Balloon Boy was humming cheerfully as he handed another balloon to a happy child.

"There you go! And remember, Foxy said Freddy is an alcoholic who will send Satan after you if you in your beds if you don't buy my balloons~! All he has to do is say, 'hail Satan'!" The gullible child nodded, looking quite scared as he ran off. BB just giggled to himself before wandering around the game room, looking for more gullible children to scare into buying his balloons.

He noticed the Marionette's box and strolled over and knocked on it.

"Hey, Mari!"

"I thought I told you not to call me that since Lizbeth started calling me 'Virgin Mari'," grumbled the Marionette as he pushed the lid off. He held a pen and notebook in hand, and looked at BB very sternly.

"Are you making a list?"

"Well… Yes. A list of things that must be done in order to win my love!"

BB looked up at the list and squinted his eyes to get a good look at it, and curious about what the Marionette had written down.

The line he was reading from was partly covered by a finger, but BB could catch the word 'bondage'. He also saw things such as 'increase observations from afar', 'rip off shirt every five minutes', 'be in control', 'get rich quick'…

"Where exactly did you come up with those things?" asked BB, looking back to the Marionette.

"You see…"

The Marionette was still desperate to win Lizzy over. He thought over numerous ideas, but he ended up throwing those wads of rolled up paper into the pizzeria's fireplace.

Well, it was more that the Marionette threw the paper at a laptop while the screen saver was on that showed the image of a fireplace.

But he had to think of a way to woo Lizzy and show her how much better he was than Phil the Prick.

So as he sat in his box, he had searched online the laptop (which he had stolen from the Manager) and began searching for some books involving romance for advice and ideas. That's when he found some books that may help.

"Hmm… This 'Twilight Saga' may be helpful," the Marionette mused as he looked it over. "It's sold a lot of copies, and has a movie series so it's bound to be useful." It was logical enough in the Marionette's mind. "I should look for some more stuff though." After adding the entire series to the cart on Amazon, he looked for more books.

"'Fifty Shades of Grey'?" Marionette would have raised an eyebrow if he could. "It says here it's… Erotica? Does that mean… Sex?

"… I'll take them!"

So with a total of seven books in his cart, all he needed now was a visa card to pay for them. And he knew where to get one…

Mr. Davidson was in his office, playing some Sudoku in the paper when suddenly…

"AAAAAAAAA!" Mr. Davidson barely had time to look up before he was tackled out of his chair and onto the ground by the screeching Marionette.

"Mr. Davidson!" the Marionette began, his masked face right in front of Mr. Davidson's naked face as he spoke in a tad bit dramatic way. "I need you to assist me in my quest of love and obtaining Lizbeth's heart!"

"… What?"

"You heard me!"

"… Okay?" Mr. Davidson nodded, though sounded uncertain. "What exactly do you need?"

"Pay for these books!" The Marionette pulled the laptop out of hammerspace and shoved it in Mr. Davidson's face.

"… Isn't that my laptop?"

"Just pay for the books!"

Mr. Davidson frowned and looked at the screen. His eyebrows raised up as his mouth gapped.

"You want me to pay for those?!"

"That is correct!"

"And what if I don't want to pay for them?"

The Marionette stood up, wishing he could scowl down at the bastard below him who was so far being no help. But alas, smiling was all that he knew. He wounded if this was what people who did botox felt like. But back to the matter at hand…

"I'll tell you why," he growled, raising one of his pointy, pointy legs. Poising it over Mr. Davidson and ready to stab it down. "I'll stab-kick you in the balls if you don't buy me 'Twilight' and 'Fifty Shades', bitch!"

"I'll go get my card!" Mr. Davidson squeaked and went to grab his coat. The Marionette chuckled and easily bent his leg up towards his mouth and kissed it.

"You always get me want I want, Mr. Staby-leg. … Except Lizzy."

He had tried it with Lizzy in the early weeks he had known her. She just grabbed that leg and shoved it down his throat, and made him hop back to his box as he gagged.

He tried it on Phil to get rid of him. Lizzy somehow appeared from nowhere and shoved the leg, and both his arms down his throat.

She was so cute when she acted out like that.

