Author's Note: Well, here we go! The results of the vote were; 1-0 votes, 2-1 vote, 3-4 votes. So option number three wins! A multi-chapter story in different POV's. Thanks to all those who voted, and I hope you like it! Also I changed the summary and rating because I felt this new summary would be better, and rating because this story is going to have all of the good FNAF's things, so T isn't gonna cut it. Anyways, enjoy!

Warning: Language, some violence, and this is a slash! (I count the Marionette as a 'he') M/M. Don't like it? Don't read it.

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own these characters, I'm not that awesome.

Jeremy's POV

I have no fucking idea what I'm even still doing here.

Yeah ok, I really need some money. Living on your own at twenty to escape an abusive father and a mother who doesn't do shit doesn't come with out its obstacles. Money, money, money; that's all I can think about since I don't have any. So, in order to get money to pay for my shitty apartment I had to take a shitty job. Currently there were no other places hiring besides that weird kid's pizza place. Since I needed the money, I took the job. I figured hey, it's a kid's pizza place, what could go wrong?

Oh was I wrong considering every, fucking, thing, was, wrong.

Of course like all other kids I too used to love animatronics and arcades. The food was always shit but as kids you don't really care. I remember the first place I had ever been to, my best friend Jasper and I used to go to some restaurant called Fredbear's Diner. It was in seventy-five, and I remember those characters had been the coolest to us. There were three character's then, a golden bear, a yellow bunny, and some black bunny that always scared us to death.

Jasper and I had been the best of friends. Our families lived across from each other and we were in the same grade at the same school. He was my refuge from my screwed up family, we were inseparable. Then of course, something had happened when we were only eight years old, almost nine. At the time, I was too young to understand. My mother told me that my very best friend since I could crawl had left. At the time I didn't understand, I was so young. Only when I was fifteen did my parents actually tell me Jasper had died, but they never told me how.

When I applied for this job, I knew that Fazbear's Pizzeria had boughten the original Fredbear's Diner. Ok, so what if Jasper had something to do with my employment choice? Can you blame me? Some of my best memories are of us as kids in that old restaurant. I figured it brought me happiness once, maybe it could again.

God had I never been more wrong.

The first three weeks of my new job as a night guard had been a living nightmare. At first it wasn't so bad, sure the place was a scary hell at night but nothing moved the first night like I was told they would. I had thought those people were crazy, until I went back again. During that second night the new Bonnie had come into my office, but I luckily had my Freddy mask on to protect myself. Foxy, new Chica, Balloon Boy, and the Mangle had all made an appearance while I was busy winding up that freakin music box.

I remember how I hadn't stopped shaking for the first week of my job, completely terrified. Somehow I managed to not die, and didn't even let the music box unwind once in the first three weeks. Of course I hadn't known who or what the music box affected, but I most certainly didn't want to find out. There were a few close calls with old Bonnie and Chica, but still I somehow managed to stay alive. Then in the third week I did it, I forgot the music box.

However, it wasn't my fault. The animatronics had been especially vicious that night and it seemed I was constantly wearing my Freddy mask. Finally when I had a moment to think, I heard music coming from the hallway. Then I remembered. I gasped, I had forgotten the music box! I let out a stream of curses as I scrambled for my tablet. Before I could grab it however, a figure lunged at me from the shadows with a shriek.

Screaming as I was pushed over backwards in my chair, I found some sort of puppet sitting on my chest. I didn't get much of a chance to take in the sight of it as I thrashed, trying to remove its hands from around my neck. The thing's grip only tightened, stronger than anything you'd expect from something that appeared to be made of mostly fabric. Still squirming, I gasped for air as my vision began to darken.

"P-Please" I somehow managed to rasp out, looking up into the white eyes of the puppet.

