I Don't Own Fnaf

To say that Fritz was freaking the hell out would be an understatement as he and Jeremy both stared at the sight of Spring Bonnie's broken down body as it looked at them, but after a moment, mostly out of Fritz's never quiet technical mind, he realized the animatronic springlock suit wasn't moving, though with the way it faintly shook, it was clear it wanted to. It reminded him of Goldie when his suit wasn't working, with his springlock body locked in suit mode.

"He can't move" Fritz said it before he could think about it, still not taking his eyes away from the suit while Jeremy just made a half choking noise that made Fritz's eyes move away, only to blink in shock as he looked fully at Jeremy, unable to take his eyes away from the sight even with the obvious danger of any kind of animatronic in the same room as them.

Jeremy had his head in his hands, with a long worrying flow of blood leaking from his nose, his eyes were already looking bloodshot, and Fritz already had an idea on just what was happening, as he spun back around to the animatronic, fear suddenly pushed back under a wave of protective anger as he stepped forwards, his hand managing to pull the taser from Jeremy's own hand from where it was nearly knotted up in his hair, as Fritz pointed the weapon at the suit and said with as much courage as he could manage.

"St-stop whatever the hell you are doing to him!" The white flickering lights within the suit turned to look at him, Fritz managed a gulp but held his ground, holding the item out in front of him, even daring to go as far as taking a step forwards in warning when Jeremy finally seemed to stop being in... whatever pain he was in, as his hands fell suddenly in what looked like a shudder of relief as he half slumped to the floor. Fritz wasn't sure whether to be relieved or not, instead just glaring at the original Bonnie and said.

"W-Who the hell are you? A-An old employee?" He tried to remember if he could recall anyone mentioning any of the night shift workers being found within a golden suit, but if that was the case he would have known more about Spring Bonnie, and as such his mind came up blank.

Before Fritz could try to think more on it, there was a brief silence which was quickly broken when the suit spoke.

"You are not required here, leave" The voice box in Spring Bonnie was in much better condition than Goldie's replacement one, given the soft chilling voice of a young woman was sharp and without a hint of static breaking up her words that made a shiver roll down Fritz's spine. He found himself speaking before he could stop himself.

"I think we'd both love to, but there is a bit of a fox problem outside" The banging continued to ring out from the metal door behind the two but neither Fritz nor Jeremy could find it in them to do more than just flinch at the sound as they continued and waited on whatever the girl stuck inside that suit was going to say next. The chill in the room only seemed to grow as they waited, as a sense of danger blared within Fritz's head while Jeremy slowly got himself up straight, half leaning against the wall, staring at Spring Bonnie with wary and pained eyes, making Fritz wonder just what the hell she did to him.

"The fox is lashing out, it doesn't truly wish to hurt you, though that might not be true for me if you leave now..." Spring Bonnie sounded half contemplative, like she was only now thinking about that, her eyes flicking past the two at the door itself, Fritz couldn't help but get the impression that she was annoyed, he just gulped. Because that sounded a lot like she was beginning to think the two shouldn't leave, and Fritz could not think of something he could want more than that right about now.

"W-what are you doing here?" Jeremy's voice came out more as a croak, pained but determined as he moved to stand once more at Fritz's side, as the older of the two glanced over to give him a worried look before quickly returning his eyes to the suit. Even though he knew, logically, she couldn't move just as well as he knew Golden Freddy couldn't have, that didn't mean he could shut the damn warning bells off in his head. Like even without that fact she was still more dangerous than the feral animatronic just on the other side of the door behind him.

Jeremy tensed up as Spring Bonnie's white spectral eyes seemed to shift to stare at him.

"Waiting for my killer" The two shared a quickly look, maybe... this would be that bad then? They were looking to find an animatronic to do the dirty work, right? Fritz just wasn't... expecting this one to be the one they would have a conversation with.

"We... We wanted to help capture him, or at least do something to help, but the others were already taken apart" A loud thud echoed out again as Jeremy amended quickly, "Well, besides Foxy" The suit just continued to stare ahead at the two, focusing still on Jeremy.

"Why should I believe the help of those that willing work with monsters" Her tone hadn't changed, but it felt more condescending than before, as Fritz spoke up.

"W-What do you mean?" He regretted having her focus back on him, but his confusion had him speaking before he could think about it.

"You know exactly who I mean, you want to help catch our killer, but you let one walk among you all the same?" Fritz was just confused, he had no idea what he was being told, or rather his mind didn't want to be told whatever it was she was implying, but Jeremy caught on.

