Authors note; I have to say that all of your reviews have warmed my heart. Thank you for being kind. Now, on with chapter two! Also, I agree with dossockies, there isn't enough fan fictions on the marionette that pair him up with someone, or just don't make him the main bad guy. Poor marionette.

As you began to walk out of the restaurant, you felt the urge to stay. It was odd, but it was already dinner time and you needed to get home. You drove home, tired. You lived alone and worked odd jobs here and there and usually ate meals of canned foods and occasionally spaghetti. You didn't mind, you liked those foods. This particular night you 'cooked' a can of ravioli and sat on your couch to watch television. After a while, you took a late shower and passed out after going on your laptop…for hours….before you dreamt.

Your head hurt as Images of the strange animatronic flashed through your mind before you could hear your own breath. You opened your eyes as you seemed to be wearing a mask. You slowly turned your head to your left to see the older version of Chika. You turned your head right to see the old Bonnie who was once your favorite staring at you.

You looked back at Chika who was staring at you now. A faint sound of a music box could be heard as you decided to look back at Bonnie. You were surprised as you were greeted by a different face. The strange animatronic was all you could view through the mask`s eyes as you tried to move your head away from it.

The next thing you knew, you were sitting up in your bed, gasping. You head hurt and pounded, your nose was stuffed up and your face was burning up. You groaned at the pounding in your head, thinking you might be getting a head cold.

You very grudgingly got out of your bed and went to the bathroom. You brushed out your (H/C) hair and did your morning routine before going to the temp-agency to get a job to pay the bills. You got out of your car and sighed before going through the jobs offered for this week.

Middle school janitor-no.

Babysitter- no.

You stared at the third option for a little bit. Night guard. That sounded exciting. You stood up and got in line to fill out papers. The shift was located at- you stopped reading and just stared at the words. You couldn't tell if it was your head cold or if it was the haunting memory of your dream from that night that made Freddy Fazbear`s pizzeria so hard to read.

You couldn't back out now, you just signed paper work for half an hour to get the job! For the rest of the day, you were shaky. Once again, you couldn't tell if it was your head cold or your dream. After a while, it was eleven at night. The papers said to get there by eleven thirty. You got ready, feeling nausea in your gut from fear or sickness.

You drove there, the feeling growing in your stomach as you reached nearer. As you got to the parking lot, you had to hold on to your car as your legs were shaky. A man stood outside of the establishment and waved at you, he must be the manager or a CEO. You shakily waved back with a frail smile as you walked over to him with much caution. He seemed to be in his mid-forties, wearing a dress shirt tucked into grey pants and a grey bowtie atop his collar.

"Hey" he greeted." You must be the girl from the temp agency. (Y/N) was it? Anyways- oh god. You look like crap! Are you okay?" he asked. You didn't realize that you had bags under your eyes and your cheeks were pale, your nose being a shade of pink. "No. I am fine." You sniffed. "I just have a head cold." He stared at you hesitantly before shaking it off. "Anyways… I was going to have you sign a contract stating that any damage or death to your being is not responsibility of Freddy Fazbear`s Pizzeria" you, being so stuffed up by your head cold, lost him at stating. You just signed the contract and walked in with him.

The place was much eerier with lack of the millions of different colors of florescent lighting. He led you through the building before leaving you in the office, with a complimentary box of tissues and glass of water, before getting out and locking the door, pulling the metal security gates closed prior. You waited for a few minutes before the alarm went off on a clock, signaling it was twelve.

A phone rung, making you jump. You were instructed to let all phone calls go to answering machine. After a few rings, the answering machine played before a timid-sounding guy spoke, instructing you what to do and informing you on the KILLER ROBOTS. You froze, you suddenly didn't care about your head cold as you started to desperately search the cameras, practically screaming when seeing that Toy Bonnie has left his post.

You checked everywhere before spotting him in the room that you were at the day prior. Chills went up your spine before flipping to a different camera. You wanted to check on the odd-looking animatronic most of all. Not only did his darkened theme in his appearance compared other animatronic make him look like he could seriously maim you, but he seemed more powerful than the toy animatronics.

He wasn't active, but the man on the phone said that you needed to keep the music box wound, so you did it and looked at other locations. A noise occurred from the vents, causing you shake. You put the camera down and checked the vent light. The blue rabbit was looking straight at you as you quickly fumbled to put the mask on.

You couldn't help but think of your dream as your shaky breath was audible in your ears as the blue rabbit crawled out of the vent and got closer to get a better look at you. You could see the scanner go off in his eyes as you sat there, shaking. The rabbit turned around and crawled back into the vent before you took the mask off. It reeked! Like rotten meat.

You checked the cameras once again before seeing a small warning sign flash on the prize room camera. You quickly wound the music box again before you sneezed, causing a world of pain to explode in your throat. You didn't realize you had a sore throat until now. A noise was in the vent again as you quickly put your mask on and checked the vent lights. The yellow chicken was entering your office through the vent, beak and eyes missing.

You sunk down into your seat as she got closer to try to scan your face that was concealed by the mask. She turned around to leave before a slight itch in your nose, causing you to sneeze as loud as you could. The chicken slowly turned her head back to look at you, the gaping hole of where her beak should be looking even more menacing as she took a step closer to you.

-Chapter end-

Author`s note: sorry for the cliff hanger. It felt right. Anyways, I like to write as much as I can so this fan fiction might be very long if it plays out right. So look forward to later chapters! Please be kind in the comments, I have feelings. I would love some ideas on this story and how I should wright later chapters so please give me some ideas, I would hate to get writers block on this fanfiction.

More chapters to come