so i just rewatched marble hornets and then i watched troy moves out and joseph touches a grapefruit and bunch of others and hOLY FUCK I CAN NEVER TAKE MARBLE HORNETS SERIOUSLY AGAIN GODDAMMIT

"Grapefruits are bullshit!" "YOU'RE BULLSHIT"

LIKE THESE FCUKIN MEN MADE A HORROR SERIES

fuk it im writing in third person w zoe from now on bc i cant do first person

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Chapter 23

"I swear, it's working!"

Fritz reached for the music box, but Vincent, being the tall-ass giant that he was, raised his arm and held it out of his reach. Fritz stepped on a chair and tried to reach it, but Vincent stepped backwards. "Fritz, get off the chair or I'll cut your fucking pay cheque."

Fritz huffed angrily and stepped off the chair. "Could you just let me see it?"

Vincent opened his mouth to resond, but Scott, being even taller than Vincent was, reached over and plucked the music box from his hands. Vincent shot his a glare, but said nothing.

Scott turned the metal crank of the music box. He shrugged. "Yeah, I don't hear anything."

Fritz smacked his forehead. "How can you not hear that?"

Mike shook his head. "I don't hear anything, either. Maybe you need to see a doctor, Fritz."

Springtrap furrowed her eyebrows as she walked into the room. She sat down next to Freddy at one of the tables. "What are they arguing about?"

Freddy sighed. "Mari found a music box last night, and Fritz decided to show it to the other guards. He keeps saying that it works, but I'm not hearing anything."

Springtrap sighed and adjusted her purple bow tie. "Neither am I. Maybe he didn't get much sleep and now he's imagining things. He does need to stay up all night to watch the restaurant."

"Well, I hope Jeremy gets here soon," Freddy said, exasperated. "We're supposed to open in five minutes, and I want to get this work day over with."

Springtrap nodded. "I'm just hoping the kids won't be as annoying as last time."

Freddy sighed. "Yeah. They tried to use me as a jungle gym yesterday."

"They did?" She snorted. She could just imagine a bunch of little kids climbing all over him, knocking his hat off his head, and basically annoying the crap out of him.

Freddy opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, the door to the restaurant opened and Jeremy rushed in, the jacket of his purple uniform buttoned wrong and his yellow tie not tied up. As soon as he entered, he started babbling. "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry I'm late I forgot to set my alarm and I didn't wake up until about like nine thirty and then it was like a twenty three minute drive here and I'm sorry!" He paused for a breath and seemed about to continue, but then he saw the music box in Scott's hands and furrowed his eyebrows. "Where did you get that?"

Scott shrugged. "Mari found it last night." He held it out to Jeremy. "It's kinda broken, though."

Fritz huffed again. "It's not broken!"

Jeremy cautiously took it in his hands and turned the crank. "What do you mean, it's broken? It doesn't sound broken." He looked at Fritz. "Isn't this the music box we had when we worked here before? I thought it burned in that fire. Nobody ever told me we got a new one."

Fritz's eyes widened. Then he turned to the other guards. "See? He can hear it too! It's not broken!"

Jeremy looked taken aback. "What? Can they not hear it or something?"

Mike opened his mouth to say something, but Vincent's watch suddenly beeped. He glanced down at it. "Alright everyone, get in your places. Bonnie, go get the rest of the animatronics out of the bathrooms. And Mangle, for the last time, get off the ceiling."

xXx

"And so then the kid gave me a bouquet of flowers they picked earlier this morning!" Tia gushed as she and Chica walked into the kitchen after work. This day had been a lot more calm. The buzz about the reopening of the pizzeria had died down a bit, and there were a lot less crazy fans crowding the restaurant that day. The parents had more control over their younger children, and whenever one of the animatronics seemed to be almost overwhelmed with attention from the children, some of the other robots would distract them with food or a fun game.

"It was so sweet!" Tia continued. "Then they wanted me to braid their hair, but I couldn't because I was working, so they just followed me around for the rest of the time they were here and asked me about our job! It was so adorable!"