"You're talking about Mike?" The suit shock with what was clear rage.

"Yes... Mike, a killer just as bad that he resembles the man who ended the rest of our lives, doused in purple as he is" Fritz spoke before he could think of what he was doing, half shouting out.

"W-What the hell are you talking about! What do you know about Mike!" He couldn't handle all of this, it was too much, hearing about Mike now of all times, he didn't want to listen, but he had to know as well. A small part of Fritz always wondered just what was off about the other man, and now he might just learn. He wasn't sure he wanted to anymore now that he knew Mike's possible fate, but he couldn't help it, even as his own mind wanted nothing more for Spring Bonnie to break the act and say it was a joke or something.

"I know not much about Mike, but I know plenty about Michael, Evan spoke of him often over the years, Golden Freddy, like the rest of us, never could forget the one who killed him after all"

"What?" Jeremy was the one to speak up, sounding as horrified as Fritz felt. The animatronic continued on, like she wasn't breaking down both of their images of their friend.

"I shouldn't be surprised he never said anything, either of them. They so like to run from their problems, I hear Michael did it once more, or perhaps he finally got what he deserves, I hope so. That way both me and Evan both can have our revenge soon" Fritz found his voice, though it came out fainter than he wanted it to.

"Are you actually saying Mike killed his own brother? No, it was... It can't be" It just didn't make sense, Mike adored his brother, the man barely ever left the bear's side, was always asking after him, talking to Fritz about other things that he would need to keep Goldi- Evan in working condition.

"He... He always felt so guilty and... depressed. I just thought it was because he didn't know that his brother came back" Jeremy's voice broke Fritz out of his thoughts as he looked back at his friend in shock before taking a short moment before saying.

"He... he said that Goldie was the first, it had to happen years ago, he would have been a kid himself"

"Does that make it better to kill another? He subjected his brother to hell and if we're lucky he has finally gotten the death he so deserves, unlike what Golden Freddy is to coward to go through with himself" Fritz's feeble attempt at defending his friend was shot down hard, and he couldn't think of anything to say as she continued, "If you couldn't even see what was right in front of you, why should I allow you to help me in my revenge? Our killer will die, I will make sure of it, the others will even still get their revenge by their own hands as much as I will allow, but you two though... You should leave while you have the chance, the man will be here soon and we are tired of waiting"

"Wh-What does that mea-" A hand found itself on Fritz's shoulder as he glanced back at Jeremy who just shook his head, he looked like he was in pain, not to mention devastated, and Fritz... Fritz just didn't want a concrete answer, he wanted more, but he knew he wouldn't be finding it here, the best they were going to get was knowing that at least one animatronic wanted to kill the guy they wanted to die, maybe it was time to just cut his losses... As he was thinking about it, Fritz noticed something in the room that made his decision for him, as he quietly glanced back at Jeremy, while for the first time noticing the banging had finally stopped, Foxy must have lost his steam...

"Fine" Jeremy gave him a look, knowing exactly what was going on in Fritz's mind, as he glanced back at the once golden suit and asked.

"Do you know for certain that Mik- Michael is dead?"

"He was attacked here, I can only hope the man finished the job" It was said with ice in her tone, it made Fritz's insides squirm, he wanted out, he just nodded and quickly turned, leaving before he could think of something else to ask for something he didn't want to know. Jeremy just followed after, though as Jeremy turned to leave, Fritz stopped, before turning and looked in the other direction.

"I'm heading to the office" Jeremy only paused for a moment, his shouldered hunching up for a moment before he just let out a sigh.

"I really hoped you wouldn't say that" Fritz didn't bother trying to explain himself, he knew the other man understood.

"Sorry" Jeremy just let out a tired huff.

"No you're not" Fritz didn't say anything more, instead headed down the hall, a second later the younger man's foot steps followed after him. They found the office quickly enough, both having spent to much time in it's walls. Fritz just glanced around the walls. Jeremy hadn't done much picking up, the place was still littered with Mike's handywork.

Pictures, most poorly made, hung on the walls from where Foxy had given them to the man in question, along with a number of his own sketches, the man was talented at drawing. Fritz just looked them over for a long moment, the silence droning on between the two, before Jeremy finally was the one to break it.

"Why are we still here?" Fritz just asked a question of his own.

"Do you believe what she said about Mike being true?" Jeremy shifted on his feet for a moment, looking incredibly uncomfortable though Fritz didn't see it, to busy staring at one of the drawings Mike had done, it depicted another pizzeria, the four all one the same stage, they looked a bit different, probably the original suits they wore before being refitted, they looked somewhat like fixed versions of the four when they had been withered.