"Okay, they should be here by the end of the week," Mr. Davidson said as he looked up from the laptop.

"Excellent!" the Marionette began giggling. Soon he would have the greatest and most popular love stories ever written in his incredibly pointy fingered hands.

"What's sex?" BB asked.

"It's…" The Marionette looked up, and saw a bunch of children who had heard Balloon Boy's question and were now looking at the Marionette in curiousity.

"… You want to know too?"

"Yes, Virigin Mari," said all the children in unison. Shocking the Marionette.

"Wha… Who told you about that name?!"

"A lady guard told us that was your nickname," one child said innocently.

"What's a virgin?" another one questioned.

"Well you see," the Marionette began, ignoring the last question. "Sex is when…. Why the hell should I tell you? Go ask your parents. Maybe ask to get 'Fifty Shades of Grey'. That should tell you what you need to know."

"Don't you need shirts?" BB then asked. "To rip off? You don't have any clothes."

The Marionette held a hand to his chin in thought. That was a flaw in the plan. But he quickly came up with a solution.

"I know what to do! But first I need to get rid of Phil's shirt so he cannot take it off and dazzle my Lizbeth!"

"Huh?"

The Marionette hopped out of his box, ignoring the cries of fright by some children as they saw this, and his legs. One ended up actually crying.

But he paid them no heed, and began strutting out of the game room in a manner similar to a boss. No one was going to be in his way.

Except the fangirls.

"Oh mai gawd!" one of the fangirls (that were crowded in the hall for no other reason than just cause) shrieked excitedly, jumping up and down along with the other girls. "It's Mari!"

"Puppet!"

"Oh god, he's cute!"

"I want to have finger puppet babies with you!"

But the Marionette gave zero fucks for them.

"Move, bitches!" He shoved them to the side, one of his fingers 'accidentally' piercing a girl's throat deep enough for her to start choking on blood. "None of you are worthy enough of my handsome body!"

The Marionette continued strutting through the pizzeria, making his way towards the security office. Unaware of the frightened customers he passed.

Phil had been busy talking to Lizzy (whom was now his girlfriend since Christmas), so had been unaware of the approaching doom. It was only when he paced the phone down that he noticed the Marionette standing in the doorway.

"Give me your shirt!"

"Wha-?"

"Shirt! Now!" The Marionette grabbed onto Phil's shirt and started to force it off.

"HEY!"

"TAKE OFF THE DAMN SHIRT, PHIL!" yelled the Marionette as Phil struggled against his creepy shirt removing, before both stumbled to the floor.

"Mommy," asked a little boy of seven to his thirty-something mother. Said mother looked at him with an adoring smile. They were both in the dining room, and the animatronics were singing on stage. Thankfully, Freddy was sober enough, but it was obvious that he was drunk to some degree. Or hung over.

"Yes sweetie?"

"Can you buy me 'Fifty Shades of Grey'?"

"WHAT?!"

"The Marionette said it would explain sex. Do you think it would explain what a virgin was too?"

"I swear to god..."

"EVERY MAN TAKE THEIR SHIRT OFF!" The Marionette jumped out of the west hall, and onto the table of the mother and child. In one hand were the remains of Phil's shirt that he had managed to rip off before Phil threatened to call Lizzy. "EVERY MAN IN THIS ROOM TAKE THEIR DAMN SHIRT OFF! EVERYONE EXCEPT THE GUY WHO JUST GOT BABY SICK ALL OVER HIM, AND THE ONE WITH THE HAWAIIN SHIRT!" The Marionette paused.

"Seriously, why are you wearing that?"

"Marionette, what the hell are you doing?" Freddy demanded, glaring darkly at the puppet man. "This is my audience. They are paying attention to me, and me alone!" He then broke into a series of hiccups.

"I'm doing what must be done!"

"Isn't it obvious what he wants?" a man with a deep, sexy voice and thick black beard spoke up, standing from his lone table. He looked up, and gave the appearance of being wise. "The animatronics want to make all humanity their sex slaves. Starting with the men to weaken their moral and pride, and then the women."

Everyone stared at the man. A few parents picked up their children and slowly left the restaurant.

