When Freddy spoke, his voice wasn't quite as deep as the laughter she had often heard and associated with him, but it was about as close as it could get. Lizzy starred in silence for a moment. Freddy seemed to be the one in charge of the animatronics that had just been here unsurprisingly. Or at least, of the animatronics that were just here. She wasn't sure about-.

"A bunch of sadistic, murderous robots are talking to me, saying how they want my death to go. What do you think?" Lizzy was trying to keep her confidence up, even though a part of it was wavering.

"I suppose it would be for you," Freddy agreed, giving a small shrug. "Normally we don't bother communicating with the night guards. What point is there when they're just going to leave or die by week's end after all?"

"I had a feeling you weren't mistaking me for some endoskeleton." Lizzy clenched her fists tightly. The one holding her bat even tighter. "Foxy gave me that idea when he tried to take a bite out of me."

"He always did have a somewhat more violent streak in regards to the guards."

"And for what reason?!" Lizzy snapped as she narrowed her eyes. "What the hell have I done to deserve you all trying to kill me?! I know I'm not perfect, but for fucks sake I don't think anything I've done warranted being stuffed into a damn, suit! I've only been here a week!"

"Your crime's actually quite simple," Freddy told Lizzy as he looked to her. He started giving an unsettling vibe to Lizzy and before she could speak up, Freddy slammed a hand against the glass. All while smiling.

"To start with, your crime is being a night guard. We're not too fond of them because of past… 'incidents'."

"So what, is this meant to be a punishment because some guy fucked up or something?" Freddy's smile vanished, leaving only a lackadaisical expression. The silence that followed was getting to Lizzy.

BANG!

Lizzy nearly jumped when Freddy slammed both his hands onto the glass. Freddy's new expression didn't change even as his levels of anger radiated off of him. Lizzy actually backed away a step or two.

"That filth harmed innocents," Freddy spoke coolly. "And we won't let anyone in your position or you come near those poor children."

"What the hell are you on about?" Lizzy demanded, heart pounding rapidly.

"You don't know? I suppose it's not really something you would share with new potential workers," Freddy mused. "It doesn't change your faith here however."

"That still doesn't explain why I have to be stuffed into a suit! Why the hell is that needed?!"

"It's quite simple really." Freddy leaned closer to the glass. He made a gesture for Lizzy to step closer, and reluctantly she did. "As far as we're concerned," he spoke coldly. "Your job is tainted, and to take it makes you just as bad as that man. That's just a reason to dislike you. Maybe if things were different we would have welcomed you with open arms, and have cheery times together. But quite frankly…" He broke off into a gentle chuckle and lightly tapped on the glass with one finger around where Lizzy's head was.

"Quite frankly, seeing you guards filled with fear. Crying. Begging. Praying… Screaming for your families that will never help you, friends that will never come and lovers that will eventually forget you… Seeing you squirm and fight… Seeing your blood leak out of a suit with only your eyes and teeth visible as you scream hoarsely with your last breath, knowing the humans will take care of the rest… I can't quite explain it, but quite frankly it's enjoyable. A true pleasure." His lazy smile returning, he went on.

"Everyone here might have their own preferred ways of how they want your life to end, but as long as you die and end up in a suit, I'm happy with any."

"You're… You're…" Lizzy tried to find the words, but she was at a loss as her mouth felt dry and her body a tad numb. "You're… You're all sick! Disturbed! What about those that have families, huh?! Kids, you just say, 'Oh, he has kids and pregnant wife? Fuck that, in the suit he goes'! Is that how it goes?!"

"I suppose it's a bit disappointing if such a scenario happens. But if it happens, it happens. But now, I want to ask you a question." Lizzy was instantly on guard. What the hell could he want to know?

"What exactly do you want to know?"

"Why stay?" Freddy went straight to the point. "We overheard you're continuing to stay, despite the obvious danger you're in. And you obviously have some level of intelligence." Freddy glanced to the mirror and back to Lizzy. "But I want to know why. Even for money, people rarely stay longer than they have to. It always intrigues me. Some stay for the thrill, others just don't have much to live for. What of you? Is it simply rent?"

