Smile (Yandere Marionette x Reader One-Shot)

Smile

(This didn't end the way I'd planned it to but I can't seem to write anymore.

I'm sorry, I did what I could, VeeAC3

It gets a little smutty, nothing ridiculous. Etc, etc.

Cover isn't mine, reader is female... the usual.)

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Reluctance. It was really the only word for what was going on. For what you were feeling, the way these things wandered the otherwise empty hall.

Yeah, they wandered. Plastic, metal and felt-covered monstrosities, supposedly created to entertain kids, roaming the hallway of the pizzeria you were stuck in.

Stuck? Maybe not so much as locked in. The doors sealed shut promptly at midnight, with an almost cheerful sort of chime. It mocked you, you were sure of it. Only six hours of this.

But the first few nights has been manageable. You'd had a close call on Thursday, being distracted too much, unable to keep the music box wound up properly. It was a sight you couldn't ignore.

The box was wound remotely, which in all honesty was far better than the alternative. But having the tablet in your hand, finger hovering over the screen, over the button, you froze. The music had changed to some sped-up version of "Pop Goes the Weasel". You were pretty sure it wouldn't have been a cute, furry little rodent that would come out of this particular box. Not if the drawings on the wall behind it bore any truth.

It only lasted for a few horrifying seconds. Maybe there was even some other animatronic in the room with you, you didn't know. You didn't want to know. It wouldn't have mattered in the end: the Marionette had begun to rise from the gift box. The mask's eyes were hollow and lifeless like it's smile. The body was thin, almost fragile.

It was worse than the older models, even more than the poor discarded white fox abomination. This thing was something to fear. And even through the cameras, you already knew it could see you.

You'd been lucky, that night. Six am had chimed, just as midnight had, and the bubble of terror that had been welling up in your head deflated smoothly. A breath of cool, fresh air to the mind. You vaguely recalled dropping the tablet and bolting for the front doors.

You felt eyes watching.

But the contract you'd so stupidly agreed to and signed said that you had one more night left. You grit your teeth as you'd walked into the pizzeria. It would be fine, you knew it would. You knew how the job worked, knew that the mascots had patterns and weaknesses.

You also knew that they would be more persistent than ever, but you just didn't know by how much.

You were spending just as much time inside the empty Freddy Fazbear head as you were out of it, your eyes rolling in their sockets back and forth from the vents, then to the tablet and back up again. The head stank of mold, rot and, vaguely, blood. It was a stench that was churning your stomach, and you couldn't help the sigh of relief every time you could remove it again.

After the third or fourth time you managed to drive someone out of the office, you finally realized that something felt distinctly off. The mascots were as persistent as you'd feared, perhaps moreso, but there was something different about the way they left. It was Toy Freddy in particular. He was fond of standing in front of you, his body slightly askew and his jaw hanging open, the familiar blue eyes replaced by the lights as they were apt to do in the darkness.

Not this time. The bear retained his eyes, the lids having fallen over them a bit. The Toy leader looked... sad. It took a good long while for it to finally meander out of the office, as well. The thing was practically dragging it's feet! Was it intentional? A clever distraction for you, making you forget your priorities?