I Don't Own Fnaf


"So... is this actually as awkward as I feel it is or...?" Charlie did the courtesy to giving a small laugh at Mike's bland remark, before shaking her head.

"No, no, it's not just you... I just... I don't know, it feels weird right? I think the surprise mostly kept us going when we first saw each other, but I don't really know what we're suppose to talk about now" Mike just shrugged, he really had no idea to be honest, he hadn't really planned that far ahead beyond asking if she wanted to catch a lunch together.

"I mean, we still have plenty to play catch up on, what's been going on with your life? Like, actually, you said you were in college here in town right? How's that going, you living on your own or do they do a dorms thing?" Charlie tensed a bit at that before saying.

"Oh, well, I'm actually living in dad's old house, he never actually sold it, so after... well my mom technically owns it, but she gave it to my aunt and she's letting me stay there" Aunt?... Oh!

"Aunt Jen right?" Charlie nodded, as Mike said, "She doesn't live near here right? She's up near Salt Lake... Why would your mom give that house to your aunt, for your aunt to let you live there, that sounds... Convoluted" Charlie seemed to wince a bit at that, before saying.

"Ah, yeah... It's a whole thing, Mom... She didn't... Nothing was right after Sammy went missing, my parents fought a lot over it, they were probably heading to a divorce, they were already separated when dad was running his own pizzeria, when everything went bad there, we left and mom stayed, but then she left as well. Then dad... Uh, anyways, everything went to mom, but she... she just wanted away from it all, so she either sold everything off or just gave it to family, the house went to Aunt Jen, and... and I did as well" Mike found himself frowning.

"Wait, you moved in with Jen? How old were you? Fourteen? Fifteen?" Mike didn't know Jen all that well, only heard about her tangentially, but what he had heard was... Well, she was the kind of aunt to show up and then leave in the same day, not the type to really be held down by much, more willing to pass things on than settle with something. Apparently her sister, Charlie's mom, had gotten more of that than he had thought.

"Fifteen, but I... I moved around a lot in the last few years, between leaving with dad and coming back, then staying mom for a bit, and finally settling in with Jen. I lived with her for a while, and I was going to do the dorms, but Jen mentioned the house, and... And I couldn't just let the idea of going back there slide"

"I get that, I mentioned I'm living in my dad's house right?" She nodded.

"Yeah, with a roommate, Marion right? How's that, living with someone else I mean? Is she nice?" Mike had used Marion as Marionette's 'human' name he had figured it would be easier to explain than Mari, but apparently the gender confusion was still real, as he said.

"He's great, we meet a few months ago, weird situation, it's unimportant, but we just sort of clicked from there, one of those weird instant connection things. He's my best friend at this point, real shy though. What about you, I know you're living alone, what's that like? It's your first time by yourself right?" She nodded, looking a bit interested in the subject between Mike and his friend, but instead answering the question.

"It's been... interesting, having to be an adult is weird, which feels really childish to say, but it's true, I have to stay on top of bills and keeping food in the cabinet and everything" Mike felt himself smirking just a tad as he said.

"Yeah, well, get used to it, it's going to be the rest of your life. Be glad you got a house to use, I had to figure out how renting worked by myself at your age" She just rolled her eyes at that.

"Don't say 'at your age', you can't have had to deal with that much more in just a few extra years" Mike smiled, but held back from the faint mixed bag of emotions that came from knowing she had no idea just what his life had been like. Frankly he preferred it that way, and even found some comfort in knowing she just couldn't know what it was like. Not to say her life had been easy in comparison, but it was clear their experiences were in two different directions, she got a house and was in college at nineteen, while Michael had been fresh out of prison and homeless.

"I'm simply wise beyond my years, but I'm glad it's going well for you"

"Same for you, I... I don't really know much about what happened though, dad told me you, uh, you did something to Evan and you had to go away, it... I pieced together what happened later on but..." Mike knew what she was really asking, as he felt something stir in th his gut in a familiarly painful manner. This was a bad week for this conversation, but he found himself talking anyways.

"I did something stupid, something really, really stupid. He... Evan died, and I went to jail, got out at nineteen and just... existed for a few years, worked and did odd jobs to hold down a pretty trashy old apartment, then... Well, I decided to do something about my life, turned it around you could say. And now I run Pirate's Cove, so I think it's worked out pretty well for me" Was it weird that one of the harder things to do in that sentence was remembering to call his brother Evan? Charlie just looked sad for the most part, before saying softly.

