Short Stories

FNAF 2-Marionette Part 2

My eyes had eventually grew heavy, and I had not objected to let them close. I slept,for the most part, peacefully, with my knees tucked as closely to my chest as I could get them. Luckily, I didn't dream of the nightmares that usually haunted me in my slumber. No, this time was one of the rare ones where I dreamt of complete blackness. A sleep that would have lasted long if it wasn't for a faint knock on my box.

I emerged from it, rubbing my eyes and yawning. "Hey didn't I tell you guys the box was off limits—"

"Does that apply to me?"
It was Toy Bonnie, who was leaning against my box with one hand and the other hand on his hip, smiling cockily. Our faces were about a foot apart, but that was far to close for me.

"Back up." I said sternly. "Then we can talk.

He raised his arms in fake awe, pretending as if he was bewildered by my impudence. "Okay, Mari. I'm moving."

"Call me that again and you won't be able to."

He simply smirked, as if someone my size wasn't capable of inflicting much damage on him. "Oh yeah? And how exactly would you go about doing that?"

I stepped completely out of my box, trying to make myself look as tall and vicious as I could. It didn't work out very well, even on my tip toes I didn't meet eye level with him, not including the ears. He tried to look the same, large and buff and menacing. That didn't work out well for him either, he was a nice person with a flirty nature by heart, and I had never really seen him get mad.

"Okay. I'm short. What's your point?"

He shrugged. "Nothing. I don't exactly have one. Not that you'd care if I did."

I smiled. I actually smiled. That was rare for me. I didn't even know I could smile anymore, and obviously Toy Bonnie didn't either.

"Did I make you smile?" He pestered teasingly, he knew damn well he had.

I tried to stop smiling but failed horrendously. "Wait till I tell the others." He boasted, apparently proud of his achievement.

"Don't." I said, going back to my same old heartless self. He grinned some more and looked around behind him as if he were about to tell me something no other animatronic ears could ever hear.

"Can I ask you something personal?" He questioned, a serious expression on his face for the first time in history.

"No." I answered flatly.

"C'mon." He begged. "Mari—I mean Marionette."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. But only if I get to ask you something in return."

"Fine."

"Okay Bon Bon. Go for it."

He took a deep breath. "Why are you always...you know...like....that?"

"Like that?" I repeated confusedly.

"Yeah." He nodded. "Like that. You're always angry at something and never want to do anything. What's up?"

"The same thing that always been 'up' "

"That's not an answer."

"You asked me for permission to ask a question, and you said no such thing about having to answer. Now, my question."

"Fine, damnit. Ask away."

I thought about something as personal as I possibly could, reaching deep within the parts of my mind where questions stayed that I wondered but would never ask. But now I could.