Mark awoke and looked around sleepily. The T.V was still running and its took Mark's sleep-addled mind a few seconds to figure out that he'd fallen asleep on the sofa. He grumbled and looked at his clock. It read 7pm. So he had a few hours until work. He looked around half-assedly and spotted his phone next to the T.V remote. He got up and went to walk over to it, instead falling and hitting the ground after tipping on the shoe he'd taken off in his sleep.
His sleep-addled nerves hardly registered the pain and he got up and wondered over to it. He picked the phone up and sleepily began looking at a text he'd received. He didn't pay too much attention to it, just skimming it. He put his phone back down and stumbled over to his kitchen.
Mark slapped himself and put the kettle on for some tea. He grabbed the cleanest mug he could find and put a teabag inside it. He placed the mug beside the kettle and leant against the countertop.
A few minutes later, his kettle dinged and woke Mark from his daydream. Mark grabbed the kettle and poured hot water into the teabag and opened the fridge.
Mark swore. He didn't have any milk. He closed the fridge and grabbed the teabag out of the mug with his fingers. He threw the teabag somewhere quickly and exhaled through his teeth at the pain he felt from the heat. He put his finger in his mouth, wetted it with his saliva, and grabbed the hand!e of the mug.
Mark dragged himself over to the sofa, where the T.V was still on, blabbering about some guy they called 'Purple Guy' that broke out of jail. Mark watched passive!y.
Purple Guy's POV...
I stared into Mark's living rooms, watching him. The news was talking my escape from the cops.
Kill.. Kill...
He'll hurt them...
Keep them safe from him...
That's what they whisper. But I'm willing to give him a chance, since he keeps Marionette happy.
Watch yourself Mark, you're on thin ice.
Mark's POV...
Mark felt he was being watched but he was only just fully waking up so he just shrugged it off as his nerves.
Mark continued to watch T.V for the remainder until his shift started at 12pm, or 00am.
Hours later...
Mark's phone went off. He checked it and saw the it was 11:30pm. He got up from his sofa , put his cup of emptiness back into his kitchen, put his night guard outfit on, and left his apartment. He walked down the hallway and into the elevator. He pressed the down button and waited patiently for the lift to reach the bottom floor.
Finally, after a minute or two, the elevator doors opened and Mark walked out of the hotel, heading for his car.
He unlocked it, got inside and drove off for work.
At work...
Mark parked his car. He got out, locked it and unlocked the pizzeria entrance. As he closed it, he locked it again.
The pizzeria looked like a kid-friendly zone at day, but at night, it became a whole nother dimension. The walls were painted grey with black and white stripes between two red lines. That was all the decoration the management put. The rest is bad drawings by children.
Honestly, at night, place looked creepy.
Strange stains littered the bottom of the walls and the lights seemed to flicker and die randomly.
Stepping into his office, Mark noticed that it was the only room at night to have constant lighting.
The room itself was much cleaner and bland. With only his desk, fan, chair and tablet as decorations but they served less as decorations and more as nessecities.
Mark sat down on the chair and pulled up his tablet, checking the cameras. He noticed that the music box was almost empty but he didn't bother recharging it.
Instead, he closed his tablet and looked into the hallway, activating his flashlight to see down it.
The Marionette was floating down, not bothering to hide herself. Mark waved at her and she shyly waved back.
The Marionette stopped and floated beside Mark, staring at me.
"Hello Marionette. Nice to see you again." Mark greeted. Marionette smiled at him.
"Hello to you too Mark. How was your day?" Marionette asked, hoping to make conversation.
"Eh, I'm mostly nocturnal now. I do things like shopping in the day but that's about it. My life has been dominated by this job now." Mark shrugged. "What about you Marionette?"
"Today was a quiet day. Some kids here and there but mostly everything has been quiet." Marionette explained. Mark nodded and checked the cameras. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Mark looked at the Marionette.
She looked exactly as she should. Her face, however, acted like a human. She had fully black, large eyes with a white dot that was about the size of a small orange. Her mouth moved perfectly like a humans whe she spoke.
As mark looked at her, she smiled with her mouth closed and looked at him with large white eyes. She sat cross-legged in the air with her hands on her lower leg about halfway to the foot.
Mark smiled back at her and checked the camera.
Strangely, Toy Bonnie seemed to be tapping the wall with great curiousity. As though something was there. Mark frowned.
"Marionette." The puppet perked up and looked at him. "Is there supposed to be anything in that wall?" Mark showed Marionette the camera. Marionette shook her head.
"Other than pipes and construction, no nothing should be there." She shrugged. Mark picked up his flashlight and waved for Marionette to follow him.
"I'm off to check it out." Mark began walking. Marionette floated beside him.
As the duo reached the wall, Toy Bonnie had peeled away most of the plaster on the wall.
"Hey Toy Bonnie." The animatronic turned around and looked at the night guard in curiousity. "Find anything in there?" Toy Bonnie looked back into the wall and removed the last of the plaster.
Mark was not prepared for what was inside.
Mark stared down at the mutilated face of a lady. It was covered in blood and her facial expressions showed great terror.
HOLY SHIT! I actually uploaded another chapter for this story!
Miracle, nothing less.
