AUTHORS NOTE:
This is the sequel to No More Pizza. It will probably be longer than the first. I'll normally upload a chapter everyday. I hope you enjoy the prologue of Too Much Pizza! C: The first chapter will be up tomorrow. Rated T for swearing and gore.
PROLOGUE:
It was dark and quiet. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of the air vents inside the dark sterile room. The room was huge, and had clean checkered walls and floors. The room was barren of anything except for a few chairs and a table.
And a marionette hanging on the wall near the back of the room.
It was limply hanging on the wall with its legs and arms dangling down and it's hollowed eyes staring blankly forwards. The lanky marionette was just hanging on the checkered wall silently as the air vents blew silently. The marionette was black, except for it's face and several white stripes across its body. Its face was purple in some parts, and it had red rosy cheeks on his slim face. It just hung there silently, looking lifeless. However, the marionette was far from lifeless. The silence in the room remained, but there became movement.
The marionette suddenly lifted one lengthy inky black arm. It lifted its arm and extended it, before it then uncurled it's talon-like fingers out and stretched them out. The marionette looked as if he was reaching out to something, and it was. The marionette's blank mind began to think as thoughts rushed through it's head. Not a lot of thoughts, as just one phrase surged through its mind.
Pop goes the weasel, pop goes the weasel, pop goes the weasel... The soft phrase repeated over and over again, bouncing around in the marionette's hollow head. It curled its fingers and then stretched them out against before its charcoal eyes pointed down until they were narrowed. Music, music, where is it? Pop goes the weasel, pop goes the weasel... I want to hear the music. The marionette thought as it let its ivory-colored pupils open and begin to wander around as it continued extending and curling its fingers. "Pop goesss the weassseel..." The marionette spoke in a high-pitched tone that bore a heavy hissing sibilance. It spoke mostly to itself. Its eyes were still narrowed as he lifted his other arm. "Pop goessss theee weassssel!" It exclaimed suddenly as it nimbly bounced off the wall. Landing on inky black feet, the marionette stood rigid and it let its eyes wander about the dark room.
"Mussssiccc boxx." The marionette hissed as it began to walk in a long stride about the room. It let its white pupils continue to wander as it began to chant as it searched for the very thing it was chanting about. "Musssicc box, mussicc box, Musssssicccc box!" It hissed vehemently as it continued to search. Its white pupils shrank a little as it strode towards a few boxes and began to reach its slim fingers out to curl them around the box and shove it aside in search for the music box. Suddenly, the marionette's keen hearing picked up a noise behind it. The lithe puppet whirled around to face he intruder, only to see a tall human man that was holding a small box. The marionette's white eyes widened slightly. Music box! It thought as it sprang forwards at the man whom it assumed was a staff member.
The man lurched back in surprise at the marionette's sudden outburst. "What're you doing out?!" He exclaimed as he backed up.
The Puppet skidded to a stop and skipped in place. "Wiinnd itt!" It demanded while curling his fingers into fists. The man warily walked past him and winded up the box. He set it down on the table as the music began to play. The man turned to look at the marionette with wary eyes.
"There it's winded. Now get back on your wall, please. " He murmured as he began to walk back towards the entrance to the room. The marionette rushed over to the table and lowered its head to the box. The music was soft, but for the puppet, it was the most pleasantly loudest music ever. It stood there and hummed softy as the marionette then turned and bobbed its head nimbly. The staff was right, it probably should return to the wall. It began to slip over and do just that, return to his original stop perched on the wall.
But as the marionette was beginning to climb up the wall, there was a noise behind it. It swiveled its lanky head around to see a very unfamiliar figure being pushed in the hallway. The figure was huge and brown and looked an awful lot like...
It lowered its hands from the wall and opened its black mouth to gasp. Freddy Fazbear! Its face then contorted into a frown. No, that couldn't be. Freddy Fazbear was gone. He had left the building shortly after he had been found. A few weeks later he was gone without a trace. The staff had searched and searched, but they had never found the iconic bear animatronic. They had lost two animatronics in the span of a week. The discontinued fox animatronic Foxy had died. However, no one really seemed to count Foxy as a loss. The staff and even the parents and kids seemed to just forget about him as days passed. Nobody forgot about Frddy, though. The search went on for weeks and the company was distraught over his loss. The Puppet missed Foxy, though. Freddy, too. To be honest, they had been doing terribly with only Bonnie and Chica. Bonnie and Chica had also not been acting right at all since Freddy left. The staff thought they were malfunctioning, but through The Puppet's observations he saw they were simply heavily affected by the loss of Freddy. It had been hopeful that the staff would soon forget about it and the animatronics would return to normal and from their hysterical state. After all, they had just recently moved to a new location. A new building to escape the ridicule they got from heir old location due to the accidental killings that happened with the animatronics. At this new location, The Puppet had been hopeful they could rebuild.
