(Max P.O.V)

Was I...skipping?

Looking down at my feet I seemed to walk and jump simultaneously without end, maybe I was just really happy. Skipping was normal for happy people right? Or maybe I was just having muscle spasms. I skipped up to the door where Silver was unlocking it with her good hand.

"What's wrong Mr. Muscle Spasms?" She chuckled, quietly opening the entrance door to the pizzeria. I skipped in, skidding to a halt.

"Maybe you should take me to the doctor's, or I just had too much soda this morning~..." I thought on it for a minute. Silver quietly ran a finger over her cast, finally processing my words and looking up.

"I said one glass, how many did you have?" She glared at me. I laughed it off,

"What, me disobey~? Nooo," I waved.

"Alright, go scamper off. Don't go in the basement, alright?" Silver waited for a response.

"Okay!" I nodded, sprinting off into the hallway.

A small thought entered my mind. What if he was just over excited on my sister being back? It made sense, although my excitement had been worn out in the day she'd been back from the hospital, so it seemed strange for me to still be excited. But thinking too hard into it hurt my poor ten-year old brain, which couldn't process in depth thinking at a higher level.

I fumbled around quietly, looking for anywhere Vincent could be. He was most likely in the basement again, but after Silver telling me no, it'd make me feel weird to go down in a place where she nearly died. Yeah, that was a definite no.

I started down the left hall, but I was immediately stopped by the sight before me.

"Whoa..." was all that came out of my mouth. Vincent shushed me, pointing to the office not far down the hall.

Pranks, a good way to get a lot of energy off my system... but part of me was a bit worried of something happening and Silver reopening some wounds. I looked at the quite expansive trap Vincent had set up, which looked like it must of taken at least an hour. How Silver did not notice yet was beyond my imagination.

Thick string lined from wall to wall, it seemed as if someone was curious and pulled on one thread, the whole thing would cave in. Which was probably how this was going to work out... I wish he told me something about it, I would of loved to help with something like this.

"Um, is this gonna hurt her?" I couldn't help but blurt out and ask. Vincent was finishing up on tying one of the last strings, then glanced at me.

"Hurt?" He grinned a little, then shrugged it off, "Nah, it'll be fine~ Trust me~" I rolled my eyes.

"What are you doing anyways?" I asked. He chuckled.

"You'll see~" Vincent smiled with a mischievous tone to his voice, then moved to the middle of the trap and made sure the string was stable by giving it a snug pull.

That was not the brightest idea.

(Silver P.O.V)

I was sitting idly by in the office. Completely out of ideas concerning what I should do. Max was off doing who knows what, and everyone else with good conversations seemed to be out of their normal positions, somewhere else.

CRASH!

A loud groan was heard down the left hall. I jumped out of the chair, peeking out of the hallway. Max was all the way at the end, idly standing by as he looked at the mess below his feet.

The mess in front of him was Vincent, entangled in layers of thick rope-like string. Part of me wondered why he hadn't just floated out of his mess in that transparent form of his...

However, I was too busy laughing at the scene to actually notice.

I walked down the hall, slowly clapping and laughing at the same time.

"Wow, impressive!" I started sarcastically, "Oh, what's the word for this situation," I thought for a moment, then grinned and clapped my hands. "That's right~! KARMA!"

He looked up at me, irritated, "Karma? Really~? Is that what I really get for saving your life from Salvage~?" Vincent huffed.

"No, for the what, three pranks you've pulled on me before? Yeah, that." I gestured to seemingly no one.

"Shouldn't you help him?" Max questioned, but also trying to hold back from laughing. I crossed my arms and looked at the situation for a moment,

"Nah~ I'm good, thanks." I shrugged, then spun on my heel, starting to walk off back to the office.

"Hey! I saved your life, you owe me!" Vincent shouted. I turned around with the look of amusement painted onto my face.

"I saved your life, you saved mine. You pranked me three times, I haven't got you back for that. We're even, as far as saving lives." I shrugged.

"Um…" Vincent brainstormed a reason for assistance, "I didn't kill you. You should thank me for that at least."

"If Jordan wasn't there you would have." I shrugged. Vincent grumbled,

"I...took care of mini-me while you were gone, you owe me for that at least!" He blurted, with Max looking silently at him then back at me.

"Alright, you paid me back for one of the pranks-"

"Oh come on!" Vincent retaliated, moving around trying to get out of the string, which was fruitless. I thought on it for a moment,

"Maybe if you get some manners-"

He rolled his eyes and sighed in annoyance, "Please?"