"It... It would make sense, the man was wracked with so much guilt Fritz... It was a lot, and he was... When I was in the hospital, after my accident, I had to spend a lot of time in the psychology ward to relearn how to do somethings... A lot of depressed people were there, they felt similar, most of them had been suicidal and..." Jeremy didn't need to say anything more, Fritz knew what he was getting at.

Mike was reckless, painfully so, Fritz had made plenty of remarks about how it looked like he didn't care about his own life, Mike even agreed, but it was hard to tell when the man was being sarcastic at times that Fritz just assumed it was him just going with the joke. Now those interactions felt tainted, in many different ways.

"Gold- Evan never said anything about it, he should have right?" Fritz wasn't still sure why he was defending this point, he should just try to move on, Mike was dead anyways right? Why was he hung up about the fact that he didn't know the man as well as he thought he did? Heck, it wasn't even that he thought he knew the man, he knew he didn't know Mike all that well, the two hardly talked about anything personal. He shouldn't care that much right?

No, he knew why, it was because he wouldn't ever be able to know really just why the man did... anything he did, not really, whether he was just trying to find a way to die or if it all was out of guilt or something completely different. Why he came back, why he cared so much about what he did so much later on, and that itched at Fritz with a feeling he couldn't quite label, it was probably mourning, he figured he should have known the feeling well enough at this point, but as it stood, he was just frustrated.

"Maybe, but I think Evan wanted to hold out hope for his brother, it's hard to give up on family, no matter what they put you through" Jeremy sounded like he was speaking from experience, Fritz didn't question it.

"I guess... We can't really ask him can we?"

"Goldie's never been much of a conversationalist" The conversation died out, Fritz knew though that Jeremy was still waiting on the answer to his own question, and so after a minute, Fritz pulled himself together once more, and spoke up.

"I want to make sure the Purple Man dies, so I'm going to be here until it happens, I just... I want all of this... Fear and death to be behind me once and for all, for certain. Because I-... I don't think I can take much more of this Jere" Fritz's voice broke for a moment before he forcefully pulled himself together once more with a shake of his head as he continued to stare at the drawings.

"I know what you mean"

The two men just stood there, in the security office that represented everything that had taken away from them, as they waited in a mournful silence both for the death that was to come, and for the one they already had on their hands. But most of all, for the questions both thought would never be answered.

Mike was going to be pissed if how he died was via puppet strings of all things.

The puppet had twirled around him, the sound of Pop Goes the Weasel echoing off the warehouse's open space, piercing into Mike's own ears, and was currently on his back as Mike barely managed to get his good hand to be pried underneath the metal strings that the animatronic was using as a freaking garrote wire, but even then he could feel the strings biting into his throat as he coughed and choked, his lungs already burning as the two stumbled around, the weight of the puppet's legs on his lower back as it used that as leverage to put an almost unreal amount of pressure on the wire.

"Fuc- S-stop!" Mike's voice came out hoarse and broken as he barely could speak as he stumbled back, trying to relieve the pressure, the two crashing into another one of the crates, and then promptly running into one of the shelving isles, Mike hadn't really been trying to do so, but given the fact the animatronic was way stronger than some string bean puppet should be, the impacts didn't seem to do much as he continued to try to speak, knowing it was his only chance as his throat burned in agony along with his now being crushed left hand.

"N-Not, purple!" His vision was quickly fading out from lack of air, so it stood to reason Mike was getting both delirious and desperate as now with full force he charged backwards and slammed his entire weight into the puppet against one of the crates, causing the things peg like legs to stab painfully into his lower back, as the animatronic let out a sharp chiming sound.

Mike couldn't right himself after the impact though as the two quickly found themselves rolling around on the floor as with the hit to the ground, the wire loosened just enough for Mike to half yell out, "M-Mike! N-Name's... Mik-ke Af-Afton, trying t-to help!" He couldn't even think of whatever the hell fake last name he had been using at the moment, just hoping the animatronic would realize he wasn't the one who trapped it.

There didn't seem to be a reaction for a long, long moment before finally the string were suddenly gone and the weight on his side where the puppet had migrated to in it's attempts to kill him on the floor vanished, as Mike just rolled around for a long moment, wheezing in agony, but before he could think of doing anything but trying to recover, two surprisingly strong thin hands grabbed him by the shoulders and hoisted him up, slamming his painfully sore back into a wall, managing as well to eject the air he managed to get in his lungs right back out.

