A/N: I understand that you may read and like the story, but without comments, I don't exactly know if you guys like it or not.

But I will continue on with this because this is something new to me, and I love it dearly.

Her father told her that she had to act as if she was just another animatronic as soon as he sold her. She had to act as if she was programmed, as if she had a mental schedule running constantly. Yet she couldn't think of doing such a thing when she was in such a situation as the one she was in now.

Since the people of her village had deemed her dangerous, she had her arms pinned to her sides. Thick steel bands wrapped around her body tightly, binding them and keeping her from clawing at the wooden walls that currently surrounded her. And was it just her, or was the air getting thinner? Granted, she didn't need air, but it was almost a security blanket, that she was alive and okay. Even, of course, if that meant that Amy herself was no longer such a thing.

Stop thinking like that. We're about to go in front of a whole group of animatronics!

Amy hadn't left. Not even close. Instead, when her soul had abandoned her body, she had attatched to the one thing she was aiming for all along; Mari's animatronic body. Despite how she hadn't wanted to die, it seemed that dying was part of the strange ritual that Amy had been attempting back in the now-burned-down mansion. Thankfully, the village was lenient on that charge and didn't send a bill to her father for the damages.

It's not like anyone was living there.

Mari shook her head, which was the only thing she really could move at the moment. The box was barely big enough for her chest to expand when she breathed, let alone for any other movement. She shifted her feet, which weren't really feet anymore. They were nubs, and these nubs had a black-and-white stripped design going up. It was all part of her new 'form', one she didn't even want, much like the company she had as of current.

Her box was jostled roughly, and she had to clench her teeth to not yell out insults to those who were handling her. They clearly couldn't see the big, orange stickers all over the box, all of them reading FRAGILE. Another had jostle made her count her lucky stars that she was bound to the box, despite her constant mental griping about it.

A strange smell made her perk up a bit. It no longer smelled like the inside of a foot locker, nor did it smell like the outside, which smelled like dead leaves and chilled winds. Instead, this smell was musty, old. Like an old box recently opened and revealing treasures. The footsteps were something new, too, as for most of the trip she couldn't hear a thing. This must mean they were on tiled or wood floors.

She knew where she was, of course. Freddy Fazbears, pizzeria place. Someplace you could take your snot-nosed children and leave them there while parents either took care of errands or ran off to drink or have sex. Just a few moments alone for themselves or for their spouses. Frankly, Mari could see their point of view, since she and children hadn't really gotten along when she was younger.

Yet she knew she'd have to get used to them now, since she was going to be working with them everyday from 10 am to 9 pm.

She forced herself to remain still, listening as she was wheeled somewhere with a heavy metal door. It swung open with an angry screech, then slammed shut. What little light she had had was gone, and she was left in the pitch black. Nearby, she heard a man curse.

"It's already 10. I need to get outta here." her box was patted. "seems like you'll be unpacked tonight by an employee. Or hey, maybe the other animatronics will do it for them!" he gave a loud laugh as he walked out, the door opening once more in protest before it slammed.

The moment he was gone, she laid her head back against the wood. If what she was told is true, then the night guard would be here shortly, say about an hour before midnight to eat and drink before their shift began. Because Mari was an (expensive) and new animatronic, it would be likely that they'd be unpacked before the employee ate and drank. But that was still another hour away, and last she checked, she was alone with no one to play cards with.

Sure, there was Amy, but she had a sneaking suspition that Amy would cheat, and she was always a sore loser in life.

That, and they weren't talking to one another at the moment.

Her 'eyes' became lidded, and it seemed like reality was blurring at the edges. Time seemed to slow, and her sense of how much time was passing exactly wasn't at its peak performance like it could have been. Soon, she heard heavy footsteps walking to her box. She hadn't heard the door opening, so it couldn't have been the nightguard. Who else could be here that could walk?

Well, there were the animatronics, but she highly doubted that.

