Chapter 1 A cute problem

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(Before the story starts, I just wanna say my opinion, anytime I write about the Puppet Master, I will use they and them, but whenever they encounter cute things, they will be turned into a girl and given the name Marionette and I will also use the terms she and her. Just wanted to put that out there, enjoy the story)

Code: scream means the jumpscare noise from which ever game the animatronic makes. That also means that when I write "the animatronics yelled or yelped or screeched" means they scream like a human would.

It was a normal day in the pizzeria, everyone had free time because it was school time for all the kids, Chica made pizzas for the morning, Bonnie was on stage, practicing new songs, Freddy and Golden Freddy were in the parts and service room, cleaning out the spare heads, and Foxy was just relaxing in pirate's cove. Chica finished her last pizza and admired her work, suddenly she heard a crash coming from outside and called out to Bonnie.

Chica: Bonnie! Are you ok? Did you drop something?

No answer, Chica decided to check on him, she wiped the grease off her wings and walked out the kitchen, heading to the stage.

Chica: You know Bonnie, if you keep dropping your guitar, it's gonna brea-

Chica stopped dead in her tracks, she stared in shock at Bonnie, instead of the large purple bunny he was, he was now an itty bitty cottontail! Chica approached Bonnie and kneeled down to his eye level. Bonnie hadn't noticed and thought everything was fine.

Chica: (How?! What?! And why?! Why is Bonnie so small?! He's shorter than a door handle! And why isn't he freaking out, does he not notice this? Oh boy, he is gonna freak out when I tell him, brace yourself, Chica) Uh... Bonnie, are you ok?
Bonnie: Oh, hi cheeks! Yeah, I'm fine, I didn't feel so good a second ago but I'm doing better now!

Chica stared at Bonnie and picked him up by his waist.

Bonnie: Woah! Chica how can you pick me up? Have you been working out?
Chica: No... uh Bonnie, I don't know how to sugar-coat this but... you're not your normal size
Bonnie: What!? Come on Chica, don't play with me!
Chica: I'm not playing, I'll show you

Chica held out Bonnie and walked to the girls restroom, she held him infront of the mirror and Bonnie started freaking out.

Bonnie: WHAT?! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?! HOW AM I GONNA PRACTICE MY SONGS?! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO PLAY MY GUITAR?! HOW DO I CHANGE BACK?!
Chica: Woah! Calm down Bonnie, maybe the others can help
Bonnie: CHICA! ARE YOU NUTS?! THEY'RE GOING TO MAKE FUN OF ME!!
Chica: No they won't, Bonnie, you're our friend and I'll make sure they don't tease you
Bonnie: EASIER SAID THEN DONE!

Bonnie's bottom lip started to quiver and his eyes got watery, he started to cry and wail, Chica panicked and started to rock him, she rocked him for a little while until he was calmed, Bonnie realized what he had done and blushed.

Bonnie: I'm sorry cheeks, I don't know what came over me, it's like I had no control over myself and it happened automatically, gosh I feel so dumb
Chica: No No, it's ok Bonnie, it's strange that happened though, hmm I wonder...

Chica flicked Bonnie on the nose, making him yelp, he held his nose and his eyes started to water again.

Bonnie: Hey! What was that for!?
Chica: Sorry, I was just testing something, and what I figured out is true, you're not just small, but you're also a baby
Bonnie: WHAT!!??
Chica: Yeah... it seems like your emotions got more sensitive, let's see what else is off

Chica set Bonnie on the floor.

Chica: Here, I want you to stand up and walk
Bonnie: Sounds easy enough

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