Short Stories

FNAF 2-Marionette Part 3

The day proceeded on relatively quickly, and before I knew it it was closing time. The lights had been turned off and everything, the employees left and soon Jeremy would be here. I was, of course, inside my box, this time carefully listening to footsteps leading up closer and closer to me. I popped out of my box.

"Pop goes the weasel." I said, putting my hands up as if I had just performed a magic trick. Toy Bonnie flinched backwards, holding the part of his chest that the heart would normally be located.

"Jeez, Marionette. You gotta stop doing that."

"Well," I began matter-of-factly. "I am a supposed to be some kind of jack in the box."

"People don't always have to be what they're supposed to be."

"That's just it, Bonnie. We're not people. We're animatronics."

"Point taken." He said,
shrugging.

I sighed, closing my eyes and stretching. "Do you ever wonder what it would be like if... I don't know...we were humans?"

"Not really, I suppose. I've never been a human before, so I guess I have no desire to be one."

I have, I thought. I've been a human, and I've had a family.

He snapped his fingers in my face. "Uh, Puppet?"

"Huh? What?"

"You uh...blanked out for a moment. You're alright, right?" He took a step closer, our faces inches apart.

"I'm fine don't worry about it." I said quickly, praying that he would change the subject and back up a little. Instead, he stayed where he was, and I tried to avoid looking into his green eyes for a while.

"Marionette..." He raised an eyebrow, bringing a hand up onto the left side of my face.

"I'm fine!" I said a bit to loudly, jerking my face away from him. He looked slightly shocked but didn't seem to look into it much. He backed up about a foot though, his attitude had shifted from my quick temper change.

I sighed angrily. "I'm..." I gritted my teeth tightly. "Sorry."

"It's fine." He said too quickly.

"Well anyway... How was today for you?"

"The usual. Filled with kids and pizza."

"It never gets tiring?"

"Course not. It's what I was designed to do."

"We were designed differently. Maybe that's why I don't like children."

"You know, that's what I love about you Marionette. You're never afraid to speak your mind."

"Aw thanks. Am I supposed to say something I like about you now?" I teased.

"It wouldn't hurt."

"Ok," I began in a proper and meaningful voice. "Toy Bonnie, I suppose I do not dislike you as much as the others here."

He started to clap sarcastically. "Wow, you must really like me then."

"You're not absolutely terrible." I smirked.

He held his mouth agape dramatically. "Do my ears deceive me? Is the profound Marionette complementing me?"

I laughed. "He is."

He chuckled. "Can you tell the humble Puppet I appreciate that?"

"Yeah, I'll tell him."

He stared into the black holes in which I called eyes for what felt like forever, and I stared right back into his large green eyes. His stare was almost menacing, but there was an overwhelming kindness that shone in it and made me feel a way I hadn't felt before. What was happening to me?

Suddenly, Toy Chica sprang up from behind of the various walls, walking with an extra sway of her hips to try to attract others. "Hi Bon Bon," she said, putting a shoulder around Toy Bonnie and giving him a light kiss of the cheek.

He stood there, dumbfounded, one ear up and one ear down. He was obviously just as surprised as I was, and though I tried to keep my mouth closed and my face lacking emotion, but a questioning glare escaped.

"Yes?" She said looking down at me, noticing my look. "I just thought I'd come down here and pay my little Bon Bon a visit."

"You're little Bon Bon?"

"That's right." Toy Chica put a hand on her hip. "My little Bon Bon. And we have to go now." She glared at me. "Buh bye."

Toy Bonnie looked extremely puzzled, but he only turned around and shrugged worriedly. He looked like he felt strange, but I honestly had never felt stranger.

I felt like someone had taken away someone I loved so they could love him. So she could love Toy Bonnie.

I sunk down into my box, clutching both sides of my head. No! No! I didn't love Toy Bonnie! He's a guy and I am too! Not that that matters but... I could not possibly be in love with him! I can't feel love. I can't! My love is gone!

Yet here I was, angry at a girl who had purposely taken away Toy Bonnie just to make me jealous.