"Ex… Excuse me?" the Marionette asked, not entirely sure he heard correctly.

"I've always been onto you bastards," the man continued, starting to unbutton his shirt. More parents started to leave with their children, or go hide in the game room. "Always. I've seen the way Foxy looks at my bum. I know that look in his eyes. How much he wants to violently plunder my booty."

Foxy peered out of his cove, giving a confused look.

"But I've never even-."

"How much he wants me to squeal." The man threw his shirt at Foxy's head, covering it.

"But you can never catch me off guard. Humanity will never be yours to do as you wish." He kicked off his shoes (one of which hit Freddy's head) and started unbuttoning his pants. Parents who hadn't gone with their children to the game room (as such, prevented from seeing this development) had all left, leaving only the people who actually worked at the pizzeria.

Phil had had seen people suddenly leaving on his camera, but didn't see the source of it so went to investigate. Walking into the dining room, shirtless, Phil stopped as he saw the current stripping going on.

"What's going...?" Mr. Davidson came in and stopped himself. Unable to say a word.

"I will however, sacrifice myself for the good of humanity."

"What are you-?"

"So take me!" The man interrupted Chica and ripped his boxers off with ease, and held his hands on his bare hips. No one in the room could say a word as the man stood naked in the room.

"I… I just wanted shirts so I could rip them off myself and dazzle the night guard with my handsomeness. Like that guy from Twilight," the Marionette said, feeling very awkward about all of this.

"Of course. That's your excuse," the man scoffed. "I'm not falling for that. Just take me! Take me and leave the world alone!"

"But-but we don't want the w-world," Bonnie stuttered out, just before the creepy bent himself over a table and presenting his ass to them.

"My body is ready, so take me now! Make me your little bitch! Make me your little bitch that will somehow get mpreg and carry your animatronic-animal-human baby hyrid! This is a sacrifice I make for the world!"

There was silence as everyone stared at Mr. Creepy. Marionette cleared his throat.

"Well… I'm just going to follow the advice I got from 'Twilight' and 'Fifty Shades' and go watch Lizzy from afar and establish my dominance. I'll just steal some shirts on the way. I also need to pick up body glitter."

"That's stalking, and you already do it!" Chica told him sharply, happy to look away from the naked man. Even if just for a moment.

"It's observation!" Marionette insisted. "And I haven't broken into her home and watched her sleep yet, so there's still that to do. Seeya!"

Marionette got off the table and strutted towards the door while avoiding being close to the naked man still bent over the table.

"Come on, I can take it! Shove whatever you want in there!"

Freddy stared at the man, before grabbing Bonnie's guitar.

"He-hey, I don't want that to be going up-!"

"It's not going 'up'," was all Freddy said, before jumping down onto the floor and walking towards the man, who still acting like this was to save humanity.

"I can take it! You don't have to use lube! I'll just take it dry-!"

SMASH!

SMASH!

SMASH!

Freddy casually strolled back up onto the stage and handed the horrified looking Bonnie his now blood-stained guitar.

"Be-Betsy?" Bonnie spoke weakly, looking at his poor instrument as his eyes welled up with tears of oil. The strings were still intact, and there was only minor denting (the same could not be said for the current corpse lying on a broken table in the room), but the blood, bits of brain matter and skull was still enough to make him want to puke up oil.

"Ellen," Mr. Davidson casually called over to one of the horrified workers. "Go call the number of the clean-up crew, will you? The rest of you, tell the customers hiding in the game room that if they keep quiet, they can have free pizza for a month once we reopen after cleaning the corpse up. Phil, consider yourself on paid vacation until we've cleaned up. Tell Lizzy she's the same."

"I think that worked out quite well," Freddy said, opening his front up to take out a bottle of beer, taking the cap off with his teeth. "We've time off, so let's party when everyone is gone. And Chica…" He looked over to Chica and winked at her. "Feel free to let Freddy be your teddy~."

"I'll use one of the toys, thanks."

There was actually a suggestion given to me in the reviews of 'Third Time's the Charm?' that the Marionette should use Twilight as his inspiration to get Lizzy. I always kinda liked the idea, and I've finally put it down to words :) Second part will come. Eventually.