"I'm sorry that all had to happen, everything just... Life just happened like that, but I'm glad you're still around, that you managed to get yourself together, I don't really know what you had to turn it around from, but I'm glad we get to come back together like this" Mike... Mike felt himself frown at the way she said those words, they felt pointed. As fucked up as it was, Mike knew what it sounded like when someone was being appreciative that he hadn't killed himself. But she couldn't have known that, and it didn't sound like she was directing that at him, to... distant.

"Yeah... I- I'm sorry to ask Charlie, but do you mind if I asked how Henry died?" Charlie tensed for a moment, before sighing, and with it, it was like her entire body deflated a bit, staring at the table in front of her which was sat between them, before saying.

"He, uh... He killed himself, I-... I was the one to, you know..." Mike felt vaguely sick, his hands were by his side, so she didn't see the way his right moved over and grabbed tightly over his left wrist, as he said.

"I- I'm sorry Charlie" She just shrugged.

"It was a while ago now, still hurts, but... I don't know, he never really recovered after Sam, none of us did. I think he was trying to keep going, but after the pizzeria failed on him so... so massively, it just... it was to much for him" if that didn't strike something way to close to Mike's exact situation, than he didn't know what did, as he stared across from the girl in front of him, and couldn't help but imagine how she would have been then, nearly half a decade younger, finding her father like... Like how Mike had once often thought about leaving himself.

He spoke something because it was either that or having to excuse himself to the restroom so he could actually be sick.

"Well, if you ever want to talk, I'm here, and if you don't want to talk, well, don't tell anyone but I know this place where the owner's a total sucker, he'd totally let you waste a day on the arcades for free" That got a snort out of the girl as she shot Mike a look, before looking away and saying with a soft voice.

"Thanks Michael"

"Never a problem Charlie" With that he glanced down before saying casually, "We've had our lunch here for like, fifteen minuets, we should probably eat it at some point huh?"


Marionette refused to be anything but supportive, especially after what happened a few days ago where he was confronted by Mike about his... problems with the man going off places that he might not be able to follow. It was embarrassing to have those problems be brought up, especially when he hadn't really known what those problems had been before he was suddenly asked to address it. But now that he had... He still felt a bit embarrassed about how much he relied on Mike and how much the idea of being left behind by the man scared him.

But... but it was more than that as well, he could admit it, it was more than that, it was the idea of being alone at all, about being abandoned again from a place he thought he could have trusted for a forced solitude that he couldn't escape, the idea of it was... It was to much like what had already happened that everything that threatened that made him feel like he was about to burst with nerves and fear, and it wasn't something he liked.

So he had to do better, who cared if Mike came home complaintive and lighter after his talk with Charlie? Who cared that he could have lunch with an old childhood friend while he in comparison just happened to be stumbled upon and then brought along for the ride? Mari certainly didn't, end of story, it didn't matter, nope, and he refused to let it matter.

No, what really mattered right now was Mike, it was late in the evening, and the man had just returned from dropping Foxy off at the warehouse, and he already looked exhausted. The two hadn't really talked about what they were going to do on the day itself, but Mari had the feeling that Mike wouldn't be going anywhere, now that they wouldn't be working, the idea that it would be anything but a bad day for the older man seemed more an a little unlikely.

Moving over to him, Marionette watched as Mike pulled off his jacket, tossing it onto the couch, the movement so familiar at this point on the man's return that the puppet wasn't even annoyed about the unorganized nature of it, but that was just one of the many Mike things that Marionette had gotten used to, as he spoke up.

"How did it go?"

"Awkward, but that was about as good as I expected as could be... I think I'm going to turn in early tonight" Mike was a night owl by nature, so the idea he was looking to get tonight over with as quickly as possible was already one warning sign to the puppet as he asked carefully.

"Are you sure you don't want to hang out? Watch something maybe?" Mike seemed to consider that for a moment, before shaking his head. The puppet wasn't done though, simply following after Mike, saying softly, "Maybe... Maybe tomorrow then, we can have a movie marathon or something. Get a bunch of bad movies and we can just spend the day making fun of them" That got Mike to pause for a moment, thinking it over, before asking.

"You just saying that because you don't want to deal with me being moody or do you actually think that would be a good way to spend our extra day off?" The puppet frowned at the words before saying back with a more playful lit to his voice.

"I don't suppose I can say that it's both?" Mike snorted.

