Short Stories

1. FNAF 2-Marionette

Warning: This story is NOT really going to follow the FNAF plot line all the way exactly. This is an original by me that I hope you enjoy.

The day had been a long one indeed, and it seemed to drag on and on just like the other ones for the last thirty years. Though the atmosphere around me was happy, I trudged around as usual in my depressed state, and the other animatronics, as usual, stared at me strangely with questioning glances. Maybe they felt bad for me, even though I honestly didn't care at all if they did have pity for me. All I wanted now and every other time was to be alone. They didn't understand why, of course, they had no reason to be, at least one they could remember. I was the only one here that could control both "parts" of myself, though sometimes I swear I could feel myself slowly fading away.

I felt a hand larger than mine lay itself down on my right shoulder, and I stared at it irritatedly. I followed it all the way up to the arm and neck, eventually seeing that it was Toy Bonnie, who had a sly smirk on his face that made my very soul shudder.

I sighed heavily. "What do you want?"

His grin widened. "C'mon, Mari, hang out a little, do something. All you ever do is hang out in that lonely box."

My face stayed emotionless. "Funny you say that."

He raised an eyebrow, his warm hand still resting upon me. "Oh yeah? Why do you say that?"

"Because," I frowned. "I like my box and I like being alone." I shooed his hand off my shoulder and began to proceed on to my box yet again. I could feel his eyes follow me as I walked away, watching my body as I strolled away like some creep.

"Hey." He called out, that same overconfident grin slapped on his countenance.

"God, what else do you want?" I said distastefully.

"Damn, Mari, ya don't have to be such a bitch."

I squinted my eyes, scowling him. "I wouldn't have to be a bitch if you just left me alone and answered my question. And since you obviously can't do that, I'll say it again. What the hell do you want?"

"Nothing, I guess. Just wanted to talk."

"You wanted to talk to me? Oh, but there are so many others to talk to other than me. And since you seem to think you're such a big shot, why don't you, I don't know, go talk to some of the ladies?"

He made a sound similar to a flat chuckle. "Ladies? What like Toy Chica?"

"That's a start. You guys are both Toy Animatronics. I could see you two together."

Again the noise."Nah, I have my eyes set on someone else here."

"Oh really? Who?"

This time he actual laughed. "I'm not telling you."

"Fine by me." I smirked.

He looked at me up and down, observing me carefully.

"See something you like?" I finally said when I had had enough.

"Do you?" He shot back.

"Goodnight, Bonnie." I said quickly, trying to get the conversation over and get into the box. "Jeremy and Mike'll probably be here soon."

"Well, I'll see you then."
"Right."
"Goodnight, Mari."
"Night Bonnie." I said, trying my best not to completely snap on him.

"Goodnight..." He whispered one last time, slightly bowing his head as if he were upset about something. I simply ignored it. As usual.

Our relationship was best described as odd. I didn't particularly like Toy Bonnie, in a friendship way of course, but I slightly hated him less than everyone else. I thought he secretly didn't hate me either, and the thought brought a slight smile to my face. Perhaps I had a friend here after all. But after all, I honestly didn't care.