Mike could only wheeze and gasp as the two stared at each other, two bright white eyes staring at him from the black voids that was the mask's eye sockets of the puppet, not like the floating light of his brother, they were actual almost eyes that came from the animatronics inner cameras. It didn't make it any less tense or frankly terrifying as Mike fought to get his breath back to him while trying to not actively fight the puppet off like every instinct in his body was telling him to. Finally he broke the tense silence with a croaked and pained voice.

"S-so, are we friends now? C-cause I know a fox who I'm sure would vouch for me" The puppet continued to stare at Mike for a long moment before moving back with a start, like it was shocked by something. Mike's whole body instantly slouched forwards without the support as he half collapsed onto the ground as he let out an involuntary groan which he instantly regretted, breathing hurt, making unnecessary sounds was just as bad if not worse.

The puppet still wasn't saying anything, just staring, it was still creepy, but in the now lit up warehouse, it wasn't so bad, Mike decided it probably wasn't going to try and kill him again, which he was more than thankful for that this one was aware like his brother and Foxy was and not like the other three who were much more prone to moving straight to the murdering part without any chance of being talked down.

"Do you... speak? I don't remember if you had a voice box or if it was just the music box" Nothing, just more staring, the eyes in it's head weren't lit up anymore, leaving black voids of fabric in their wake with that unnerving open mouth smile that was permanently formed onto the puppet's mask for a face. Mike only now realized as they stared at each other that the animatronic's legs weren't touching the ground.

It was floating. Not a lot, but there was still about two or three inches of clearance off the ground where it's striped legs weren't making contact with the concrete floor. Right, well, if he didn't know the puppet was haunted before now, then he certainly did now... Great, another ghost, just what he needed on his mind today, at least this one was aware and not trying to kill him... Anymore.

But that did raise the question...

"Are you the only one here?" If there was other possessed animatronics here then he had to get them out as soon as possible, a thought that made Mike aware that would require moving, something he was less than thrilled to think about. Thankfully the puppet actually answered this time, with a simple nod. Mike felt his body sag in relief from the tension he had unknowingly built up on his shoulders.

"Oh thank god, I don't think I can handle much more tonight if this was going to turn into a robot prison break" There was another soft chiming sound from the puppet, giving off an impression of faint amusement if Mike had to guess. The animatronic probably didn't have a voice box then, he couldn't remember the Prize Marionette having any voice lines anyways, so it probably just had a built in music box and nothing else to work with. He could at least work with that, if he could handle Foxy, who chose to not speak, then he could figure out chime sounds.

Instead of keeping the conservation going, Mike leaned his head back, his entire body was sore, it hurt to breath, and he really needed some sleep, he felt exhausted, but instead of being able to do any of that, he just gritted his teeth before moving to slowly get to his feet.

"Right, Stripes we need to get the hell out of here before that psycho comes back. I hope you don't mind crashing at my place for the time being" The puppet let out another chime, this one came out sharper and half cut off, maybe it was a sound of surprise? Mike just shot the animatronic a tired but still amused look, "What? If you want to go back to sleep in your... crate, then feel free, but I'd much rather a bed at the moment" The puppet just turned and was already heading somewhere, trying to leave Mike guessed as he just sighed as he got back into a walking stride after it.

"Other way bud, here, follow me, the idiot left me with my wallet, the purple bastard only took my phone and keys, if we're lucky I can find a hotel we can walk to if I recognize the area, cause there is no hell I'm walking all the way home in the middle of the night" There was no way Mike was going to be able to get himself home at the moment, frankly he should be in a hospital, but that could wait until later, at worse the bones in his hand set wrong and the doctors had to rebreak them to heal his hand properly, but right now Mike couldn't risk a hospital visit when he had... Company.

Mike managed to snatch the flashlight he had, which had been knocked to the floor in their fight on the way, only to notice the puppet vanished for a moment before meeting him back up at the doorway to the outside world, hitting the lights on the way out just to buy them a bit more time in case the man happened to return anytime soon. Mike wouldn't have mentioned much of the vanishing act, but he noticed the puppet had something extra with them.

A few things really, a long arm full of plushies and a wind up music box in the other. He chose to not question it, had no idea if they were important or the puppet just wanted to keep it's collection or whatever, but in the end Mike still said with a faint some what forced smile, "Cute, my brother has a thing for plushies as well" The Puppet didn't say anything to that, not even a sound, just wordlessly and silently following behind Mike as he looked around, trying to get an idea on just where the hell they were.