She didn't have to wait long to figure out who it was, for at that moment a loud cracking sound could be heard just inches from her face. The wood appeared to be bending away from her, and soon it broke off, leaving splintered pieces of box on her shoulders and chest, and bits in her mask, which were already growing to be a nusience.

A round face appeared in her line of sight, dark purple eyes meeting her own light purple. A bright smile passed the young woman that stood in front of her, and the woman grabbed the rest of the box and tore it away.

"Hi! I'm Chica!" she seemed very giddy to have Mari there, judging from how fast she tore away the steel beams and the wood. "We're going to hav-"

"Chica." a deep voice started them both, looking to Mari's left. A black tophat was the first thing Mari could see. "I thought we both agreed to leave them in the box until midnight."

"But that isn't fun, and I was way too excited! This is the first new animatronic that we've seen since Foxy came and joined us!" Chica bounced with giddiness, letting her hair bob along with her. It looked very fluffy for someone of her stature.

"Granted, yes, but Foxy was someone we were warned of and told about. Them." piercing blue eyes looked over at Mari, who was dusting herself off. "We were not told of them. "

Mari gave a tart laugh as she easily sank back into her human form. "Y'know, the 'they' can hear you. I'm the.. 'Marionette'. Just call me Mari, please."

Freddy seemed to be sizing her up, although she wouldn't have worried about being a threat. He easily had a good six inches over her, and seemed made to fight someone. Ironic, since he was supposed to be working with children. His dark skin easily faded into the darkness, which Mari wanted to find pretty. But due to his attitude towards her, she simply couldn't.

Maybe he's nicer when you get to know him better.

"Well, Marionette-"

"Mari."

"Marionette." he glared at her, and she narrowed her eyes. He seemed to be picking a fight. "You're going to be on the Prize Corner during the day. Hand prizes out to kids, count tickets, stuff like that."

She snorted, which he didn't seem to like. Thankfully for him, he kept his mouth shut as he adjusted his sleeves. "Okay, sure."

"Chica will be handing out food. Cooking it, too. Bonnie, " here he motioned to a younger man, with tan skin and purple hair pulled back with a red ribbon. "Will be up on stage with me. He's playing the bass. "

"Who even plays base?" Mari knew they were being snarky, but it couldn't be helped. This is how they were programmed to be in the face of people who she viewed as bullies. Why Freddy was one, she could easily place. He was bossy, and she didn't like that.

It wasn't just about him being bossy. There was something cold and calculating in his eyes, the way his eyes roamed over her frame and studied her face. She tried to make sure she looked as fierce as possible.

"Since this is Freddy Fazbears, you will follow orders given to you by Freddy Fazbear himself." he guestured to himself, and Mari used all her mental strength to not roll her eyes or yawn. "You'll also be given new clothes, since your animatronic form is downright terrifying to children-"

"Says the six-foot bear."

"And the dress you have on is not at all appropriate." he folded his arms, daring her to challenge him.

She kept her mouth shut, instead smiling sweetly. "Alright.. and where can I find new clothes?"

Freddy jabbed his thumb in Chica's direction. "She'll take you to storage, and explain what you're going to be doing tonight. "

"Tonight?" Mari wanted her questions answered, but already the animatronic bear was walking away, pretending he hadn't heard any protests she had.

"Oh, and one last thing." he turned, facing her. "Try and defy me... and I can guarentee that your life will be made a hell in which you won't survive for long."

The crew of three seemed startled when Mari chuckled.

"You? Make my life hell?" she put her hands on her hips, shaking her. "Too late for that. Try again in another lifetime."

He gritted his teeth and continued walking off, leaving the room that Mari had been dropped off in .

Surrounding her were things she could name. Things she was so familiar with since she used to see them every single day back at her home. Blueprints were posted up on the shelves, each one marked in white marker the name of each animatronic. She could see a new one, not as dusty, had been added, and her familiar father's handwriting revealed it to be how to fix Mari, and common things that were and weren't threatning to Mari's health.