Well, I never thought I'd go out this way; in this shitty kid's restaurant pinned to the floor by some scary ass puppet strangling me to death. Really, who could predict that?! That had to be like, one of the weirdest ways to die ever. Just when I thought I was dead, suddenly I could breath again. I coughed and wheezed, taking huge gulps of air as my lungs and throat burned. When I finally caught my breath and my brain caught up with what was happening I froze, becoming as still as I could.

The puppet was still sitting on me, but it wasn't hurting me. It ran its fingers over the spot where it had just been strangling me. Was it just me, or had its expression changed? A moment ago it looked furious and now it seemed, almost sad, apologetic. Leaning down it peered at the marks I probably had from it's fingers, seeming like it was inspecting the damage. It looked up at my face for a moment before I swear it sighed, and just like that it disappeared back into the shadows as if it had never been there at all.

What, the, fuck? Why in the hell was the thing killing me one moment, then gently inspecting the damage the next?!

All I know is that I laid on the floor for about fifteen minutes, rubbing at my throat, in shock. I didn't move until the day shift guard came and found me, asking if I was alright. I remember I had just dismissed it as I had fell and quickly left. That day all I could think about was the conflicting emotions I felt about what the marionette had done. I had felt terrified that I had almost died, yet it hadn't killed me. It seemed sorry for what it's done, and I actually found myself forgiving the animatronic. Even when I saw in the mirror how purple my throat was, almost in stripes from it's fingers. Questions just kept running through my mind. Was it even an animatronic? Were the others like that as well?

Well ever since then, which was a week ago, I've forgotten the music box twice. The second time had been on accident, two days after the first incident. It occurred in much of the same way. I had panicked when I realized the music box had unwound. Only to scream as it once more lunged at me from the shadows, knocking me over and onto the floor. Instead of trying to kill me however, the puppet simply looked down at me, looking as confused as I was.

"Y-You're not going to, to hurt m-me?" I had managed to get out, staring up at it with wide eyes. The thing simply disappeared once more back into the hall, leaving me alone. I hadn't had a problem with any other animatronics that night, like they were all hiding.

The third time I forgot the music box had been sort of an accident, meaning I didn't put it as a top priority. However instead of the typical lunge from the darkness, I was surprised to see the marionette step into the dim lighting of the security office as 'Pop Goes the Weasel' played in the background. Holy shit, the thing was huge! Easily as tall as me, if not taller.

Carefully I set down the tablet on my desk, looking up at the thing with a mixture of wonder, curiosity, and a touch of nerves as I said slowly "You're different from the others, almost as if you can actually feel and understand me."

I had no idea what I was doing, it's not like the thing could understand me. Could it? Honestly I didn't know, but something about it changed as I said that. Well, someone had to do something. However I was not disappointed as the marionette walked up to my desk in an easy stride. My hear beat raced as it bent over, face only about five inches from mine. It's hands were clasped behind its back as if it was studying me formally.

What I guessed to be curiosity was what it looked at me with. For some reason I flushed as the thing's eyes scanned every part of my body it could see. Why the hell was I blushing? While it was distracted I looked at the puppet a bit more closely, but before I had time to fully take it in it was looking into my eyes again. Fear and curiosity churned in my stomach as it twisted with nerves, not quite sure what to make of this thing.

For some reason, I feel like there's more to this marionette than meets the eye. What did that phone guy say? It was always thinking? Yeah, I could see why he'd say that now. Again it disappeared back into the hallway, leaving me alone in my office. In my brief examination I noted that the puppet seemed, different, from the other animatronics. How did it even walk on those pointed legs?

I found myself at the end of my shift, but as I went home my mind never drifted from the puppet. For some unknown reason, I kinda wanted to see it again. There was just, something about it. Yeah sure it had tried to kill me, but I feel like it regretted it. I don't know why, I just wanted to observe it closer. I'm thinking about possibly not winding the music box on purpose, considering it's been three days since our last encounter. Is it weird that I kind of, miss it? I am so fucked up.