"I mean, it could be, but I doubt you'll enjoy my running commentary after a few hours of complaining"

"I could listen to you talk about anything, as long as you aren't shutting yourself away I'll be happy"

"So it is a way to keep me from brooding, sorry to burst your bubble Mari, but I'm going to be sulky whether you like it or not, this day is always bad for me"

"Are you sure? I mean, you know Goldie is fine now"

"Doesn't change the years where I didn't know that, and it's not just because of what I did nine years ago now"

"Then what is it, if you don't mind me asking" Mike tensed for a moment, and for that second Marionette wondered if he accidently crossed some invisible line, before the man simply answered.

"I never mind Mari... It's always been a hard time of the year for a lot of reasons, my, uh... My mom died during childbirth, so... tomorrow's a death anniversary for more than just one family member" The silence hung in the air as Marionette considered that for a short moment, as he turned to look at Mike who's shoulders had hunched a bit, as he stared worryingly at the man before moving over, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Mike" He just shrugged, as well as he could with is arms trapped under the puppet's grasp.

"It was years ago, hell, I barely remember her, I was really young, but... Fuck it still hurts" That was when everything in Mike's life really started to fall apart, the only good thing that had come from it was his little brother, but he lost his mom in the same day, and it wasn't only him that it had effected. His dad kept strong for those first few years after, but by the time Mike was eight, William had begun to drink and things at home began to fall apart, even if he hide it well out of the house, and Mike began to have to be the one who did... well, everything really, for his siblings. It wouldn't be a stretch to say he raised Lizzy and Evan more than their dad did, even if he hadn't known to hold it against the man until he was a teen, and by then that anger would led to things he'd never be able to take back.

"That's fine, loss always hurts, I'm sorry you had to go through that. Come on, let's go to bed" Mike just huffed a bit as the two separated so they could move to the stairs, but after a second asked in a more vulnerable voice than Mari was used to hearing from the normally stoic and composed man.

"I'm tired of losing people... You aren't going anywhere right?" Marionette let out a surprised chime at that.

"Of course not! Where did that thought come from?" Mike just shrugged, as the two moved up the stairs as he said.

"Not sure, just our recent talk made me think about it I guess... I've lost everyone in my life at some point or another, nearly all of them are dead now and most didn't get to come back, but you... I don't think I can handle losing you, I can take a lot, but I think that might be what would break me. It's kind of scary, I've never become so attached to someone so easily" It was heartbreaking to hear it said so blandly, like the words didn't hold that much meaning to Mike, even as he said them with a clear if faint conviction that scared the puppet.

"Well, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon, so don't worry about it, none of us are"

"Yeah, yeah I know, just... Dumb thought" Marionette let out a soft chime, they had arrived in the room, as he led Mike to the bed and said comfortingly.

"Well, I think you deserve to have a few every now and again, as long as I know to hug you when you have them" Mike smirked a small bit at his own words before thrown back at him, before the puppet reached forwards and simply did as he said he would, pulling the man into a hug. Mike just let it happen before wrapping his own arms around the animatronic before simply falling back onto the bed, carrying Marionette down with him as the puppets let out a surprised chime before going with it as he laid across Mike's chest.

A small part of him enjoying the closeness, as he felt Mike's arms holding him securely into place before having to ask after a moment with a hint of playfulness to his voice.

"You planning to sleep like this?"

"Not sure yet, you're comfortable" Marionette felt something in his chest feel like it was winding up at the unexpected compliment, before Mike continued, a teasing lit to his voice now, "Like a big plush sock monkey" The tightening was quickly turned into sound as he let out the first few notes of pop goes the weasel, just to show his displeasure, but Mike only let out a small snicker, before continuing to say, "Sorry that I'm going to be not so great tomorrow, I hope you know I appreciate you wanting to help"

"Don't worry about it, I think we both know we're going to be here for each other at this point right?"

"Maybe, or we could keep having to have these moments for another few months until it finally seeps into our dense heads"

"We aren't that bad"

"Tell that to Jeremy, he's not as clever as he thinks he is about his comments"

"Yeah? Later, for now we should probably sleep"

"Probably" Neither could find it in them to move for a fair bit longer.


The day came faster than Goldie would have liked it to, with it being tomorrow, but it had to happen at some time he supposed. He couldn't just run away from it, that was something his brother had the right idea about. Hence his brother's awkwardly retreating form as he just finished dropping off Foxy before leaving for the night.

