Marion was an ass for keeping true to his promise. He made Jeremy's night harder than ever. Foxy and Bonnie wouldn't leave him alone, BB was constantly laughing, Toy Chica had appeared more than once.. it was hell.

Marion was inside his box, humming the tune of "My Grandfather's Clock". He liked how peaceful and happy it sounded, and it kept him calm. He kept hearing Jeremy's screams, Balloon Boy's taunts, Vixen's radio static, and the knocking on the walls. He grumbled of how annoying Balloon Boy's laugh after five minutes had gone by, but was happy to know that the balloon vendor took his orders seriously. Vixen was the name Marion preferred over Mangle, as he preferred the name Marionette, instead of The Puppet. It just seemed.. mean, to call Vixen, as if she was a mangled mess.. which she is.

As the tune stopped, another tune began to play, causing Marion's patience to immediately drop. He growled and kicked the lid off his box, using his temporary time to throw himself to the office. "Stupid guard. Can't take a hint, can he?" He grumbled.

...

"Crap!" Jeremy cursed. Toy Chica and Toy Bonnie were in the vents, Bonnie was in front of him, Balloon Boy was inside, Mangle was on the ceiling, and Foxy was outside. He knew he was dead, and Marion was the cause of it! Stupid puppet and his hatred of adults.. He thought bitterly. If he dies, his father could catch a break. If he dies, Fritz will be picked on by Wilbur until he graduates! His boss wouldn't want to clean up another bloody mess if he died.

"Well, we seem to be having a party around here."

Jeremy stared at Marion, who was dragging himself into the office. "Everyone, if you do not mind, I need to have a chat with our friend here. Bonbon, please assist Bonnie back into the parts and storage room. Vixen, you have the same task as Bonbon, but assist Foxy. Balloon Boy and Toy Chica, please tell everyone that our mission is clear. Take a break now, or prepare yourself for tomorrow morning." The puppet said, as the animatronics left the office.

Marion pulled himself up to Jeremy's desk, arms crossed. "See? I can order them to get rid of you if I want. This is the reason I told you to get out." He said, crossing his legs. "Look. You're not an adult yet, and if you do become one, I won't hesitate to let my animatronics kill you. And my music box is special to me, because it keeps me calm. If it stops playing it's tune, I become.. murderous." He said, eyes darting over to Jeremy. "Point is.. I don't like you. Get out. Wind my box first, though."

Jeremy made a look. "I told you! I need money! Leave me alone, go crawl back into your box, you stupid puppet!" He snapped. He then covered his mouth once he realized how hurt Marion looked.

Instantly, Marion's sad expression turned into a pissed off one. He pounced on Jeremy, wanting to choke him. "What did you say?! Take that back! Y-You.. meanie!" He yelled. "Why're you so mean?! First you make Foxy restart his systems with your stupid flashlight, then you attempt to throw the same flashlight at BB! You're mean, I hope you get ran over by a passing truck!"

Instead of answering back, Jeremy looked at him with confusion. Marion had been good with insults and had been calm while saying them too. But his insult, or "meanie", was downright childish. The fact that he stuttered made Jeremy feel as if he made him feel worse. "Um.. sorry. I was just in a bad mood. D-Don't cry, I mean.. y-you already got enough tears on your face, right?" He joked. Jokes always cheered kids up, and if he acted like one when he was upset, maybe those would cheer him up.

Or make him resist the urge to just choke him and drag him to the Parts/Service room.

Marion got off him, frowning. "Good. I accept your apology." He grumbled. Wanting to storm off, he had once again, fell flat on his face. He had wanted to mumble a curse word, but it was hard to do so. "Help me up, the floor is cold and it smells like rotten cheese mixed with vinegar, sweaty clothes, and blood. Ugh. People barely clean this place, no wonder we're in a pickle with the restaurant."

Jeremy blinked, before picking him up by his head, his body dangling. This proved that Marion was lighter, and had no endoskeleton, seeing as he couldn't stand for long. Jeremy checked his watch. "Oh. 5:55. Might as well put you back in the box, instead of letting you crawl back in." He mumbled, exiting the office. He looked around for a moment, and spotted Balloon Boy. He must have heard the conversation. Or part of it.

"Um.." BB tried to say. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop, Marion, buuuuut.. your yelling was so loud, that the Toys sent me to investigate. You were throwing a tantrum, weren't you..?"

Marion huffed. "N-No I wasn't. I mean, that's stupid, childish-"

"Yes he was. He was pretty upset when I accidentally insulted him." Jeremy reminded.

Marion smacked him on the head. "Time's nearly up, Fitzgerald, get me back in my box!" He demanded. "BB, return to your area this instant. We'll have a busy day later. Birthday party, remember? I need you to pump as many balloons as you can later. Children are quite bratty and demanding these days." He told the humanoid robot.

BB smiled and nodded. "Okay!" He chirped, before wandering off.

As Jeremy headed towards the Prize Corner, he opened the lid and placed Marion in the box, who had somehow managed to stay quiet and not insult him during their little trip. Marion looked downwards. "Thanks.."

Jeremy grinned. "No prob. It's an apology for screaming at you. I see you just want to protect the animatronics.. right? I mean.. Chica respects you, you call Mangle 'Vixen' for some reason, and BB listens to you. S-So you must care about them, right?"

Marion looked at him. His face was a mixture of confusion and annoyance. It's as if Jeremy asked the most stupid question in the world. "Why shouldn't I? They're my family, so of course I'd do anything to prevent them from being destroyed. The originals were nearly scrapped because of their current state, so I just want to protect them from people, mostly adults, who'd want to destroy them. They're kid entertainers, and.. they're not murderers."

Jeremy seemed confused at this. "What do you mean? Didn't they stuff people into suits?"

Marion huffed. "As if I'd tell you. For now, that's what you should know. Unless needed, I won't tell you anything else. But if you want me to tell you something else.." He looked at him, his white pupils staring into his soul. "Bring me something from outside. Anything." He demanded. "Except food. I don't eat. I can, but I don't want to. It's not needed to live. Plus, it'll ruin my fabric."

"Uh.. what should I bring you, and why do you want an offering?" Jeremy asked. Marion sounded like a demanding, bratty kid. But he didn't scream or yell, instead, he was keeping his dignity. Or what was left with it.

"Haven't been outside, numbskull." He retorted. "I can't go outside, since I'm restaurant property. Children always bring random stuff from outside, so I'm curious. Hanging out in a box isn't fun, especially when there's nothing to keep you occupied. I want something interesting. If you don't bring me anything, I'm not gonna tell you anything. Life here is all work and entertain, scare and kill the guard if he's a legal adult, and there's no fun during break." He added.

Jeremy's watch beeped, and he looked at the time. Six o'clock. "I gotta prepare for school. I'll look for something I can give you later." He said. "But only because I'm curious!"

Marion made a smile, which caused Jeremy to look at it in shock. "Deal!"

You know the world's ending if the cold-hearted Marionette starts smiling at you and asking you to bring him offerings.

Headcanon that Marion throws tantrums often. Whenever he gets upset, he's unable to think of proper insults.