A Guard's life

CHRISTMAS REQUESTS!

A/N:
THE TWO REQUEST ARE OUT NOW! The one for you, dear "Call me what whatever" is called "A series of stupid ideas and (mis)fortune, hosted by an Orange Guy" (Yes I'm bad at titles, if you haven't noticed, I would appreciate better ideas).
THIS IS A SKIPPABLE CHAPTER FOCUSING SOLEY ON JEREMY AND THE PUPPET. It's still part of the story though, just with more character and less "P L O T". It's also not as sugary as I first expected myself.
So... uh... okay. Listen, dear Anon. I wasn't really sure what you wanted, since I panicked...
This is what I came up with, I hope it's at least somewhat what you wanted. IF NOT I WILL WRITE SOMETHING ELSE FOR YOU, RELEASING IT ON NEW YEARS.

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Inside of the box it was always hot, meltingly so. The heat was biting through his wires, making him whimper in discomfort. It wasn't a good kind of discomfort, where you knew it soon would be over and it was worse than real pain, since real pain would tell him that he was still alive.
"Get him out William. We will see how my new theory applies."
"Man, this is... really messed up."
"Your attempts at moralizing the situation are appreciated and from now on forbidden."
"No! It wasn't meant to be critic, I just thought... you know, he's already dead and all..."
"William. Please."
"Okay, okay, sorry, I'm on it. You know you can count on me."
Hands grabbing his torn body, clutching into his fragile shell, raising him into hell again, away from the almost merciful emptiness he experienced while inside the darkness.
"Put these on his forehead and chest. We will start at eighty."
If he could have moved he would rip their arms off, tearing through their flesh, annihilating them in an instant. But he couldn't.
If he could cry out, he would have begged for death. He would say that he was sorry, that he would never do it again, no matter what he did wrong. Or at least he could taunt them, hurt them, promising them death and pain, pain like he experienced.
Mercy wasn't an option for them.
He couldn't and wouldn't leave until they were gone, he would-
"Ready, set, go!"
Pain shook his body.
Please, please stop, it hurts so much, dying, please let it be the end!
"Write it down. We will go straight to hundred."
Pain. His thoughts were now jumbled.
"One hundred and ten."
PAIN.
"One hundred and twenty."
P A I N.
"One hunded and-"

The marionette woke up screaming, feeling sweaty and ready to cry, despite both of those things not being a real option anymore. It had been a long time.
Quietly he rose from the little space in the corner he had occupied. Surrounded by plushies, he had hoped to make him feel safe, but the lack of music was only painfully amplified by the soft companions.
Hopefully he hadn't-
"Marion...?" Rubbing his eyes, Jeremy stepped in, his oversized pajama hanging off his body comically... the teddy the guy was holding was only making things worse. "You screamed... did something happen...?"
No, I... I thought...
The brown-haired boy sat down next to him, hugging him tightly. "It's okay. What did you dream?"
He felt that he was crying, despite nothing coming out. This was the third time they were in this situation in a row. Lately his dreams had gotten worse and worse.
I... it was... I don't want to talk about it.
Softly Jeremy petted him. "That's fine too." And with that the machine was picked up, but this time gently, carefully, and carried towards the bedroom. He was tugged into bed, with Jeremy snuggling right next to him.
"Do you want me to read for you? Or sing something?"
No...
"You don't have to be ashamed if you want that!"
I don't want to sleep anymore.
Worrying the human took his claws, softly squeezing them. "I know that feeling."
They sat together in the darkness, Jeremy slowly getting sleepy again. "Are you excited for today? It's your time to shine for the kids!"
I'm somewhat terrified. What should we do if they... don't feel comfortable around me?
"There is no way that could happen!"
Jeremy's smile was so sincere that the puppet couldn't help but smile a little as well. He watched his companion slowly drifting off to sleep again.