"Good enough," I copied back in the same tone. I groggily walked over to him, pulling the small pocket knife out of my jacket that Jordan gave me for protection. I flipped it open and began cutting through the first layer of rope, with Vincent glaring at me.

"If you cut me-"

"I said I'd get you out, I didn't promise on not cutting you." I shrugged, purposely slipping the knife so it almost hit his face.

"Hey!" He snapped.

I shrugged, "Oops, it slipped~" Vincent growled as I was onto the second layer when he tugged the rope and the knife barely scrapped my thumb.

"Hey!" I shot back. Vincent shrugged innocently and chuckled,

"Oops~ it snagged my wrist~" He retaliated, imitating my tone of voice from before.

"Yeah right." I spat, finishing the last of the cutting. He immediately switched to his ghost form before flying up and out of the string. "You're welcome."

"Oh yeah, thanks or …whatever…" He waved it off.

"Jerk." I muttered. He mumbled something before flying off and then disappearing from sight. As soon as he disappeared, Marion came walking quietly down the hall.

"Max, go ahead to the office. I'll meet you there in a minute." I looked at him and he nodded. He quickly walked passed Marion, who was glaring at me with rage.

After Max made it to the office she started,"What was that all about? You know, with you helping him and everything." She questioned, suppressed fury apparent in her voice as she folded her arms.

"Nothing really." I shrugged. Marion growled,

"You know that was supposed to be you, right? He was gonna play another prank on you in this condition!" She gestured to my arm cast, "Silver, you have to see my point!"

"Marion, not this again..." I shook my head.

"No. This is happening again, because you refuse to get the picture!" Marion spat. "He needs to be dealt with and put in his rightful place in the furnace room! Chaos is starting up again!"

"Chaos? What do you-"

Marion stomped up to me and grabbed my right wrist, showing me the V-shaped scar on the back of my hand.

"What do you think this means?!" She demanded.

"I don't-"

"This isn't some friendship mark or a mark of anger. It's a mark of ownership. You're just a stupid puppet, loyal to Vincent's side!" She sneered. I pulled my arm away from her grip. "He's going to kill someone else if we don't-"

"Goldy tells me everything." I snapped, stopping her before she could continue. "Vincent did Jeremy's dirty work by hiding those bodies. He's just as much of a puppet as I am! At least I'm not afraid of Jeremy like he is! And besides, even everyone here knows Jeremy was the real killer here! You're the one who can't get the picture!"

"Oh really! He was the last thing I saw before I ended up like this!" She roared.

"That doesn't mean he killed you! If the last thing you see is a nurse before you die, that doesn't mean she killed you does it!?" I shot.

"Well-"

"Does it?"

"No, but that is irrelevant to this. This is completely different!"

"You're making it different!" I yelled back.

"Since that idiot helped kill everyone and my brother, everything's been different! I'm not normal! No one is! I can't even go see my only friend, an animatronic, without being brutally murdered with my brother while we waited for our parents! He killed me, he helped murder everyone, and he deserves to go rot! You and your brother are under his control!" Marion screamed. "Sooner or later you're going to end up just like BB and I. Dead. Alone. Forgotten. Don't you remember the last time you-"

"We're done here." Was all I said before I turned sharply towards the office and went to go get Max.

We left without saying another word.

Marion's words I tried to forget… but they constantly echoed in my head like a never-ending recording played on a loop.

Something small inside of my head wanted to know what she was going to say, what I should remember… it sounded important. No… I couldn't listen to her.

Vincent changed for the better, I know that somehow… but how true could it really be?

(Vincent POV)

Okay... THAT, was both a failure and a success.

Originally, it was going to be entertaining that Silver would be caught in my little trap~

Instead, and for once, something I caused accidentally lead to something worth seeing... and proving, in a way.

Marion can rage all she wants now, but even she does not even realize what is going on~ As she is only making these days even more interesting with her and Miss Demanding's little talks.

Hurt or not, Miss Demanding still helped me, ignoring that marionette's "warnings". Out of all people, Miss Demanding is on my side~ and what just happened confirmed everything~! Everything I have been working towards for the past three or four years finally paid off~

Now its just a matter of time... In the meantime however, I'm certain that she won't take any of the Marionette's accusations~ I knew saving Miss Demanding would take care of two things at once~!

There is still one thing I don't get... and that is why everything is working so well. Honestly. The most effort I put through is saving Miss Demanding and putting up that semi-failure of a prank-trap. Everything else seemed to form on its own...

... I guess Chaos is a useful thing to take advantage of in this place for someone like me~!