Author`s note: I just had a fight with a person on a minecraft server! Wow. Honestly it was over something as dumb as me freaking out, the pressure rising, me being tired, it snapped and it all went to hell. Anyways, this chapter I am writing to get the anger out of my veins.

And wow, I have over fifty reviews on this story. Just….wow. Thank you.

To a guest reviewer; wow, nice censoring. I see you share rage against the mangle as well ;-)

To a guest reviewer known as derpy; thanks. You too.

To a guest reviewer known as secret; good. It's hard to believe the school year is over half-way over, huh?

To a guest reviewer known as mrfire290; yes, but you know the Marionette was designed to be male, so think of it to be a gender switch. I don't believe their previous genders mater '\_"/_/'

To sinful rose; thank you, but why are you envious? I will not horde the foxy love! I just look up a pirate dictionary, and trust me they are useful. And for my writing, i….i must thank you. I need to imagine what is happening, so I know to paint it out because other people need to as well. ^/^

To KizuNii; yes, For Five nights at Freddy`s. and thanks, it makes my day a million times better whenever I get a comment.

To a guest reviewer known as Madelyn….and creamy….and kitten; oh hey! If it isn't kittenlover33. I am so glad you could read my story!

Anyways. I need to blow off some steam in this chapter.

-Your POV-

The next day, you got a phone call, one very angry manager screaming in your ear later, you almost got fired. "I s-saw the animatronics fight!" you squeaked out, half lying and half telling the truth. "Why the h*** would they do that?!" he asked, annoyed. "I-I don't know!" you said, trying to think of a logical reason as to why they were fighting. As you hung up, you felt a wave of sleepiness hit you like a truck. You walked into the kitchen, making yourself a pot of coffee, before a loud sound made you drop a mug.

'An intruder?!' you thought to yourself, grabbing the largest knife you had on the knife block and cautiously walked towards the sound. "Hello…?" you called out, slowly opening the bedroom door with the knife raised. As soon as you opened the door, you saw that the room was no longer your bedroom, but the graying world. The door behind you slammed shut, disappearing as you turned around. "What?..." you hesitantly asked yourself. You couldn't recall falling asleep.

You looked around, knife still in hand. "Hello?!" you called out as loud as you could. You were used to this world, loved it even, but it was odd to be alone in these dreams. "I am right here." A sweet voice whispered. You jumped, holding the knife close to your chest as you quickly turned around. The human Marionette stood there, or…your dream-version of the Marionette. "Ah…" you sighed, relaxing the position of the knife. "Why do you hold a knife?" He asked as he gently grabbed it. "Oh…. I thought someone was in the house…" you said, relaxing slightly further.

He brought you into a sweet hug, rocking you back and forth before you stiffened, feeling the cool tip of the blade on your neck. "What are you-" you were cut off by the sight of his mask, smeared in blood. You looked at the floor for a brief moment before seeing multiple dead corpses wearing the security guard uniform. Some had the masks of the mascots still implanted in their skulls, blood seeping through and pooling at the ground.

"Wh-what is this?!" you asked, shifting your feet away from the blood running towards you. "Do you like it?" he asked, "N…no! Not at all!" you cried, trying to squeeze your eyes closed. "What's wrong? Are you scared?" he asked, bringing the knife to your cheek, lightly drawing it across the flesh. "N-no." you said, lying. "No?" he asked, moving to touch his face and removing his mask. You froze as he covered your face with it, blocking your vision.

"(Y/N)" he sweetly called, the knife moving from your neck. "You are so brave…" he cooed, sliding something wet on your throat. Whatever the sensation was started to suck on your neck, causing you to moan. You slightly yelped as it bit, drawing some blood. The human-Marionette chuckled, somehow moving you to the floor and hovered over you. "(Y/N)" he cooed again, moving the mask so that it could not cover your lips. "I won't be able to control myself if this keeps up," he muttered before connecting your lips forcefully. Your face felt like it was on fire the blush grew higher.

"(Y/N)!" someone`s voice called out, causing you to open your eyes. You stared at your ceiling for a moment before you realized you were laying down in your bed. "Ah…." You mumbled to yourself, "A….dream…"

"(Y/N)!" a woman`s voice bellowed from the front door of your home. Ah. Samantha. You quickly hopped out of bed before walking past a mirror, which showed a small purple-ish mark on your neck, causing your blush to return. "How is this even possible?" you whispered and screamed at yourself at the same time, quickly rushing to get a scarf. "Hold on, Samantha!" you yelled, practically bounding to the door.

"(Y/N)! It`s been ten minutes! Are you okay?" she asked, looking all over your body for signs that you had injured yourself. "No, I am fine, just was asleep." You waved her off, letting her inside. She quickly sat down on the couch, telling you about an experience she had at the grocery store and how she almost got hit by a car the other day. "So…" she trailed off, trying to grab your attention. "What's with the scarf?" she asked, chuckling as your face heated up into a deep red. She took you by surprise as she yanked it off, gasping at the mark that bruised your skin. "(Y/N)! You never told me you had someone! So? Who`s the lucky guy?" she asked, placing the scarf away from you.

"I-it's not like that!" you said, trying to defend yourself. "So you had a one-night stand?" she asked, a disappointed look in her face. "It's not like that either!" you said, embarrassed. She smirked. "What every you say, (Y/N)… but I am going to find out who it is one day~" she chimed out, sipping at some tea in a water bottle she had with her. After a while, she left and you had to get ready for work.

As you got there, the livid manager let you in, not saying a word as he loudly slammed the metal door covers. You quickly walked to the prize center, hopeful to see the Marionette.

-Chapter end-

Author`s note: this was a chapter I made to blow off steam and pass time. Happy Thursday! (my favorite day of the week besides Friday.)

More chapters to come