The bear and the fox looked between each other for a long moment before Foxy simply lifted his hook and said "Sup"

Goldie felt something in his chest uncoil, perhaps maybe literally, as he said back, "Hey Foxy, I didn't really have a plan in mind, but it's been a while"

"Yrah, you could say that again, got to catch up a bit before the ship was sea worthy, but you hightailed it to greener lands soon after" Goldie found himself shrugging before moving, leading the fox to where he had been staying. Saying back as they moved.

"I spent enough time in that diner for a life time"

"Maybe, but you should come around still, see the work we've put in. It be something special now! Even if it's missing it's old golden flare" Goldie just hummed as they made it to the room, his eyes moving about quickly for no other reason but making sure nothing was out of place. He spent a while moving things around, just a bit, and tidying up before Foxy had come over. The main thing he had done was moved his two plushies to somewhere else. It was kind of embarrassing to leave them around for the fox to see.

"I can peek in on you anytime I want, no reason to go there myself"

"Yar been looking at me through thy spyglass? See anything good?" The question seemed a bit leading, like the fox was curious about something, as Goldie answered back honestly.

"I was there when you were perfecting those routines Foxy, I already saw them all" The fox seemed to dim a bit at that, and Goldie found himself quickly correcting himself, "But, yes, I have seen a number of your shows, you're great with the kids. You bring more of yourself to the stage when it's for a real audience" That seemed to perk the fox right up.

"Good to hear laddy! Glad to know that you've enjoyed the show that ol' Foxy has put on for the little ones" Goldie felt an amusement push through him as he couldn't help but point out.

"You're the only animatronic that's still a kid now" The fox huffed, before waving his hook dismissively.

"A classic is ageless"

"And you're sixteen" The fox paused from whatever retort he was about to say, having stopped to turn and give a short look at the bear, who just looked back before asking, "What?" Foxy just shook his head.

"Nothing matey, just seeing the family resemblance" Goldie had no idea as to what that was suppose to mean, but he decided that it was probably Mike's fault. Instead of dwelling on that, he instead just said.

"Well, I don't really know what to do now. I haven't really hung out with anyone... We could play on the arcade games I guess" Foxy shrugged, looking them over before saying.

"Nay, probably not a good idea, you can have a go though, but this pirate don't think his hook would be the most savvy on these controls" Goldie could see that, he couldn't really imagine what it was like to have to get used to having a hook for a hand of all things, especially the right hand, though he did know a bit to well about what it was like to relearn how to move and exist not to long ago.

"Ever think about asking Fritz to put a normal hand there? You know, get rid of the hook" Foxy opened his mouth to say something before pausing... He hadn't really considered that he could just ask to have something that inconvenienced him now be fixed into something else. but after a moment simply shook his head. He couldn't be the Foxy everyone knew if he went around changing things.

"I be fine with it, used to it at least, nothing wrong with having it on me either, in case I ever need to hook a crook or two again" The casual mention of past murders went by as it was, nothing to really make comment about, as Goldie just nodded.

"Alright, then you can just watch, or if you want, the tv is over there, we could watch something. I've been given a few recommendations that apparently come on around this hour" Most of them had been his brother swearing up and down that his tv choices weren't horrible, something that, if he was to believe the marionette, was more false than saying Goldie was suppose to be a polar bear.

"Been a while since I watched anything I'll try to see if anything's good on then" With a bit of excitement to his movements, he moved over and began to fiddle with the small tv that was in the room while Goldie simply turned back to the arcade machine, looking it over before deciding that he should probably keep things going, there had been something he had been meaning to ask about for a while now anyways.

"Hey Foxy?"

"Aye lad?"

"Why do you stay in character so much?" It had been something Goldie had been thinking about for a while, but the chance to ask had never really come up much. So now felt like a good enough time as ever. The fox didn't say anything for a long while, the sounds of the flickering channels being the only real sound, before asking back.

"Why do you go by Goldie instead of your real name?" The bear tensed at the sudden reversal of the question, and was about to just let the topic drop before he stopped himself. He... Why did he choose to start going by Goldie? He didn't mind his old name, it just...

"It doesn't feel like mine anymore, I'm not the same person and I haven't been called by it in... to long to feel like it's me" Foxy nodded.

"Yah, same for me, but... I don't really know, even if I be remembering more and more of me old life, it doesn't feel like me anymore, and even if it did... Eh, it don't matter now anyways" Goldie found himself nodding, knowing something was being left out of what the Foxy was trying to say, but he wasn't looking to push the topic, instead moving over and looking at the tv at the channel they ended up on.

