First meeting

A/N: A quick intro to my OC. Name: Beth Sanders, Age: 18, Height: 5'4, Eye color: blue, Hair color: blonde, wears in a ponytail, Body structure: skinny with some curves, wears glasses. She's an aspiring writer, but has a time finding the time to do it between college and working the day and night shift at Freddy's. She's been working the night shift for a couple of days now, and discovered quickly that the animatronics can turn into humans whenever they want. Ok, enjoy the story!

A good writing streak came around once every few weeks for Beth. A span of time she always enjoyed, revered even.

And right now, it was being interrupted… repeatedly…

The music box kept winding down so fast tonight, she figured it was broken. In fact she was certain. She wouldn't touch it, though. That was Liz's (FNAF OC) department, strictly.

That thing was the only hindrance to her quiet hours of the nightshift. A single solitary hour of tranquility was hard to come by in her life. It was easy enough keeping watch over the toy and old animatronics, in fact, they kind of liked the blonde. Her constant smiling, laughter, and over-all brightness was, as Mangle put it, 'like an angel's blessing on a dismal pit of despair.'

Sadly, she wasn't in a very 'angelic' mood.

Beth glanced at the camera for kid's cove, seeing the blinking warning sign in the bottom right corner. The guard could care less anymore. She thought, 'Whatever's in that 'scary box' can't be any more dangerous than that flamboyant blue bunny on the show stage.' And hey, if they managed to have a single friendly bolt in 'em, then why not this one?

She felt slightly better now, as long as she could finish just one dang paragraph…

"Beth!"

Her composite book slammed shut, lead pencil hit orbit. 'Don't curse in a kid's place… don't curse…'

Mangle swung down from the ceiling into the office, looking absolutely scared out of his wits.

'Push it down… Push it down, Sanders…'

"Beth, what the hell are you doing? The music box", he fumbled, pointing to the tablet on the desk, "w-wind it up!"

Beth was losing it, trying to grasp onto her anger chord. She only got pieces of what Mangle was saying: "Don't wanna meet… really cranky… can't sleep without it…"

She let go.

The guard suddenly stood, pushing the rolling desk chair away, slamming her palms on the desk. The fox boy went silent instantly. "U-um, B-B-Beth?"

The 'pop-goes-the-weasel' song played down the hall…

"Beth!"

She shook slightly. She… laughing… she was laughing. Her head flew back, crazed laughter erupting like a powerful blast of air from her throat. Mangle could only stare, dumbfounded by the female guard, wheezing, doubling over holding her gut, and occasionally snorting.

"Ah", she straightened back up, wiping tears from her blue eyes, "that's great… really…"

The music behind Mangle had ceased, but only for her bout of laughing. Mangle thought for a second, then realized, 'that's right, he's use to quiet little Jeremy Fitzgerald, not a female guard.' He bet his bolts that it confused the…

"You know what?" Beth snatched her IPod and headphones from her bag. "I wanna know why his 'sleeping' is more important than my sanity!"

Mangle could only watch his new friend stomp out of the office, toward her eminent demise.

-A bit earlier-

Kid's cove became eerily quiet. That was never a good thing. Ever.

The reason for it, actually, opened up the lid of the box at the far end of the room. A mechanism above the box raised its sole resident's lanky form from it. He surveyed the dark room just in time to see a pink and white tail round the corner and bolt down the main corridor. Behind his mask, he grimaced, 'that deranged fox will never learn…' When guards mess up, they die. Plain and simple.

His strings went limp, letting him fall to the floor and climb out of the box. Only his usual thin foot didn't touch the floor, a black and white converse did.

He and the others weren't exactly sure of how they were able to change from metal and bolts to skin and bolts at will. But when you looked at them, really, their human forms didn't differ far from the animatronic's appearance.

The deafening silence finally reached him, taking a hold of his psyche and squeezing. His once dark pitted eyes glowed with single white lights, body tensed, and only one thing on his mind…

"Time to die, idiot." With that, his automated theme started playing, and he stormed out of his domain, toward his eminent demise.

-Now-

The two unstoppable forces met in the middle of the dark hallway, as a cold and hot front would, destined to become a destructive storm. Beth's eyes picked out two glowing dots coming toward her. He saw a shorter form speeding at him.

Nothing had been said, and or screamed, before a thin, lightweight object was thrown at him. It hit his chest and fell into his hands, some kind of string following it.

Beth turned on her flashlight, shining it on his hands. "There!" She said, her country accent firing up, tinging it with venom. "Entertain yourself, and leave me in peace!"

She turned to go back before he'd slung it back at her, hitting her dead between the shoulder blades. 'Jesus is this guy gonna get it', she whipped back, fists clenched and at the ready.

"Why not just do your fucking job and wind my music box?"

The faulty lighting suddenly illuminated the battleground, showing each the cause of their grief.

Silence. Staring. Other synonyms pertaining to 'awkward moment'.

Mangle emerged from a nearby maintenance closet and put himself between the two.

"Marionette, please." He pleaded, " I tried to tell her, but she… kinda…", he searched his words, then decided on, " went 'round the bend' as you would call it." He laughed nervously. You couldn't tell what the guy was saying because of his accent, especially when he was mad, which was all the time.

Marionette barely paid attention to Mangle. He was too busy giving Beth the evil eye, which she returned with freshly sharpened daggers.

All the while each one looking the other up and down.

'Damn', Beth thought, 'where'd I miss this guy?' He was just…wow.

The Marionette stood about the same height as his animatronic. His hair was a bird's nest of black and white strands. 'Pff, bedhead', she kept from laughing. He sported a black and white dress shirt-vest combo, shirt sleeves rolled up enough to show his arms weren't wholly black, but seamed up to white upper arms. A black and white bowtie adorned his shirt collar, a sixteenth note in the middle white part. Black skinny dress pants and monochrome converse finished his look with a 'teenage goth boy' feeling left with Beth.

Marionette let his eyes drift over her body, roll over every curve of this… 'intruiging' new guard. She was much taller than the one he'd seen earlier, and even more busty in the front and back…

She caught his eyes. " 'scuse me pal, my eyes are up here!" Look me in the face before I pummel yo-ours-wow.

Mangle waved a hand in front of her face and his. They both snapped out of their little fantasy worlds, each with the other as the main attraction. "Alrighty then." He put a hand on her shoulder, "Beth, go home. It's almost six am anyways." He turned to Marionette, "and you need to get ready for today, we got three or four birthdays to work." He rolled his eyes, shoulders slumping, "fine." Beth then realized: she works the day shift too. She'd be seeing him again. Mangle came back, at that thought, with, "you should get some rest for the parties later today too." The doll froze. He'd be seeing her all day today.

The two gave each other another death glare. He smirked at her, "so now I get to annoy you during the daytime as well?" He laughed quietly, "how quaint."

She snarled at him, behind it a blush burning hot, "why don't you just stay in your little playroom with all your plushie buddies, Barbie." She grinned at him. Yep… greatest insult ever…

He scoffed and turned back to return to the kid's cove, she turned to return to the office to get her things and head home, each thinking about being around the other the next day.

A/N: Went ahead and put the whole thing on here instead of making it several parts… seemed kind of stupid to do it that way. I'd really appreciate it if y'all left me some reviews, tell me how I did. Thank you!