Marionette's Days At The Pizzaria

21(?)

I looked back down at marion once they had left, the shadows stayed at the side of the room as well, just watching softly.

'They really are worried about her' I thought, just smiling weakly.

Marion looked up at me, still crying softly, but as the toys did their job the music began to play.

She instantly began to calm, her eyes drooping as she turned her head to press into my ratty but still fluffy chest.

I smiled gently, keeping her close. It was soon 6AM, leaving me no choice but to retreat into the back room once again, Marion had fallen asleep to the lull of her music. So I placed her within her box and closed the lid gently.

The shadows followed me out of the room, floating in the air like the ghostly creatures they were, I looked up at them with my pin pricked white eyes. Their own matching my gaze evenly.

I gave a simple nod of acknowledgement and then vanished, reappearing within the storage room in my normally slumped position.

I would wait for the next night before talking to marion again.

Marion's POV -12pm-

          I awoke to the sound of my music, keeping me calm and sane. I blinked softly, the gentle light from my eyes letting me see just the smallest bit within my box. I shifted, thinking of what had happened last night, all the foggy memories that the lack of music had brought me were still present; but dulled by the music that made me happy.

I could clearly remember some things though, I now had a face to the name of Fredbear. It felt as if id known him for a very long time, as from what i could remember I had awoken in his arms very very long ago. Most of that time was a blur, some tainted by purple aswell. I remembered a storm and a window, along with a warm light. But the rest of that memory was blurry and full of fear.

I blinked away the tears that were welling within my masked eyes, moving a hand to dab at them softly; surprised to be crying even with my music playing strongly. I shifted after, sighing weakly as I returned to my thoughts, the image of fred-Goldie- as he goes by now- coming to mind. A blurry shape, also a golden color, came to mind aswell, but goldie's shadow blocked my sight, I gave up trying to focus on it, deciding instead to remember what fredbear looked like so very long ago. I remembered his dark blue bow and hat, now a dark black, along with his golden fluff, which was now a matted gold. I started as a noise came from above me, looking up and blinking nervously as the lid moved. I relaxed when I saw the golden color of the fingers lifting it.

Golden's POV

I had woken early, pacing the storage room until midnight. I snickered to myself as the withered glared up at me, obviously annoyed at my constant movement. I teleported as soon as the cameras came online, knowing that meant midnight. The withered would begin to move around tonight aswell, so the guard was in for a surprise. I appeared within prize corner, taking a glance around before moving to Marion's box once again...

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