Bloody Bunnies

The manager of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria pushed his hand up and through his receding hair line. He had come in to a terrible sight. The night guard was not there to meet him and he found him in the prize corner. The replacement guard had been stuffed into a patch work suit. Of course he knew the culprit. He was standing on the stage with ugly red brown dried blood covering a lot of his blue plastic form. He was also saddened to see that the old Bonnie, too, had blood covering him when he went to get cleaning supplies.

Even if he didn't see the blood on the animatronics, he had learned how to tell which one did it. Toy Bonnie always left behind a overly goreish and bloody scene like it was straight from a horror movie; he is also the only one who normally found a way to make a whole suit since the pizzeria had few full unused ones . Bonnie had always left behind a lot of blood, but the victims never looked tortured and were always posed as if the purple bunny had felt remorse. Most of the others simply stuffed them in the suit in the cleanest way possible, although still messy, and left satisfied with what they had done. Mangle and Foxy occasionally left bite marks. Toy Chica would get a marker and draw on them. If Balloon Boy helped he would tie a balloon to the victim and so on.

He was panicking over the fact he had so little time to clean this up. Now, he remembered why he would never fire Cordelia. If she could last this long maybe they would never get her.

He heard the door open and threw a sheet over the bloodied bunny before turning to meet exactly the person he need. There stood Cordelia in her many layers of clothes and Freddy Fazbear hat. Her pale eyes were gazing up at him curiously.

"Cordelia," he said with hope in his voice. "Just who I needed to see!"

She stared and scratched the back of her head with her gloved hand. "Oh. Well I was just coming to tell you that I could work tonight but I would have to take another day off to finish the surgery. If you need something though..."

As she trailed off, he interrupted, "Yes! We had a bit of an accident last night. Your replacement wasn't as lucky as you and is… Well, you know. I need help cleaning up. I can get Toy Bonnie here cleaned before opening, but I need you to work on cleaning the prize corner and the old Bonnie. I will section off that place today so you can do that."

She stiffened as she heard what he said. They had killed someone and he was brushing it under the rug, and she was about to help. She wanted badly to protest but stopped knowing she would help anyway. Part of her felt responsible since the man would not have been there to clean up if she would have been at work.

She nodded and the manager let out a huge sigh of relief. "Good, good! Thank you. Now go get started. I'll send someone to keep wandering children and teens out."

Cordelia had quickly cleaned Bonnie's purple fur of all the dried blood. She actually thought he looked quite nice with a face, a lot less creepy. She also noticed that Chica had hands.

As she was gathering more items to clean with the door creaked open, and she shoved the bloody rags in her pockets. Liam walked in and yawned as he walked straight to Bonnie and turned him on without even noticing her. She watched as the bunny's red eyes gained the light of life.

"Good morning," Liam said with a small smile. "Classes were cancelled due to the fact a storm is coming and they found a huge leak in my classes' building so I am here."

The bunny was about to say something to the black haired boy, but he noticed the girl standing there. His systems scanned her automatically as they did with everyone. It picked her up as the night guard. He had never seen her face before and was surprised that she had delicate features to match her small frame. He figured she would look a little more intimidating than that.

Liam noticed his gaze and followed it to the the girl who looked like she was ready to run. Liam waved at her and greeted her, "Hey, Cordelia. What are you doing in here?"

"Oh," she mumbled as she looked for a lie. No one else needed to know the pizzeria's secret, and she did not want to scare off the withered animatronics new friend since it would spell more trouble for her. She already had one crazy bunny to deal with; she did not need another plus his friends.

"I'm just here to get some cleaning supplies. The janitor, erm, did a bad job cleaning," she murmured slowly before continuing, "so I am being nice and helping out the boss."

Bonnie dropped the venomous gaze he was giving her and changed it to a less threatening glare. He was afraid she would tell Liam about last nights incident which he was still distraught about himself. Though he was pleased she had not told Liam, he still was suspicious of her.

"That's nice of you," Liam laughed. "I would have told him I was busy and left to go take a nap."

"So you are the janitor," she retorted with a small smirk before leaving the room with the cleaning supplies. She tossed Liam a wave which he returned as she closed the door and made her way to the prize corner that was now behind a black tarp. She pushed behind it and almost let out a scream at what was in front of her.

The room had pools of blood near the far corner and splatters of it covered the wall like paint. She could see multiple bloodied animatronic hand and foot prints across the floor and along select parts of the wall. She held a hand over her mouth as she thought about how many times this could have been her blood that painted the room.

The sight was bad in itself, but the worst part was the smell. The iron metal like smell filled her nostrils. It seemed to be accompanied by the putrid smell of slight decay. The whole scene should have made her sick, but it didn't.

She could very vividly remember the image of seeing her own arm and leg being violently ripped from her body. The sound of the flesh, muscle, and bone as they popped and tore like paper from each other. The sound of her blood gushing out and trickling to the ground like rain after she's been pulled from the car. The pain that coursed through every nerve as it sent the message to her brain that she was missing something. The sight of her other limbs still in the car covered in red, ripped, and mangled. The smell of her own flesh burning after it caught on fire and the darkness she felt consume her when it was all over. She remembered it all.

