I've been busy. (Exams are right around the corner. What the hell am I doing writing fanfiction, reading gay smut, drawing characters, playing Nefarious for two hours-)

Anywhere I've had this in mind for a while. I did show some concept art for this AU. Basically the main characters will Marionette (from FNAF 2), Ennard (Sister Location), Lefty, Music Man (Both from Pizzeria Simulator and Ultimate Custom Night). Other characters will be present.

Part I

A sign.

It had appeared. Marionette gasped. After he came out of the shower. A nice warm shower. One of the simple mere human like pleasures he enjoyed. One of the few actually. He barely enjoyed any human related activities.

Yet having a shower... even having a bath.

It was so strangely calming and therapeutic.

Being surrounded by steam, the water just running, like a calm steam. Nothing would equal to anything like this.

However his face felt strange for most of the duration of the shower, numb in a particular section on his left cheek. He came out and dried his raven black and white hair, he stared at the mirror, his eyes grew wide.

It was a crack. He shakily rose his hand and stroked his finger over it, it had the texture of a crack, he pressed it down, he exclaimed "ouch" when he felt a jagged piece of porcelain stab into his jaw. He drew away his hand, keeping it away from the area but still near his face, his fingers hovered over the area in pure loss and fear. He stared at it. His face never had cracked in the past but he took it as a bad sign. As a magical man, anything on your face that appeared for no reason was not a welcomed sign.

He opened the medicine cabinet and dug out a bandaid, he peeled off the paper pieces he gently pressed the sticky onto the crack, covering it, for now. He smoothed it with two of his fingers and looked at it. It wasn't out of mind, but at lease no one else would be worried about it. He walked out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his torso, looking visibly pale, he returned to his bright room, the light irritated him, he growled in displeasure. It felt like the light was frying his own brain, so he waved his hand, it glowed purple as the curtains responded and drew themselves closed, sealing out the sun and putting the room into darkness, he snapped his right hand's fingers, as they clicked, his overhead lantern like-light illuminated the room in a more pleasant and less eye-hurting-so-much-I-wanna-kill-it way. He dressed, putting on dark grey boxers and putting his fluffy dark grey dressing gown on. He planted himself on his red chair in front of his vanity mirror, staring at the area where the bandaid covered the crack, his eye darted to his bookshelf, he rose up his first finger and curled it inwards to his palm.

A book from the shelf flew over to his hand, he opened the hardcover book and flipped through the pages. Nothing about cracks appearing on the face. If he didn't find another less obvious way to cover it up; Teddy would question it.

He was already thankful that Teddy Fazbear, younger brother to both Frederick and Bear Fazbear, had hired him despite his nature and the fact he was a man of magic rather than reality. Teddy dismissed that in favour of this job. Teddy would be concerned if he had a bandaid on his face without a proper reason, he'd need a solid lie that would:

Number one: not give away the fact he had a crack on his face.

Number two: not make Teddy inclined to ban him from doing magic.

Marionette spent a few more hours in his room, when Chi told him he needed to get ready for work, he locked the door with a simple wave of the hand and announced he wasn't feeling well. Of course then Teddy came to the door to check on him. He jumped into bed and unlocked the door.

"Well you are awfully pale."

"I'm always pale." Marionette told him dreadfully.

"What happened to your face?"

"I needed a muscle sample, I took it from my cheek."

"Well... I don't do it again." Teddy sternly warned and walked away.

That was close. He resumed reading to find the cause of this, he was frustrated after going through over ten books, ten thousand pages of information that was useless. Nothing about cracks, how to fix them or what could cause them.

He looked at the far right side of his dark red wood bookshelf and saw a black book with a golden metal border. It had a lock on it.

A forbidden book he muttered.

His former teacher had given the book for safe keeping, he told Marionette to never open it. That said teacher died many centuries ago. Marionette kept it on his bookshelf so it looked normal. If he placed it anywhere else, it'd just draw too much unwanted attention. He took the book into his hands and went over to his bed, he sat crosslegged and stared at the cover.

A red pentagram.

He started to hear whispers. They all urged him to open the book, to unlock it. Normally Marionette would take this as a bad sign and lock up tighter in a vault and throw away the key into the ocean and let it sink. But he never saw what was inside the book. He closed his eyes and summoned the key, a small rusted silver key appeared in front of him, he lifted it gently and plunged it into the lock on the cover, the chains around it broke. Marionette gently placed them on his bedside table and opened the front cover.

Immediately he was hit with demonic symbols.

Luckily he knew the language and he knew how to translate it.

"A contents page. That's useful." His finger levitated over the topics listed that were contained in the book. His finger stopped at the topic "CURSES AND CORRUPTION"

"Gira a pagina duecentocinquantasette." He whispered as the pages turned themselves in front of his eyes to the start of the topic.

"Curses and Corruption are closely linked. A magic user can be cursed by many means. For example another magic user, their own hand/spells, an artefact... Corruption can often be a result of a curse and may physically alter a person's look, sometimes cracks are stated to be a sign of corruption as a result of a curse..."

Corruption.

Marionette froze.

Corruption.

He didn't know anyone who survived Corruption.

There was no cure.

Marionette shot up from bed and went straight to his desk, he opened his large wooden case of chemicals and began to search for anything, he placed aside rare ingredients, finished potions, scribbled notes on parchment paper. This couldn't be how he ended. How did he get cursed anyway?!

FYI-

Marionette will often speak spells in Italian.

Some characters in this story will also speak different languages at time. I've debated on possibly having Maestro (My human version of Music Man in this story) speak German. I'm still thinking of it of course.