"Is... is that a werewolf in a wedding dress at the alter?" Foxy blinked before staring back into focus at the tv as well, before letting out a shocked laugh.

"Yah, that do be what's in front of our eyes matey... Wonder if she's smelling of wet dog?" It was a lame joke, it Goldie felt a small thrumming laugh come out despite himself, the fox seemed to brighten at that, and before he knew it, the bear had a running commentary over the frankly ridiculous show.

It was nice, Goldie found himself enjoying the company even more than he thought he would. He had missed the fox, he missed... He missed them all, but this was better than the alternatives, and so he found himself simply enjoying the moment.

The two would spend the night and the next day just talking, moving back and forth, through exploring the warehouse and taking a few old board games from the shelves to play, to watching tv, to eventually having Foxy give a try at the arcades, only to discover a competitiveness to the fox that neither had really expected. It was the best birthday Goldie had had in a long, long time. And even if he had just turned eighteen, ironically enough, for the first time in many years, he felt more like a kid than ever.

The fact of the matter was that it was a lot different than he had been expecting the day to go, and when the day ended, surprisingly enough, Goldie wished it wasn't over just yet. A day he had only held dread for for so long now, over it felt like in a blink of the eye, with him wishing for it to keep going. But it was going to be over soon whether he wanted it to or not. Jeremy was on his way, having been asked by Mike to be the one to pick up Foxy, using Mike's car given that was the one with the space to transport the fox.

Now they were simply just waiting for that car to come so Foxy could leave back to his pizzeria to be ready for the next day, where he would be back in the performing game.

Though it was while they were waiting that it seemed Foxy had one last surprise to give him, as after a moment he was simply told to wait in the office as the fox left to find something. Goldie was a bit confused about the request, but simply went with it, assuming there was some reason behind it than the fox deciding to wait out the wait for his ride alone.

Eventually the fox returned, his one hand held behind his back, instantly telling Goldie just what exactly was happening, as he gave the fox a look.

"I thought Mike mentioned I wasn't interested in getting any gifts" Though even as he said it, an unexpectedly warm feeling pushed itself up and out of his chest at the idea that the fox still got something for him anyways. As it stood, Foxy looked a hint embarrassed about it, but said with the same confidences he went into everything with.

"Aye, perhaps, but what's a day with a pirate fox without getting something out of it at the end. Er, it might not be the best or anything, but I had to work with I had on deck" With that the fox pulled out the item in his hand, and Goldie felt himself say with more honesty and appreciation than he himself had expected.

"Thank you Foxy, truly" As he reached out and picked up the little golden rendition of the fox himself. A plushy, one of the most rare variants from what he had been told by Marionette. It might not mean much without context, given that the very warehouse they were standing in was where a whole box of these exact plushies were being stored, but this one? This came from the pizzeria, Foxy had brought it with him, the small added purple bowtie made from purple string on the little foxy toy wasn't on the others either, it was hand made, and in a clear resemblance to the purple bowtie that was apart of Goldie's suit.

It was... Well, to put it simply, Goldie loved it. The fox seemed to realize that as he let out a loud laugh and said.

"Glad to hear it! Just, uh, don't tell Marionette for a bit aye? He's picky about his stock, Fritz had to help me smuggle this one out when he was pretending to work on one of the machines in the Prize Corner" Goldie felt himself laugh a bit as well at the probably unneeded lengths the fox went on for a 'heist' to get him a gift, but it just made him feel even better, as he said.

"Promise" The fox beamed.

Belong long Jeremy had shown up, looking between the two before seemingly content with whatever it was he was getting from the two, before leading the fox out to the side where the car was already parked so the animatronic could be moved without being directly in the line of sight of anyone nearby. And Goldie found himself staring at the door as the two departed with a faint sense of... something in his chest as he faintly realized that once more he was alone, all by himself, again.

Looking down at the golden fox in his hand, Goldie felt that faint feeling fade just a bit before turning to head back to the office, to add the fox to his apparently growing collection. Maybe in the future he could ask someone to help bring Foxy over during the occasional days where the pizzeria was closed, it would be nice to have the familiar company more often. He really missed his friends, but he hadn't lost them all, and maybe it would be nice to keep the one still about a bit closer than he had been.