But The Puppet was about to receive a nasty surprise.
As it stood there and watched the figure go by, it lost control of its curiosity and hope and scampered to the door. The Puppet scampered up to the open door and peered out in the hallway. He watched the staff wheel the shiny animatronic down the hall. "Freddy Faazzbearr?" It drawled as it began to step out the dark room to watch the animatronic get wheeled down the carpeted hallway.
"Hey! What're you doing?! Get back in the room!" The man standing nearby growled as he advanced irritably on the marionette while still bearing a wary posture. The marionette backed up and nodded respectfully to the staff member, however its eyes snapped back over to the door to the show stage as the strange chestnut animatronic was pushed inside.
The man began to walk closer. "Come on, get back in there." He muttered as he pointed towards the door. The Puppet couldn't tear its alabaster pupils from what was happening in the show stage.
Another man walked up to the staff member. This man looked like a security guard. "What's going on?" The rather skinny and tall man asked wearily. The marionette could see the very tired look in the security guard's eyes.
The staff member nodded to The Puppet. "He won't go in." He grunted.
"Did you wind up the music box?" The security guard asked while watching The Puppet through very weary and slightly disturbed eyes. The marionette stared back and tilted its head, oblivious as to why this man seemed so jumpy around it.
"Yeah." The staff member said.
"Exccusssse me." The marionette hissed, which startled bot men. The Puppet pointed out to the door. "Whatttt isss thattt? Hasss Freddy Fazzzbear returned?" The Puppet questioned as politely as it could manage while staring at the two with inquisitive hollow eyes.
The security guard looked even more disturbed, however he slowly shook his head. "No." He said abruptly.
The Puppet frowned. "Thennn whatt issss that sssstrange animatroniccc?" It questioned.
"A replacement." The security guard said as he moved forwards with widening eyes. "P-Please, stop asking questions. Get back in the room. Your music box is wound, r-right?" He asked in a high-pitched, fearful voice.
The Puppet was very confused at this security guard's growing fear of him. It looked back at the room and nodded its black head. "Yessss." It hissed and looked back at the two men. The Puppet always knew whether or not the music box was wound or not.
"Then please, get back in there..." The security guard said while he gritted his teeth in a fearful manner.
The Puppet wanted to ask this man why he seemed so scared of him. None of the staff were ever scared around The Puppet, usually it was just minded and left in the Prize Room. But this security guard seemed very frightened. The lanky marionette's frown did not falter. He had to ask one last question. Replacements? What on earth did that mean? "But, whaaattt about Bonnie and Chicca?" It questioned. "Arreee youuu jussssst trying to replaccce Freddy Fazzbear?"
Suddenly there was a noise to the side. It turned its head to see the door open. A sleek yellow chicken animatronic who looked much to feminine for The Puppet's comfort but still looked similar to Chica was pushed in through the hallway. As they moved by, The Puppet's mouth fell agape as realization hit it.
It backed up into the room. "N-No." The Puppet said as it narrowed its eyes. "Youuu arre noott thinnking..." The marionette began in a dark tone, however the security guard immediately slammed the door shut as soon as it had stepped inside.
"No!" The marionette cried as it ran forwards and slammed on the door with an inky black fist. "You cccann not be thinnkking of doing thissss!" The Puppet cried. Replacing Bonnie and Chica? That was mad. This would only lead into ruins. It occurred to the marionette then that the restaurant was about to be in even more danger. It immediately knew as soon as it saw what was going on.
The marionette turned his head to look at the music box. It slipped over and picked up the box, watching the music play. The marionette narrowed its alabaster pupils.
No. It was not going to let Freddy Fazbear's Pizza fall into ruin. If Bonnie ans Chica were being replaced, the meant something terrible must have happened to them both. The marionette gritted its round teeth in anger as it thought about what to do. Something, something. It had to do something. Thoughts raced through the lithe marionette's mind, until finally he got an idea.
Freddy Fazbear. The marionette could feel it. He could feel it for all animatronics. Freddy Fazbear, the original, was out there. Perhaps very far away, but still out there. The original iconic bear was still there. Hiding somewhere, probably. Very very far away, perhaps, but he was still there.
And The Puppet was going to find him.