FnaF FanFiction : Please The Puppet
|| ~ A [Female] Marionette x BalloonBoy ~ ||
|| ~ Chapter One : The Music Box ~ ||
SideNote: This is actually a fan story for the user Pokemason. Pokemason had
inspired me to write the other FnaF fanfic so you can thank him. Btw if you're
confused about me gender, I'm a boy. Wry is a girl. This is a two typer account.
All around the cobbler's bench,
the monkey chased the weasel.
The monkey thought it was all in fun,
POP! Goes the weasel.
The same tune was repeated again, again and again...
It replayed. It echoed. It chimed - It stopped?
A light flicker of white peered out of the box. The music box.
"Hey... why did you stop?" it tilted it's head.
Meanwhile...
"Hi." he called as he crawled through the vast vent.
The nightguard gasped, "No! Where is my torch? DAMN YOU BALLOONBOY!"
"Haha..." B.B laughed demonicly. He then heard tiny footsteps coming from down the hallway.
" ? " B.B tilted his head to get a view of what was coming.
"W-W-Whhyye-e-ee..." it's voice was glitching out.
The nightguard dropped lifeless to the floor.
B.B widened his eyes as he saw a black and white attired girl.
"Who...a-are you?" he stuttered as he hesitated to step forward.
She whipped around and switched her purple glowing gaze to see him.
"M-Mari..." she responded softly.
"Well," B.B felt more confident to talk to 'Mari' now, "My name is Balloon boy."
Mari's voice was lke a soothing river to him. He didn't know why.
"Do you like the song?" she asked gently.
He narrowed his eyes in confusion. "What song?"
"N-Nevermind..." she muttered whilst looking down.
He then came to realisation, "The 'Pop! Goes the weasel' ?"
Her pale face brightened up. "Yes! That song."
He nodded. "Everyone knows it."
"Can you wind it up?" she questioned.
"The music box? Sure." he answered.
They both scuttled towards the stained music box - the handle
Balloon boy spun the handle round and round until it played the tune,
All around the cobbler's bench,
the monkey chased the weasel.
The monkey thought it was all in fun,
POP! Goes the weasel.
Mari had a huge smile on her pale, white face.
She began to sing along with the song. Her voice was the face of beauty. Her voice was grace.
B.B was soothed. "You're very good at singing." he complimented without realising.
"T-Thank you." her subtle face was flushed with rosey red. "You're the first to say that."
"You're welcome, Mari."
It was the start of a blissful relationship.
|| ~ End Of Chapter One ~ ||