Chica nodded, even though she wasn't really listening. She glanced up at the clock on the wall. It was already 10:30 pm. The day had gone by surprisingly fast, and she was tired.

Tia skipped up to the counter and took a long sniff of the flowers in she'd gotten that morning. They didn't have any vases, so she had set them in a tall glass full of water.

She smiled. "I love those kids. They're so adorable!" She skipped over to her sleeping bag (god, she did a lot of skipping) and sat down on it, her nightgown billowing around her legs.

Chica sat down on her own sleeping bag and gave her friend a polite smile. "You should probably be a bit quieter, Tia. Some people are already sleeping," she whispered, pointing to Goldie's, Tonnie's, and Teddy's unconscious forms in their sleeping bags.

Tia giggled. "Oh, sorry!" she whispered back.

Chica smiled. "Well, I'm kind of tired. Goodnight, Tia!"

"Goodnight, Chica!" Tia grinned back. They simultaneously flopped down in their sleeping bags and closed their eyes.

xXx

"Hey, Chica!"

Chica sighed. She was back in the same dark room she had been the last few nights. There was no detail to the room; it was just blank, with paint so dark it looked like she was standing in a void. She didn't respond to the voice. She promised herself she'd stay quiet this time.

"Aww, come on, Chica! Is that really how you greet an old friend?"

Suddenly, a pinkish-purple light filled the room. Chica had to avert her eyes to avoid going blind. When she looked back, the light had dimmed, leaving a glowing magenta humanoid shape in its place. Light still shined off the petite form, but now it wasn't so blinding.

Chica took a deep breath. She was trying not to get angry, but she was starting to get sick of this.

The shape tilted its head. "What's wrong, Chica? Are you scared of us?"

At her words, a whole bunch of glowing human-looking silhouettes appeared, each with a different coloured light. She shut her eyes tightly until she was sure that the light had faded. She looked around her, looking at all the different coloured shapes in the room. A light amber, dark red, a light shade of violet, orange, turquoise, light pink, grey, dark blue, green-yellow, the magenta one, and the yellow-orange coming off of her own body.

Looks like they're all here, she thought. She didn't know what any of their names were, so when she thought of them, she usually referred to them as the colours of light they had.

She sighed. Try as she might, she just couldn't stay silent. "I'm not scared of you, dipshit. I'm sick and tired of you yelling in my head 24/7."

Turquoise giggled. "Ha! She speaks!"

Chica growled. "Yes, I do. So why don't you ever seem to hear me when I tell you to LEAVE ME ALONE?!"

Amber snorted. "Selective hearing?" it suggested. A few of the others laughed.

Chica was getting really pissed off now. "Look, I'm going to ask you one more time: why me? Why not one of the others?"

She didn't expect an answer. She never got one before. And, just like she predicted, the majority of them just laughed.

"Because of your experience."

They all stopped and turned towards the voice that had spoken. It was the petite grey form that had never spoken before. The dark blue one stood beside it, holding Grey's hand, like usual.

The silhouettes all stared at it. Chica was equally surprised. Grey and Blue had never interfered before.

Grey and Blue started walking towards Chica. The other light forms all stood aside and let them pass. Once the two reached her, Grey put a hand on her shoulder. "You've suffered more than the rest of us have. Maybe he was taken apart-" it pointed to Pink- "maybe he was forgotten-" it pointed to Red- "and maybe I was forced into an endless sleep. But you were killed, tortured, you fell apart, you watched as someone took your place and your attention, and you weren't taken seriously because of your appearance." Grey shook its head. "We may have suffered, but you have too. We're all stuck like this. We haven't settled into our bodies the way you have. You're only one who can feel pain. You can actually taste that food you love making so much. We don't know what we're doing half the time, and we don't remember our dreams as vividly as you do. We're not trying to hurt you, Chica. We're trying to protect you."

Grey took its hand off her shoulder and stepped back. "Good luck."

And with those words, the light disappeared, and everything faded.

i'M So SoRRy fOR tHe sHTiTy cHAPteR bYE i'm LEavINg tO go CAmPinG NoW