"Partly," Lizzy grumbled. Freddy hummed as he tried to think of a different possibility.

"Is the money for your family then?" Freddy guessed. Lizzy stayed quiet, glancing to the side. No need to give a full answer, and Freddy seemed to understand. "Hmm, not a bad cause I suppose. Such a shame you'll never get a chance to fully help them. At least while you work here."

"Don't have anywhere else to work so we'll see about that!"

"Your confidence is rather annoying. How about you just give up. Open the doors, and accept your faith," said Freddy. "You know our full intentions, so is it worth fighting? If you do it now, and we'll make your death swift. Doesn't that sound nice? I know guards in the past would have loved swift deaths."

Lizzy glanced down a moment. Taking a few deep breaths to try and calm her nerves down. She knew what she had to say. But she wanted to clear her head a bit first. Adjusting the peak of her security hat a bit, she said,

"You know what I think?" She didn't wait for an answer. Instead, she looked back up calmly.

"You are all a bunch of cock sucking, three dollar whores. Your group is made up of a chicken, fox, rabbit, bear, and a little brat. You are all despicable and should just go away and crawl your way back into your mother's cum-bucket until you're in her womb, and reverse age yourself so you die backwards. I realise that it is impossible for you all to crawl back into the fuck-bucket that is your mother seeing how you don't even have genitals let alone parents, but one can dream.

"You're all stupid. Your logic for killing me is idiotic and flawed. It's so stupid that by listening to it, my brain cells committed mass suicide. But that's not all. Those with families went home first to smother their kids and kill their spouse before they hung themselves. You have the blood of baby brain cells on your hands, you fuck ups. How does that make you feel?"

While Lizzy allowed this to sink in for the animatronic, she wondered to herself if the entire rant was a bit strong. Freddy calmly huffed and turned around.

"Well you can't say you were never given a chance, Lizbeth. It was Lizbeth, wasn't it?"

"I prefer Lizzy," she coldly said. "So what? You're just going to leave now? No attempts to kill me now? Stuff me in a suit?"

"As appealing as that is, it feels too close to six for my comfort and I can't say those doors will open in time. And besides, even if I were to catch you after six, it would take all the fun out of it. Trying to catch guards in a limited time is part of the fun after all.

"I assume you won't be working tonight, so I shall see you next week. Until then, Lizbeth." Freddy gave a small tip of his hat before he turned around to leave. "Oh, and another thing. The Marionette isn't quite as rule bound. And he's been out since you passed out earlier."

Colour drained from Lizzy's face at those words.

"Oh… Oh, tits and fuck!"

Lizzy went to rewind the music. It was a long shot, but maybe if she played it he would go back in his box?

Lizzy picked up her tablet and rapidly searched through all the cameras. Bonnie and Chica were on stage, Freddy was in the dining hall and BB was back in the game room. But no other room had any sign of the puppet. Where could he be?

...

Oh, god no.

Lizzy looked up reluctantly towards the ceiling. Just in time to see a monochrome blur drop down, nearly on top of her before she dropped the tablet, and backed up against her left door and slid down. It was a major blow to her pride as she found herself whimpering as she tried to back further away as the Marionette placed his hands on either side of her and loomed his head in way too lose for her comfort.

Who the hell would give this thing the ability to climb on ceilings?! He was already terrifying enough! Were they trying to give kids nightmares?!

Ding-dong, ding-dong!

Lizzy was still tense even as the bell rang and lights briefly flickered, but the Marionette had yet to leave. Lizzy swallowed thickly and looked the Marionette directly into those soulless sockets. Why hasn't he left yet? Moved even. She would have thought Freddy would order him to move… Perhaps the Marionette was a team of his own self?

"Now, now… Don't be frightened, Lizbeth." His voice was slightly androgynous, and sounded a bit as though it was an echo. Unlike the other animatronics, there was no metallic sound to his voice. It did however sound playfully taunting. "Don't you wish to know the 'joys of creation'~?"

"No, but it sounds like something from a cult!"

Lizzy swung her bat at him towards his head, but he grabbed it.

… Crap.

Then he casually threw it behind him with ease, hitting the other door.

