Marionette screeched, the sound of tearing fabric and snapping metal being heard. Mike cried out for him, distraught but unable to help, foxy was holding the wounded man even as he looked towards the puppet in shocked horror.
Golden Freddy, thought to be gone, was in the midst of fighting Marion, but had just managed to rip one of marionettes legs. Oil like liquid leaking from the missing limb's stump as Marion collapsed, staring at the wound in a shocked then frantic manner. Tears running down his porcelain mask in pain and fear. He didn't understand, Goldie had moved on hadn't he? Why was he back? Why was he hurting him!?
He tried to voice this, but all that came out was a crackling static mixed with a warbling clanking noise. His internal music box having been broken by a earlier hit.
Goldie had appeared out of nowhere, attacking mike as he was speaking to foxy within the main room. Marionette had heard the commotion rushing out in time to see Goldie bite into mikes shoulder and to see foxy thrown against the wall with a telekinetic push.
He had threw himself between mike and golden Freddy, turning the focus from the badly hurt and red stained mike to him instead.
The fight had continued, eventually leading to his leg being ripped off. Golden reached down, holding him by the shoulders. He looked up, meeting goldies blank stare. In that moment he realized this wasn't his old friend, someone else had taken the body. Chase maybe? He didn't get to ponder this thought, instead his arms were pulled up, followed by goldies body yanking them as hard as it could. Seeming to attempt to rip them off as well.
The static emanating from Marion grew louder, a rip in the seams of his fabric appearing. The tears increased and he screamed, it breaking through the static and prompting mike and foxy to return to the fray.
He was pulled away, limp and in agonizing pain. Mikes heavily concerned and fearful pale face coming into view. He was just glad his mask wasn't cracked at this point, otherwise he wouldn't have felt the gentle touch of Mike's hand. Marion realized that mike had been speaking, but he couldn't hear it over his own pained static. The touch having been an attempt to soothe him.
He felt faint, bordering on unconsciousness, mike was running his hands over him, trying to alleviate the pain from the wounds in anyway he could. He removed his bloodstained jacket, wrapping it around marionettes ripped leg, his movements desperate as marionette's eyes drifted closed.
Mike was calling for him to stay awake, fearful that he would move on due to all the damage.
Good thing for mike that marionette was stubborn. He wasn't gonna leave yet. But it looked like he wouldn't be getting back up anytime soon.
Mike held him close, feeling faint himself from blood loss. It was gonna be hard to make a story to tell the hospital, as the wound was definitely hospital worthy. Blood was still flowing, but had slowed now.
Mike jerked his head up as a crash was heard from the fight, he having temporarily forgotten it due to his distress.
Foxy had managed to fend off golden Freddy, both fighters wounded and retreating. Golden Freddy vanished, looking too worn to continue the fight for awhile.
Foxy limped over, kneeling next to the couple to check on his brother and his brother's lover.
Mike looked at him, torn between handing the puppet to his brother or never letting go. Eventually blood loss forced him to choose, carefully handing Marionette's limp form to foxy as he staggered to his feet, fumbling for his phone to call fritz or Jeremy, he didn't trust himself to walk, let alone drive anywhere at the moment.
As mike leaned on the wall while making his call, Foxy checked his brother, worried as he found each tear and wound. He stilled as he discovered how badly marionettes leg had been damaged, the metal endo sticking out and broken along the fabric starting from the knee down having been torn away.
It looked painful to foxy, and he had been in a state of disrepair for years. It took awhile, but Jeremy and fritz were quick to appear, fritz going to help mike while Jeremy sped over to his captain. He stood shocked at the sight of them, foxy's being torn in places and marionette limp in his arms.
Foxy relaxed at the sight of his first mate, knowing that his brother and himself were in good hands