Today I walked into work, mind racing. I sat at my desk and after an hour passed, I finally decided to just fuck all reason and let the music box unwind. Hopefully it wouldn't mind being woken up. Not even a minute later the marionette was standing in the doorway of my office, looking at me. Some would find that unnerving, but I didn't even bat an eye. Propping an elbow up on the desk, I rested my head in my open palm as I studied it.

"You confuse me. Really this whole place confuses me, but you in particular I can't figure out" I stated, looking up at it. I had no idea if it could even understand me, but still for some reason I was talking to this puppet thing.

Again the marionette stepped in front of my desk and bent over so our faces were level. It gently placed its fingertips against the bruises on my neck that were beginning to fade to a yellow. A surge of fear shot through me as I sat up straight, tensing. I wasn't sure what to make out of this, but the gesture seemed, caring. The puppet let out a soft sigh, and I was a little taken aback. It seemed upset about the marks, and I found myself gradually relax under it's touch as I looked at it.

Not knowing why, I asked hesitantly "You're sorry about that, aren't you?"

Looking up at it's face, my breathing hitched as I felt the Marionette's fingers wrap around my throat. I assumed it's fingers were lined up with the finger shaped bruises, but there was no pressure behind the motion. The puppet nodded it's head and my mouth dropped open in shock. "You, you can understand me?" I questioned with pure disbelief.

It nodded it's head once more as it removed it's fingers from my neck. I am completely shocked. It could understand me! But how? Curiosity and wonder replaced all fear as I looked at it. For some reason I couldn't decipher, I wanted to know more. I want to know this, thing? Person? What do I even call it, him? Does it have a gender? So many questions raced through my head as I summed up my courage and reached out, grabbing one of the puppet's hands.

When I grabbed it's hand, I was surprised at the small sound of surprise it made. Although it didn't seem like it could talk. I inspected it's claw-like fingers, surprised at their sharpness. Upon closer inspection, I actually quite like the puppet's design. It seemed like this marionette was very curious about me, and the feeling was mutual.

However it still appeared a little down hearted, so I said quietly before letting go of his hand "You know, I forgive you for that. Obviously the music box has some importance to you, and I'm sorry I forgot it." A small smile pulled at the corner of my lips as the puppet seemed surprised. Something fluttering in my chest, and I nearly gasped as I realized something. I, I felt affection for this puppet. I was, fond of it?

Well, yeah of course I was happy that it didn't kill me. And ok, maybe I had this warm feeling from the way it was so upset over its own actions. Different, this thing was different than any other thing, or person, I've met. It seemed confused, in need of help and understanding, and fuck, I wanted to be the one to give it that. Now if I could only pinpoint the exact reason why.

Was it kindness? Friendship? Attraction? Love? Could the marionette even feel? Yeah I kind of enjoyed it's company, but could I ever feel any of those things for an animatronic? I don't know, the only person I've ever loved was Jasper, and he's gone. Never had a single friend since.

So I have no idea what possessed me to say"I-If you want, you can stay in here if you don't want to go back to your box."

I seemingly surprised the puppet as it stood up and cocked it's head to the side. Flushing a bright red, I watched as it was probably thinking over what I had just offered. What the hell Jeremy?! Why the fuck did I do that?! There was just something about this puppet, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. Before I could make an even bigger fool out of myself, the puppet nodded to my surprise and sat down on my desk so it was facing me. Maybe this could become a regular thing, I honestly wouldn't mind.

And just maybe I can figure out just what in the hell I'm feeling, and why.

Whew! I really like how this chapter came out. I loved Jeremy's POV, so hopefully you did too. No the whole story isn't going to be different events in both of their POV's, I just did it now to establish the characters. I'm not going to lie, I am SO excited for this story. I love it so much and hopefully you all will too. Soooo, thanks to CrazyTimesAMillion, reversethiscurse69, and PrincessNightstar24 for helping me develop my idea! If you liked it or have a request please leave a review! Please and thank you! ;)

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