Thankfully he found a cross section of streets soon enough that he was relieved to see where names he knew that were in Hurricane, so they hadn't moved across the state to another city or town, or heaven forbid across a state border. Still, they were across town, it would be at least a solid two hours of walking at the pace Mike could handle to get home and he wanted nothing to do with something like that.

Instead he headed in the opposite direction and found a fairly sketchy looking motel on the edge of town that had a older lady who looked so tired of existence that she didn't even bother to glance at him twice before handing over a keycard to one of the rooms while the puppet waited outside. He was honestly surprised that the puppet was sticking around at all given how they introduced themselves, but given it probably didn't have much of a choice, it sort of made sense.

Getting into the room was quick and mostly painless, the puppet just stayed stand-floating in the middle of the room between the two beds as Mike just walked past, calling over his shoulder.

"I'm going to clean up, feel free to make yourself at home, just try to not get any stuffing anywhere" There was a soft chime in response as Mike headed into the bathroom, locked the door, took a deep breath, and then turned to look at himself in the mirror.

He managed to stare at his own beaten and bruised reflection for only a minute before having to look away, just only enough to take in the welts and bruises covering the side of his head along with a trail of dried blood that was matted up in his hair, the deep bags of exhaustion under his tired blue eyes, and the thick ring of bruising that was already appearing around his throat that he had managed to somewhat cover with his shirt. It was a miracle that the woman at the counter hadn't called the cops huh?

He looked like a mess, he felt awful, his hand, around the knuckles and back at least, was a gross and swollen purplish-blue color that couldn't be right, but he just shook it off and his clothes at the same time as he slowly and carefully get into the shower to clean himself off of most of the sweat that had caked itself onto his skin along with grime and grease from his time in the springlock suit.

It was only after he pulled himself out, carefully drying himself off with one hand that it finally happened, a towel tightly wrapped around his waist, in a crappy motel, with a haunted puppet in the other room after surviving a springlock failure, kidnapping, and attempted murder. Mike had a break down, collapsing onto his ass, his back smacking hard against the wall of the bathroom across from the sink as he felt his breathing grow heavy, everything began to blur together, and a tightness in his chest grew near painful as he felt his hands ball into fists as he tried to keep himself in check.

It wasn't working, it was too much, way too much, the walls felt like they were closing around him, as Mike clenched his eyes shut as tight as he could and just tried to breath, but that hurt as well and lead to another spiral that he had no hope of being able to pull himself out of.

Mike had no idea how long he was sitting there, in the dirty and degusting tiled floor when suddenly he gasped back into a near panicked awareness as the sound of faint knocking echoed off the door to his side. Mike had no idea how he managed it, but with a faint pitiful voice, he managed to call out to the person in the other room.

"I-I I- can't... Can't breath!" He was hyperventilating, his chest felt like it was shaking and Mike just wanted it to stop past the point of his own pride, he needed it to stop, he felt like he'd go insane if he couldn't stop the way his entire body shook from the waves of inscribable emotions.

He wasn't sure what happened, but the next thing he knew before he was dragged back down into the waves of panic shooting through his body was the sound of almost frantic muffled chimes from outside the room, he tried to call something back, but he couldn't find his voice, all that came out was a weak croaking sound. Before he could try and find it, in the next moment, he jerked back as he felt two pairs of surprisingly soft fabric covered arms wrap around him.

Mike would have put everything on the feeling of being wrapped up in the puppet's arms as something that would just make it worse, but instead it was like an anchor in the middle of a tornado, a sudden object he could hold onto for dear life while riding out the storm. His left hand shot up and grabbed onto the puppet's wrist, squeezing down tightly on it as he stared ahead at the buttons on the puppet's chest from how the animatronic was basically cradling his prone and curled up form.

It was humiliating, he was a damp grown ass man in a towel being comforted by a dead person inside of a frankly creepy robotic sock monkey-esque body. But no matter how much his slowly returning mind fought against the shame that began to pull itself up, a much quieter but still prominent portion of his mind whispered about how long it had been since he had been hugged by anyone.

Finally, after who knows how long, he slowly leaned back away from the animatronic, staring up at the blank smiling mask, only to glance away before he felt the hand he had been using to hold onto the puppet's striped arm twist around so now it was holding his left wrist instead of the other way around, pulling it up as the mask turned to get a better look at his arm.

