In The Box (Jeremy X Marionette FNAF Fan Fiction)

Chapter One: I Forgot The Box!

Jeremy's POV

I sat on my chair with my knees tight to my chest, my eyes glued to the image of the momentarily dormant animatronics. Images flash before my eyes as I quickly check in on the other animatronics. Panic spreads through me when I realize that Toy Bonnie has moved. I flash through the other cameras and I can't find him anywhere. I shine my flashlight into the vent on my left and I see him. My fingers fumble with the edge of the mask before I pull it over my head. Footsteps sound closer and closer and I squeeze my eyes shut. They get within a few feet of me before fading back down the hall. After they were gone everything was eerily silent. I look back to my cameras and it hits me. I. Forgot. The. Music. Box. A cry escapes me and I rest my forehead against my knees. It's only a matter of time before he comes for me. The Marionette. I think back to my childhood and what my mother used to do whenever I had a bad dream. She would take me in her arms and rock me and hum a little lullaby. I him that same lullaby and rock myself while I wait for my eminent demise.

Marionette's POV

I sit in my box humming along with the tune to my music box. It was right in the middle when it stopped all of a sudden. Slowly I poked my head over the edge of my box. It's that stupid guard. He messed it up. He took away my music. I hop out of my box and start down the hall at top speed. I pass Foxy. And heard a faint "Poor kid." Before I continued down my path of fury. I was right in front of the room when I heard a strange melody. I slowed down to listen before realizing it was coming from the room itself. I sneak up to just behind the frame and listen entranced by the soft lullaby. The night guard was sitting on a chair on the far wall, his face hidden by his knees. His humming was getting quieter and so I approached so I could listen. Eventually I had to be standing right next to him to hear it. His head slowly lifts itself from his knees and he sees me. He screams a little, stopping the beautiful song.
"Keep singing," I said in a voice raspy from lack of use.