She turned away, her throat closing up, and she followed Chica. The blonde talked about how happy she was to have Mari, as it was all mostly boys, and she had been the only girl in the building before they gained news that they would be retrieving a new animatronic.

They walked past arcade games and went into the kitchen, heading to the back.

"It was a 50-50 chance that you would be a boy. If you had been, I probably would have started pulling out my hair!" she laughed.

Mari found her lips twitching upward, giving an awkward chuckle. "Yeah, that would have been a shame."

"Sooo, where are you from?" she opened the doors to the very back of the kitchen, to a storage box that was color-coded. Giving Mari a once-over, she looked over in the black and white parts.

The smile vanished. She looked at a crack in the wall, rubbing her arm. "Well... I came from a place once known as Russia. We call it Serenity now."

"Isn't that the place with all the snow and killer wildlife?" Chica looked excited, clinging to a black dress and white tights.

Mari thought back to her life expiriences. "Sadly, not where I'm from."

Chica's arms drooped. "Oh, okay." she perked right back up. "So why were you sold here?"

A deep breath. Another. Three more. "There... was a fire... " she switched to lying, avoiding the horrible truth she couldn't yet face. "And my creator needed money to fix his house. "

Chica looked visibly upset. "That must have been horrible..."

Mari laughed a bit, taking the clothes she was being handed. "It's alright, I guess. I was getting old, anyways."

Chica was quiet for a while, then spoke up. "Ya know, if Freddy is being mean or anything, just... call for me. Freddy's been known to be controlling and overbearing on newcomers. "

She got a grin in response. "Oh, that sounds fine! I've been known to be highly annoying and rude. Maybe I can annoy Freddy enough that he throws down that stupid top hat of his."

The amythest-eyed chicken snorted, covering her mouth. "Let me know if you do, okay?"

"Alright" Mari nodded, smiling as she changed. The clothes were snug, but they would do. A small slit up her left leg made sure she had some mobility whilst being child-friendly; essentially, it had puffy spots, a vest, a skirt, and knee-high boots."This is child-friendly?"

Chica shrugged. "It's weird. But frankly, if you didn't already have a color scheme, you could have gotten bright orange and green."

Both women made a face of disgust, before heading back out.

"So what we get to do every night is try to stuff the nightguard." she had said this with such a straight face, Mari almost believed her.

She gave a laugh before she noticed Chica herself wasn't laughing. "Oh, gods, you're serious?"

"Deadly serious." she smirked, giving Mari finger-guns. "Yeah, but something happened a long while ago, and now we try and stuff the nightguard into the suit. The phone dude he listens to is ancient and outdated... Says we think he's an endoskeleton or some crazy buisness."

Mari snorted. "An endoskeleton?"

Chica put on a deep voice. "That's a big no-no here!"

The white-haired girl shook her head, tucking her hair behind her ear. "So, what if we catch him?"

"Oh, we don't try." chica smiled. "We usually just hang out. Go and try to scare the nightguard or something. Freddy even gave us the whole "If you can scare him so badly he passes out you don't have to try next time" thing."

"So if I scare him til he passes out tonight, I can charge through the night?" her eyebrows rose.

Chica nodded. "Only Foxy has been able to even remotly do it, and even then, he causes the night guard to have a heart attack. So, he constantly win/fails."

Mari pouted. "Poor child. But ah... who even is Foxy?"

"A pirate. He hardly comes out of his Cove ever since he got really damaged. And since there's no place that sells our parts, he's paranoid about being hurt more. So he just stays in the Cove, bidding his time. "

"I hope he bids his time in a fashionable manner."

"Well... I mean.. once he fell on his face cause his foot got tangled in the Cove's curtains. Does that count?" Chica gave a shrug.

Mari nodded, smiling . "It totally counts. So when does this whole chilling thing start?"

"When the clock hits 12." chica leaned against a wall, yawning.

Bonnie and Freddy were nearby, chatting in low tones and seemed to be planning something. Mari nudged Chica, who looked up at the two.