That is why she wasn't as fazed by the scene as she should have been. Maybe it would have been worse if the body was still there, but other than the fact she was scared that this would happen to her she was fine.

She got to work, and started on the bloodiest parts first. She was doing great because after two hours the worst was taken care of. Now she was taking care of hand prints and splatter across the room.

She looked behind the prize corner to see a plush had fallen on the floor. Her gloved hand picked it up to see it was a bright blue adorable bunny. She was about to put it back on the self with all the other plushes when she realized it had several red speckles on its ears and hands.

Her options were weighed. She knew they couldn't sell it so she could either throw away the poor doll who did no wrong or take it home with her. Her eyes glanced at the trash can filled with bloody rags before she placed the bunny on the counter and smiled at it.

"I see you have decided to take it home," a raspy voice said softly. Her head snapped behind so quickly for a minute she thought she killed herself.

Behind her stood a boy who was around a foot taller than her and heavily resembled the puppet. His irises glowed white in the pits of his black eyes that had long purple tear stains running down from them onto his cheeks. His cheeks held the red rosy blush like all the toys. He was pale and wearing a black t shirt that had three white buttons with a tighter long sleeve on under it. He also wore black short and high socks that matched the under shirt. His hair framed his face messily as it flipped in and out around.

He tapped his black shoes against the floor as his lips formed a smile that was smaller than the one he held in his animatronic form. "It is nice to meet you Cordelia. I am the Marionette."

He held out his black gloved hand to her as she continued to stare. His hand was also not clawed like his robot form. She hesitantly took it. The room was suddenly much hotter as she got nervous around the humanoid animatronic. She had never encountered the puppet before.

The puppet had no ill feelings for her. Currently he was more curious about her. Toy Bonnie was very interested in her and what the bunny had informed him about her was something he's like to see for himself.

"You may continue your cleaning. I just wanted out of the box for a while," he said as she continued to eye him but started to finish her cleaning.

He watched her closely. She did move much more smoothly with her left side then her right. If he listened closely, he could heard an occasional soft click when she moved her joints. He knew she could feel his stare on her, but didn't stop as he was trying to think of a way to get her to show him her arm.

"Do you mind," she puffed with a green glare. The puppet was surprised to see her snap at him. She was temperamental. Maybe that is why his blue friends fascination was growing. She had a mysterious air to her, had fire, and had parts similar to them so he didn't feel obliged to kill her.

He tilted his head at her from his seat on his music box. "I want to see your arm," he stated bluntly.

Cordelia froze at his comment. Her arm was fixed now and the doctor had actually made it feel better on her than before, but they then told her she would be having surgery to remove the rest of her arm up to her shoulder and have it replace. She was keeping her mind off of it quite well before he brought it up.

"Why," she asked coldly. She was not excited about showing anyone. Although her mother was the one forcing her into getting the mechanical limbs, she would always make comments on how awful they looked. This made the redhead ashamed of her own body.

"Mainly curiosity," he said simply. "Will you show me?"

She was not eager to do this, but she nodded at the puppet who let a large smile slide to his white face as she started to take off the first layer of her clothes. She would not have done this if she didn't think it could help her. Her mind was drawn to the memory of Toy Bonnie telling her after he saw her arm she was registered as an animatronic. She figured they could still kill her if they really wanted to, but removing one stimulus could never hurt.

After two more layers of long sleeves she was left in a blue t-shirt with her arm showing. It now looked much more clean and shiney and all the wires were well hidden and tucked away. She held it up in his sight.

He got off of his box and moved to hold her arm lighter. It merged into her human remnants seamlessly at her elbow. He could now hear a barely audible motor running in it. He felt her wary eyes upon him, but again ignored them as he admired her arm.

"Amazing," he mused then dropped her hand. "Thank you. That was very educational. You should leave it out to be seen. That way everyone can see it and be amazed, and they will be able to see more of you than your chin. Most of us here didn't know you were a girl because you wear so much clothing. With all that you wear, anyone could look shapeless."

That answered her question on why they thought she was a boy. She felt a light blush dust her cheeks at how he complimented her arm. It felt nice after all the insults she'd been given.

She then let a question fall from her mouth as she tried to finish up cleaning the blood off the walls, "Are you still going to try to kill me?"

"Will you let you me out of the box to find out?" he retorted with a small hint of spite. He now registered her the same way Toy Bonnie's did. His systems would give the okay not to kill her at night, but he really hated being in the box all night. He would have killed her if he had the chance before.

She pondered if she would risk it, but in a similar fashion to how she chose to trust Toy Bonnie, her brain said, What the hell. Let's do it. She replied firmly, "Yes, I will if you promise not to kill me."

Marionette slipped back into his animatronic form and held a clawed hand out to her. He waited for her to take it with her shiny metal hand. Once she did, they shook on it. His slightly deeper more mechanical voice let out the word, "Deal."

His long skinny frame then retracted from her as he started to get back in the box. Cordelia took the chance to grab her plush and exit the now clean room. Marionette chuckled lightly while he watched her retreating form exit as she clutched the bright blue doll of his obsessed friend to her chest.