Everyone split up. Bonnie scouted the Main Hall. Chica searched the Show Stage. Freddy inspected the Prize Corner. Foxy looked in Kid's Cove. Jeremy found it huddled in the office.

The black figure glared at him with huge and dark eyes. Its purple streaks resembled tears more than silly clown face paint. The music device it always carried played a slow, sad and corrupt tune.

"jack your friends are looking for you," Jeremy wrote.

Why do you dare call me by my real name? It's more annoying than the idea of being a killer, The Marionette grumbled. It had probably gotten tangled up in its strings, and was now swaying on a mess of wire like a swing.

Jeremy scribbled, "im calling you that because thats the only name i have for you"

I don't need a name, I'm a hypocritical ghost. I don't deserve a name. Leave me alone, The Marionette venomously replied.

"do you want to talk about it?" asked the night watchman.

When I was still a boy, I loved coming here. I would do anything to see Fredbear, or Freddy, sing and play with us kids. One day, my mother didn't let me eat any candy. I was a dumb little thing, but I decided to run away to Freddy's. A few sharp turns between the cars and I was gone and free. Then I saw a weird purple one. The man inside beckoned to me, but I knew about strangers. I made a dash for my mom, but I was lost in the automobile maze. I ran for the only shelter there was, but no one seemed to notice me from the inside and didn't let me in. I cried and cried and after a while. . . The Marionette trailed off. About a month later, a new animatronic was donated to the place; an animatronic made of bone china. It stuck its arms out before it.

Jeremy stared at the animatronic puppet.

Anyway, when we reopened, I saw five dead children at the night shift in the Parts/Service. I thought they were simply sad, with their heads down, so I gave them gifts. They didn't respond. It took me a while to notice they were like me. Being lonely, I put them in suits to make them even more like me. Now we all have to endure endless torture. And how do we have fun? By taking out our anger on every. Single. Guard. Why else do you think they vanish? Aliens? NO, they're DEAD.

The robot made noises like static and buried their face in their hands. Red liquid dropped from its eyes.

J-Just-t leav-ve me al-alone. . . Jack cried.

Jeremy left the room in utter silence.

"Did ya find him?" Foxy asked impatiently.

Jeremy hesitantly shook his head.

Freddy growled, "It's five nineteen, where could the stupid puppet be?"

Everyone shrugged but Jeremy, who seemed to be counting the animatronics.

"aren't there five dead children?" he questioned.

Not even wondering where he got the thought from, Chica replied, "Oh, W- Goldy is in here, too. Say hi, Goldy!"

The broken tablet sparked to life, then showed an golden inky boy figure. The figure waved and giggled.

The same giggle he heard when Shadow-thing came out.

Jeremy angrily shook the tablet. The child laughed.

"He must have been busy," Bonnie commented.

"who cares can you get him out please?"

Freddy answered, "Don't pay attention to him. He'll eventually get bored and leave."

The ghost shouted something that sounded like, "Never!" He then started playing with the virtual posters, giving most of them a Freddy face, but with an ugly yellow tinge and no eyes. Others included crying white faces a lot like the puppet's, a Freddy pulling its head off, and newspaper clippings eerily similar to the ones The Marionette had borrowed. None of those were actually any room, however. The golden child wrote "IT'S ME" in inky black letters on the wall and admired his own idea.

"does he ever really do anything?"

"Sometimes," Foxy told him. "He jus' likes ta' sit 'round an' scare people that way. When he's in costume, he'll probably have ya' dead before three."

Jeremy wrote back, "very reassuring thanks"

"You're welcome!" Chica chirped.

No one seemed to notice the sudden emptiness in the room.

That meant, of course, that somewhere it was much more crowded. This time, this place was the office.

Toy Chica had wandered in on The Marionette's self-pity. The session with Jeremy was apparently not enough.

"Hello, dear!" the yellow animatronic sang. "How is your special day?"

The black puppet honestly replied, Horrible. Leave me alone.

"Why's that?" Toy Chica asked. She didn't seem to notice the red stuff dripping from the Marionette's perch.

The Marionette ignored the chicken.

She answered, "I know what'll cheer you up! I'll sing you a song!"

The Marionette would have continued denying the animatronic's existence if it hadn't noticed the black shape of a boy outlined in gold.

It shook its head to the figure and sat up in the mess of wire. The figure smirked at him. The music box stopped playing, but The Marionette didn't pay attention.

The events afterwards seemed sped up. The lights flickered, and the figure was gone. Toy Chica's eyes flickered in a similar and turned black.

She smiled devilishly at The Marionette as her eyes dripped with red liquid.

Well, at least his friend was okay.

"where's the kid?" Jeremy asked.

"Ya' mean he's not on the monitor thin'?" Foxy asked.

Jeremy shook his head.

Bonnie clapped, "Good!"

"But where did he go?!" Freddy asked for the man. "He didn't read the story! He's still going to hu ft Jeremy! Or Jack! You know those two are bitter rivals!"

Jeremy looked nervous all of a sudden.

"JEREMY, IS THERE SOMETHING YOU WOULD LIKE TO SAY?" Chica interrogated him.

The security guard reluctantly nodded and signaled towards the office where he saw The Marionette.

He was too emotionally hurt for more.