Needless to say that the next day hadn't started as one of Mike's best, in an ironic matter it was better for the one killed than it was for the one who killed. There were very few days that Mike could really predict how he would do on them, but needless to say today was one of the ones he was pretty good at making a guess on. He just... didn't want to move, the second he was awake and aware, finding himself tangled up in mixed of limbs between him and Mari, he just... didn't want to leave the bed.

That meant facing the day, and so like a child scared of what awaited for him outside the safety of his covers, he just pulled the puppet closer, like a kid relying on a plush to for comfort, and bunkered himself down deeper into the blankets. Just staying there for a long while, not quite willing to move or think to hard about anything. It was easier than he thought it would have been.

He had a lot of practice in wallowing his life away in a bed not wanting to move so it was pretty surprising that his thoughts weren't already pestering him, but he didn't think to hard about that either, instead just existing. He wasn't sure what time it was, but given Marionette hadn't moved any, he had assumed that it was fairly early, which wouldn't surprise him, give he had gone to sleep pretty early last night.

At least, that's what he thought it was, until he finally tuned back into reality enough to realize something, at some point, or perhaps just in that moment, he felt a faint trembling that was coming from the puppet and was now moving up his arms from the vibrations that were echoing from the animatronic's body. Slightly concerned, he moved up a bit, pushing himself up onto his pillows a bit as he looked down and noticed Mari's head was tilted back and simply staring up at him. He couldn't quite find it in himself to smile, not right now, even if something in him wanted to at the sight, instead saying quietly, his voice still thick with sleep.

"Good morning" A faint warbling sound came from the puppet before any words, Mike just tilted his head a bit at the sound wondering if he was suppose to worry when the faint vibrating, more trembling continued for a second before the puppet seemed to gather himself up enough to say.

"U-uh, good morning!" Mike felt himself raise an eyebrow at the shaky tone, before asking.

"You doing alright Mari?" The puppet nodded, his body moving a bit, which with ow it was firmly placed over Mike and covered by the blanket, his head was the only thing that was really poking out the blanket now. It was kind of cute... Nah, just cute.

"Y-yep, all good just... Thinking" Now Mike was really curious, as he asked casually.

"Thinking about what?" Mari just sputtered out an answer.

"N-nothing, just... uh, just realized something is all!" He was still confused, but he didn't want to push it, he was comfortable and unwilling to face anything close to serious right now, so instead just sunk back into the bed a bit, and pulled the puppet up a bit more, pulling him from where the puppet's head was resting on his loser chest, to closer so the top of his head was just under his chin. Marionette simply let out a small chiming warble sound again, the faint trembling starting up for a brief moment, before he simply rested his head on the bigger man's chest.

Mike just enjoyed the moment of peace, knowing it probably wouldn't last him the whole day.

Marionette on the other hand... Well Marionette was silently freaking out as everything suddenly clicked into place in his head all at once about just what this looked like, and what the frankly almost overwhelming warmth in his chest meant for him.

The worst part of it all was probably the fact that the realization only happened because of how much romantic drama he had willingly sat through because Mike loved to watch them. The fact that his chest felt like it was about to burst just at the thought of Mike and love in the same sentence suddenly painted the sudden, almost overwhelming realization of himself and feelings, showed just what was happening. That realization was honestly pretty terrifying, because the fact of the matter was pretty simple.

Marionette was so screwed.


Damn, it only took, what, twenty some odd chapters, sharing a bed for nearly a month, several confessions of importance to each other, and literally waking up in the arms of the man for Marionette to realize, wait a minute, maybe I like this idiot. I only say Mike's an idiot, because he's somehow even further behind on figuring things out than the puppet. I actually had a completely different ending planned for this chapter, but... this is more interesting. But that's not really the important part of this chapter!

Foxy and Goldie! These two are great, I want to explore them more, and honestly really considered having the entire chapter being just the two of them, but that felt like stretching it a bit to long, and then I would feel obligated to add more scenes in with them talking, and as it stands, dialogue isn't really my strongest suit to be honest, which is surprising given that's a very solid percentage of this story is just pure dialogue really. Still, I can contained myself from going and doing to much here for the time being, no reason to rush them, I can play the long game for the two of them to begin to address their situations to each other, because neither is exactly holding on as healthy as they seem like they are. Anyways, next chapter is going to be pretty interesting isn't it? We get to explore of Marionette's extreme gay puppet panic, and Mike going through extreme trauma and grief, cause he isn't allowed to be happy just yet. How fun! See ya.