No String attached (a marionette x reader story)

Where did she go! If Golden Freddy got her I'm gonna rip him to shreads. Wait I can hear her. She's talking to, Toy Freddy? What is going on here?


2. Old friends

-Time Skip twenty years-

>Your pov<

You sigh and place your (s/c) hand over your eyes to block out the light of the sun. So glad I took a nighttime job. You think to yourself. I seriously hate the light. As weird as it sounds, it is true. I've got about three hours until my shift. You think judging by the fact that the sun was setting. Well, it is a hour long drive so I guess I can go now. You slide into your old Mercedes and take off down the road. Deciding to kill some time, you stop at a McDonald's for some (f/f/f). You take your time, leaving an hour until your shift starts.

-Time Skip b/c of a boring drive- 

You walk into the restaurant with twenty minutes to spare. The manager greets you hurriedly explains the job then takes off with a scared look on his face. You shrug and stroll back to the office. A man about a year or two older than you sits in one of the desk chairs. He jumps when you walk in.

"Oh, um, hi. I'm Mike and I guess you're the one I'm working with?" He says quickly. You chuckle lightly.   

"Bit jumpy are we?" You plop down in the chair beside him.     

"Who wouldn't be? There's a bunch of animatronic things trying to kill us from the sounds of it." Mike points to the phone on the desk and hits play. 

A cracking voice plays. "Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on  getting you through your first week. Okay? Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know. Um, "Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and   premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets  have been replaced. Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too. So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? OkaySo, just be aware, the characters do tend to  wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Uh...Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was The Bite of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?    

Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night    watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll p-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort...and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh. 

Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night."

That's what you and mike are left with. You shrug and lean back in your chair flipping through the cameras. "Bonnie's on the move." You chuck a mask at Mike and you and him pull it over your faces. Bonnie walks in then walks right back out. You wind the music box and the soft melody plays. 

"How are you so calm?" Mike hisses. 

"Because I know that I don't have them to fear." You say simply. "I saw my best friend get killed in the prize corner on his birthday. I still want to strangle the hell out of that fucking grape. Nothing scares me anymore."

"Wait, what?" Mike looks fearful.   

"Yeah some grape decided to kill my friend. It was his freaking eighth birthday. I was six but.  I can still remember it. I also watched Freddy and Chica try to save him. I don't know if it worked." You sigh. The faint noise of pop goes the weasel plays from the prize corner. "Mike, hide. Marionette is gonna show up soon."  

"Without you? What are you, suicidal?" Mike asks.

"No. I want to see if puppet might recognize me. Freddy and Chica shoved my friend in the puppet suit to try to save him." You push Mike in a closet right before Puppet shows up at the door. You take a deep breath, here goes nothing. "L-l-Lewis?" You stutter out. Puppet freezes and looks at you.   

>marionette's pov< 

The woman in front of me says my name, not Marionette or Puppet but my name that I had before that purple guy killed me. I freeze. My head cocks to the side. How does she know my name? "L-Lewis, it's me, (Y/N)." I take a set forward and she holds her ground. This can't be (Y/N). The girl I remember was six, not twenty-si-. Wait, how many years have passed since my tenth birthday? I count in my head, twenty years. This girl could really be (Y/N). I wish I could talk.

I wish you could too. I hear something in my head that sounds so much  like (Y/N). She jumps.  

Can you hear me? I question with my thoughts. She hesitates but nods.

I think that maybe I've still got some of foxy's metal in me, making us able to communicate. She spouts out.

Wait, I don't remember you ever getting hurt from the other animatronics. She shakes her head.

You were still a kid. The bite of '87 remember? It was my fifth birthday. The bell to signal the end of her shift sounds then, making her jump. "Dang it. Time moves to quick. Mike, come on! Our shift is over." A man around (Y/N)'s age steps out of the closet. I look at him curiously. He yelps. "Lewis won't hurt you, Mike. I promise." 

"Who the hell is Lewis?" Mike's eyes never leave mine, even though he has to strain his neck just to look in my eyes. (Y/N) points at me. Mike just shakes his head. "This place is already messing with your head." We hear footsteps in the hall. I duck around the corner and out of sight before the manager can see me. 

"I really like this job." I hear (Y/N) say. "It reminds me of my best friend that was killed here a while back, only in a good way." I can hear the smile in her voice. The manager just stats silent. "The animatronics are pretty fun too." I laugh silently. I bet the manager is questioning her sanity right now. 

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