Mike's tired mind didn't realize for a long few seconds just what it was at, given his left arm was probably one of the few parts of his body that didn't have some large bruise or welt on it, when he froze, his entire boy tensing as he turned to stare at his own arm with horror.

The puppet was staring down directly over the long thick scar lines that went from the start of his wrist to half way down his arm to his elbow. Mike could feel his face heating up, he hated when people saw them, but everything was bare here, making the situation infinitely worse, as he swallowed thickly, nearly leading to a coughing fit, as he managed to say.

"I- I was-..." Whatever he was going to say left him as instead he tugged his hand away, not wanting to say anything more, he couldn't handle any more feelings right now, as instead he just looked away when the puppet turned to stare at him, he just quickly got to his feet, a hand grabbing onto his dirty clothes as he said quietly.

"Mind giving me some privacy?" The puppet rose off the ground silently, just staring at Mike, before simply floating towards the door, reaching down, and with a faint muted sense of dread on Mike's side, watched as the puppet only now unlocked the bathroom door before heading back into the main room with the two beds, leaving Mike alone once more, clinging onto his clothes and along with it the faint remains of his dignity.

He was too tired to truly feel the waves of shame he'd normally have at this whole thing, the day had been so much for so long that Mike eventually just sighed in the end, pulled on his filthy clothes that felt gross on his freshly cleaned skin, and headed out of the bathroom to face the music.

The puppet was sitting at the edge of one of the beds, staring down at one of the plushy's that they had taken with them, the action making the animatronic look incredibly human, but then again, that wasn't exactly incorrect given whoever it was inside the puppet's body, Mike wasn't sure what else he was expecting. They turned to look at him as he entered the room, raising one of their hands in a sort of wave like greeting, Mike just sighed.

"I- I don't want to talk about it" They just tilted their head before nodding. Letting out a breath of relief at that, he moved closer before sitting down on the other bed before saying, well, more rambling, wanting to get away from what just happened.

"I'm going to get some sleep, tomorrow we'll hike back to my place, you can stay there while I go to the hospital to get looked over, probably will need a cast to get put on my arm... I'll have to go to the city a county over thinking about it. I'll have to stop by some places to let some people know before I drive out there though" It felt better to plan his next actions out after how chaotic the last twenty hours of his life had been.

He'd have to get a new phone soon, get the numbers in it replaced as well which would be a pain. Have to check in on Evan and especially warn Jeremy and Fritz about what was happening.

As he continued to think about it, he slowly leaned back until his upper body was laying on the bed, it wasn't overly comfortable, but no matter what he tried, he wouldn't be able to get comfortable at the moment, and Mike was way to tired to be able to keep his eyes open much longer even if he wanted to, as he slowly closed his eyes, and with a few long deep breaths, his breathing evened out, and fell asleep almost peacefully, uncaring or perhaps to tired too care of the potential danger of sleeping in the same space as the Marionette, who's empty eyes simply watched him for a long while before laying down at well, not sleeping, but simply enjoying being in a room not made of metal.

Just the worse series of days for Mike, like, god, looking back on these chapters, I'm making this man go through it. And he's not alone! Fritz and Jeremy are going through the wringer as well, it sucks to hear from a murderous ghost that a friend, who has probably been killed, that you've been relying on has been lying to your face for months now isn't it? That's got be a real downer.

But at least they're not alone, Fritz and Jeremy, like always has each other's backs and that's nice. And I could probably talk about their friendship plenty, but I'mma focus on the character I haven't mentioned yet. The puppet! Marionette is on the scene and is already great, from attempted murder to comforting your new friend during his mental break down in a motel bathroom. Expect to see a lot of them throughout the rest of this insanely long story. Like, seriously, they're going to be a very big character.

I'm going to be real, dividing up character screen time is difficult, and arranging everyone to have moments is complicated, I have to give the other character's moments to build out the story and timeline, but at the same time, this is Mike's story, and as such, he's getting the most screen time, and in the same vein, the one's around him the most often get the most screen time as well. Jeremy and Fritz are important side characters, but still the supporting cast, same with Goldie, if a bit higher ranked as a side character, being basically the main character's main first motivation to propel the story. Marionette though... I have plans, they'll probably be a lot more closely related to a deuteragonist than side character, which basically means, second in importance to the main character. You all will see why soon enough, I won't go all into it now, especially when I can show it but this chapter showed a bit of it, with how Mike finally hit a breaking point, and Marionette was there to help. So, basically all I'm saying is get prepared for a lot of the puppet, they're going to be important to the plot. Anyways, See ya.