… Double crap.

Lizzy had a sensation as though she was staring directly at death as she did everything to hold back a whimper. She felt incredible defenceless, and wasn't entirely sure if punching and kicking would do any good against the Marionette. This was before he grabbed her throat and raised her up, before he hit her against the wall. Lizzy gasped as the impact forced some air out of her lungs, making the choking that commenced more excruciating. All she could do was grasp at his hand and try to pry it open, or at least lessen his grip, as she swung her legs desperately.

"Agh…!"

"Now that wasn't very nice of you, Lizbeth," the Marionette scolded coldly. "I was just asking if you knew of the joys of creation."

"And you can just piss off, Marilyn…" Lizzy managed to choke out, before the grip tightened more. God, Lizzy was sure she could feel the tips of his fingers digging into her skin!

"Don't be so rude, toy. Know your place here." Lizzy wanted to retort but her inability to breathe was affecting that.

"Do you wish to know what will happen when I catch you next time?" Lizzy couldn't respond, but he went on. "Oh, I don't plan to put you in a suit."

Lizzy was cut off guard by that. After their interactions so far, he wasn't going to kill her? She thought he'd be at least be more pissed off about her calling him Marilyn. She then noticed the grip on her neck loosening just enough for her to speak, even if she could not escape and still had difficulty breathing.

"I… You won't?" she was confused, but not exactly complaining. She wasn't going to get crushed to death if he caught her so-.

"No. No. I going to make you into a doll~."

Lizzy felt a lump in her throat, having a good idea what would be involved.

"E…Excuse me?" Lizzy wanted to believe she misunderstood, but she knew what she heard.

"Yes, you'd make a pretty doll," he cooed, albeit with a sinister tone, as his other hand reached up to grab some of her hair.

Oh god. Is this what it's like to encounter a yandere in an anime and manga?

"Your hair's a bit short for a doll's, but it's not anything unattractive. We can still scoop out your insides and stuff you with fluff~." Here he poked Lizzy's stomach. "We'll make a permanent smile on that face, maybe add a little powder to it, and you'll be perfect~."

Okay, this was just getting too messed up. Her choices of death here now were apparently being stuffed into a suit with a side order of some kind of torture beforehand or being turned into a doll, with her insides, i.e vital organs, removed. Effectively making her mummy without wrappings in a way.

It was hard to say which one was more appealing in comparison.

"A-and why a doll exactly?" Lizzy questioned, albeit it reluctantly out of morbid curiosity. She may as well know what twisted reason he had.

"Because you're our toy, stupid girl~. Just a nicer looking one compared to the previous ones. Toys and dolls are meant to be played with of course~."

Lizzy found herself trying to move away again. Futile as she was already held against the door. High and by her neck. What had she ever done to deserve all of this? What had the previous guards done?

"Don't you like that? I think you'd look adorable in a little blue dress~.

"I'd rather not," Lizzy replied, trying to hide how scared she was growing here. Why the hell did this thing have to be so damn creepy?!

Whether it was a response or not to hers, the Marionette dropped her on the floor. Lizzy gasped and as lungs took in their lost air, coughing as she sat up. The Marionette meanwhile had picked up Foxy's hook from the desk and pressed the door button behind Lizzy open and patted her head.

"Be a good girl, now~. And keep my music box wound next week~."

He left then. Thank god. Lizzy couldn't say she had much of an opinion about puppets or marionettes. But right now, Lizzy hated them. Hated them and… and perhaps had a small fear of...

Bonnie? Repeated appearances, but nothing she couldn't handle. Chica? Usually in the kitchen. Again, not a problem. Freddy? A sneaky bastard, but nothing she couldn't keep an eye out for. Foxy? He's fast, but Lizzy was faster. Balloon Boy? Annoying little punk, but nothing that can't be handled. Now at least. That yellow Freddy? Maybe it would be best to not look at him next time until she figured out more about him.

But that Marionette… That Marionette.

Oh Christ...

Lizzy pushed herself up, and leaned against the wall for support. Trying to gain back some of her damage pride and dignity, she muttered,

"I… I ain't no one's toy."