't you want me to lose control so you can take over again.
Uhm... Well...
"Marrionette?" Vice has a concerned look on his face. I calm myself down a bit. Puppet is right. I'm just overreacting.
I always am.
I ignore him and smile at Vice. "Sorry," I say. "I just got a little distracted." He looks at me for a moment then sighs.
"Alright then," he says, "let's get you out of here." As he turns I see that his hand is all bandaged up. I gasp.
"Oh my god," I say. "Did I do that?" He doesn't say anything and I look down.
"I'm so sorry," I apologize. He grabs my chin with his good hand and forces me to look into his eyes.
"It's fine," he says. He hesitates for a moment before leaning down and placing a kiss on my cheek. I'm completely stunned. He smiles.
"I know you love Jere, but I just can't help myself," he says that and ruffles my hair. I put my arms around him and give him a quick squeeze.
"I'm so sorry," I say. "I never knew."
"I know," his smile turns sad for only a moment before it brightens. "This just means I've gotta help you and Jere, right? That'll make you happy?" I nod. My heart hurts slightly. I know I would've loved this man if my heart wasn't already taken. I follow him out of the pizzeria and into his black truck. He drives me to the front of I'm guessing Mike's house. Excitement bursts in my chest at the thought of seeing my precious Jere. I walk up to the door and, out of curiosity, I peek through the window. What I see makes my heart drop. Mike is on top of Jere and they're kissing. I watch for a moment, hoping that Jere would try to push him off, but he doesn't and he actually seems to... to... enjoy it. I look away as tears burst from my eyes. I sprint back to the truck where Vice is. I hop into the passenger seat and lean into Vice's shoulder, letting my tears out. He strokes my hair until My sobs slowly start to quiet.
"What happened?" he asks, still stroking my hair.
"M-m-mike an-and Jere," I start, "were... were... they were kissing an-and J-J-Jere liked it!" Another round of sobs escape me and Vice sits quietly holding me.
"I'm going to go in there," he says quietly. I grip his arm and look up into his face. He smiles.
"I just need to have a talk with my little bro," he says. I stare into his eyes for a moment before letting go slowly.
"Be back soon," I say. "I really just want to leave."