A 'Corn'-fusing Situation

Anticipated and confused glances were cast toward the storage room beside the show stage. The one containing what anyone would only describe as a 'hot mess' of a pair.

While Toy Chica and Toy Bonnie were betting on if they were in there making out, the worried pair of Jeremy and Mangle watched and listened for things being knocked over or curse words being slung back and forth.

"You sure they're alright in there?" Jeremy asks, "alone together?" The blonde boy had been working alongside the younger female guard since she started, he knew her well enough to know what kind of things made her angry, what pissed her off royally. And now she was in a tiny broom closet, with all of those things wrapped up into one puppet guy from hell.

The broken-up fox boy looked just as concerned as his night guard companion, but opted to stay positive. "Y-yeah, totally." He fibbed a little. He knew that Marion could be really hateful at times, and even to an extent act as immature as the kids he hands out prizes to. And he'd witnessed how snippy he could get with anyone that decided to act snippy right back at him. Yeah, that was Beth in a nutshell. And just how friendly had they been to each other when they did talk? The kindest thing he'd heard his guard friend call him was a 'silicone Marilyn Manson', he could only imagine the things they were calling each other in there now…

-In the closet-

While the others were chatting outside, no doubt about who'd storm out angry at the other first, the two stood in silence. It was almost deafening, and the air felt it would ignite at the next words said.

Beth really didn't know what to expect from the guy anymore. First she gets talked down to when they first met, claims to be going to give her as much grief as he does at night during the day too, but then never shows his face for about a week. Was he scared of her? Maybe just that mad? She had no idea. And, with this in mind, she said the only phrase that came to mind:

"I'm 'corn'-fused."

Marionette looked up from whatever was super interesting about his feet. "What?"

She crossed her arms, looking up at his pale face. "You treat me like near garbage the first time, don't make an appearance for a week, then you apologize?"

"No-", he held a fist to his mouth, shoulders shaking a little. Was he laughing at her? "W-what did you say?"

'Eh boy', she thought. She'd let her accent slip again. "I said", she repeated, "'I'm 'corn'-fused'".

He lost it, absolutely lost it. He was laughing at her! Well, when it slips, she does say the weirdest combinations of words the dialect has to offer.

It took him a couple minutes to pick himself up off the floor from it, but he stopped.

"Are you done?"

He looked down at her, smiling. "Yes."

-Later-

"Oh, what's going on in there?"

It was almost nine o' clock, and Mangle hadn't heard a peep out of Marion and Beth. He was starting to worry.

'What if Beth snapped again and disassembled Marion right on the spot? Sowing back his limbs in the wrong places?' How was he to explain to the kids that Marionette is 'anatomically incorrect'? Being politically correct was already a pain in the ass enough! 'Or what if Marion got tired of her mouth and killed her? And turned her into one of 'his' puppets?' Oh no, please not that!

Mangle jumped from his seat, fur flying, toward the closet door. His hand was inches from the doorknob just seconds before the door opened up on its own, revealing his two friends.

"Mangle, you ok?" Beth asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Marion stepped out, Beth following only to be grabbed by Mangle. He checked her over, turned her full 360 degrees. "No scratches, bruises." He cupped her face and looked at her eyes. "Psyche check. What's the answer to life?"

Laughing, she replied: "42."

She saw him physically and mentally, it seemed, relax. "Good, you're fine." He turned to look for Marionette, seeing him standing in the door to kid's cove. "Are how about you?" Mangle smiled at the doll boy hopefully, "has your demeanor changed for the better?"

Marion narrowed his eyes at him, grimacing. "I was just in a closet for hours with 'that'", he said, pointing at the blonde, "what do you think?"

Mangle smiled and sighed. Yep, same old pissy Marion.

Beth laughed at this. "Well at least I'm not the only one that 'snorts' when they laugh around here anymore." She said, the smirk in here voice ever too present.

"Well at least I talk properly, Ms.-er-'corn'-fused!" He struck back at her, still having to keep from laughing hysterically.

The two continued their verbal battle as the toy fox just walked away, wearing a satisfied smile. Yeah sure, they still had a little trouble getting along, but at least they were on 'talking to each other' terms. His work here was done.

A/N: Part three is done! And it's a doozy. That reminds me, if anyone's confused about any part of the story, and I'm only asking this because sometimes even I get confused with where I'm going with my writing, just message me and ask. I don't mind one bit answering any questions. Leave me some reviews! How's my writing? Let me know! Part four will be up at some point. Stay weird, my friends.