"What are they doing?"

"I don't know. Maybe they're planning again on how to get the guard, which always usually fails. I've learned not to try with them." she gave a small laugh.

"Freddy seems a bit.. brash, don't you think?" Mari straightened up, clutching their hands together.

Chica shook her head, hand on her hip. "He's programmed that way. He wants something, and he'll take it. He'll probably kill himself like that someday."

The white-haired girl studied those who walked around her, taking into account everything she saw. Before long, the alarm for 12 am rang, causing Mari to nearly jump out of her skin. Shaking off the embarrassment, as Chica was snickering, she turned to the blonde.

"Well i'm going to go and knock out the nightguard." she smiled, pointing a thumb in the direction of the office.

"Are you sure you can even do it?" the chicken suddenly seemed aprehensive. "It may be a bad idea."

"I'm sure I can. It's not like it's insanely difficult and that I'll just fail over and over again, right?" she snorted, folding her arms as she headed out.

She needed to prove her worth, mostly because her self-esteem was so low. Freddy hadn't helped matters either. Every time he looked at her, she felt that she needed to spit or punch him, feeling as if she was small and unremarkable in his eyes. Frankly, she didn't take too kindly to being made to feel like her very exsistance was a mistake, and this was something she was going to prove him wrong about.

Carefully, she hooked her wires, which had been added on by her father before she left, to the building, feeling it's very life thrum just under her skin. She felt where everyone was, as if she had eyes on them. Chica was waiting in the kitchen, although what she was doing remained blurred to Mari. Freddy and Bonnie were onstage, talking to one another in murmures. Bonnie was moving his arms spirratically, as if he was having a seizure.

The nightguard was in the office, the building seemed to tell her. He was leaning back in his chair, tablet in hand, sipping his drink. Mari walked to the office, but once she got close enough, the door slammed shut on her.

Freddy had glanced up, and laughed a bit. She didn't need the building to know that the laugh was aimed at her, him thinking that she was stupid and couldn't handle a simple task. She shook her head, coaxing the wires to drain the mans battery much, much quicker. After all, if all the power was out, then the doors would go up, correct?

Well, she was right. The moment the doors went up was the moment she had planned on attacking the man. However, Freddy had other ideas.

He shoved her out of his way, playing a damned song that grated on her ears. He grabbed the man and stalked off, hardly offering her a glance as she struggled to get off the floor. Her wires helped her, spooling back into her shoulders and pulling her up with them.

She growled. "Stupid bastard."

Mari stalked back to Chica, who noticed her grim expression. Chica sighed.

"Let me guess. Freddy took your kill."

"Okay, who said anything about killing, first of all," mari glared, but didn't have the time nor energy to care about it. "Secondly, how did you guess."

"He does it all the time." she sat on the counter, chewing on a piece of pizza. "Whenever the power goes out, he goes in, no matter who's in the room with the nightguard, or how far along they are in their attack. It's happened so many times, but 6 am usually happens just before he's able to get the nightguard. It pisses him off to no end. "

"so you're saying he likes everyone to believe he's the one doing everything when in reality it's him being a complete and total jerk?" Mari was handed a piece of pizza, which she studied before taking a bite.

Now don't get her wrong, she doesn't need to eat, and therefore hardly ever does. But this pizza tasted better than anything she tried. She wolfed it down, hardly listening to Chica.

"He was programmed that way, and despite advancements made recently in this thing called 'society', he hasn't changed. He's a person who likes to be in control and doesn't like it when someone tries to take his spot. "

Mari smirked, ignoring her pizza for a moment. "Well then he'll have a hell of a time trying to get me to back down."

A/N: Heeeyo, it's chapter dooooossss, i can't party, i just wanna stay home!

Jk. Please review, tell me things you'd like to see in the future, tell me things that could be changed, should i describe more things, less things, do i need to specify characters personalities? PROBABLY.

Kay, g'night everyone.