Springtrap X Marionette

Chapter 1

                                                                                      Third Person 

"Hey everyone, get out here," Freddy calls from the main stage, holding a piece of paper. Mangle pops her head through a vent in the ceiling, Bonny and Chica walk out from the back stage, Foxy opens his cove, and Springtrap and Golden Freddy walk out from the closet. "What is it Freddy? I told you to get me when the night guard got here, not sooner," Golden Freddy complains, waving his arms around for dramatic effect. "Sorry Goldy, but I figured you'd want to know this. We're getting someone new tonight, they call them the Marionette," Freddy replies, trying to get out of trouble. "C'mon Goldy, leave him be, he was only trying to help," Chica says. "Fine, when are they expected to arrive?" Freddy looks down at the paper, then up at the clock, "In about thirty minutes, they'll be in the prize room." Goldy looks at him, "Thirty minutes! Why didn't you get me sooner!?" He yells, lunging at Freddy. Springtrap grabs Goldy's arm, pulling him back and whispering in his ear. Goldy grumbles, then, "Ok guys, go get the room nice for them, we wanna make them feel welcome," He says, while everyone scatters to go get something.

                                                                           Thirty Minutes Later

Flicking on the lights, the delivery guys walk into prize room, setting a giant purple and dark pink striped box against the wall. "Hey, Jerry, where do we put this music box thing?" One of the guys asks, motioning to a small wind up box in his hand. "Eh, just put it on that table right there, then lets get out of here, this place creeps me out," he says, shivering. Setting the box down, they run to the door and slam it behind them. Freddy blinks and calls out, "Guys, they're here! C'mon!" Everyone pops out from their places and follows Freddy to the prize room, then pokes their heads around the corner. "Mangle, look through the vent to whatever is in the room," Chica says into the vents, her voice echoing around. A vent filter clatters to the floor in the room, "Hey, it's safe, they're still in the boxy thing," Mangle calls, while everyone files into the room to get a look. Mangle's head is extended from a vent, while her puppet's head is gnawing at the corners of the box, she bats it away, telling it off. "We don't want to damage the poor thing's box, it's probably terrifi.." She gets cut off by a rapid beating against the top of the box. "Quick, someone open it! They seem frantic," Goldy yells out, prying at the edges of the box. Everyone grabs a corner of the box's top and pulls, the frantic beating still causing the box to vibrate. Springtrap pushes the others out of the way, "Seriously guys, move it. You guys are pathetic." He grabs the lid and yanks as hard as he can, ripping the hinges open and tossing it to the side. Everyone backs up quickly, hiding in the corners. "Really? I doubt they're even dangerous, and if they are, we can take them," Springtrap says, stepping towards the box and trying to peek inside. Long black and white striped arms zip out and the fingers wrap quickly around Springtrap's throat. Everyone rushes forward to help him, but he holds his hand out, "Wait, it doesn't hurt. I think they're trying to get out." Using him as leverage, the being pulls themselves out of the box and sits on the ledge. A long, slender, black and white body hangs over the box. A white mask with bottomless black eyes, a wide smile, bright red cheeks, and streams of purple tears flowing stares back at all the animatronics, they're long pointed legs swinging back and forth. "Um, excuse me, but can you please let go of my neck," Springtrap says, bending his neck in a weird way. They let go of his neck, tilting their head, "Sorry! I didn't mean to." Says a feminine voice, not at all muffled from the mask. "So, I'm imagining your the new animatronic?" Says Mangle from the ceiling. "Umm, I don't know. Where am I anyways?" She says, her expression not changing at all. "Wait, you didn't know you were coming here?" Freddy questions, concern in his voice. She shakes her head, the mask wiggling slightly. "Hm, well, just stay in the box for tonight, it's almost twelve, and I don't think we should risk ourselves cause the new guy can't get the night guard." Goldy says, pushing the Marionette back into the box. She makes a surprised noise, her body folding in on itself as she falls into the box. Poking her head back out of the box, she tilts her head, the mask not changing at all. Springtrap slips his arm into the box and grabs the Marionette's hand, gently pulling her out of the box." C'mon Goldy, don't be like that. You're the one that said we should make her feel welcome, and the best way to make someone feel welcome is by giving them a nickname. How about Marion?" All the animatronics nod their heads, mumbling in agreement. "Great, Marion it is then. Now, Marion, how about you stay in your box tonight, and we'll show you around tomorrow?" She nods and slides back into the box, curling into a ball and covering her head with her hands. Springtrap grabs the lid and slides it over the box opening, walking out of the room slowly. Goldy runs up behind Springtrap and grabs his shoulder, "Spring, what were you thinking! She's new, she needs to know that we can't  play nice until she learns," Springtrap glances over his shoulder, "Give it a rest Goldy, she's new, probably a brand new animatronic, freshly made. She'll catch on quickly. Now, lets get back to our closet before the night guard gets here. Maybe Mangle will let the vents carry the echo of the phone call to us." Goldy grumbles and opens the closet door, sitting in his corner and opening the vent.

"Um, hello, hello hello? Uh, check the lights, wear the Freddy head when needed, and keep the music box wound up or the Marionette will come and get you." The familiar voice of the recorded phone call echoes through the vents, indicating that it's time for all the animatronics to go after the night guard. Suddenly, a haunting tune starts playing throughout the pizzeria, softly going through the halls and rooms. Balloon Boy starts walking down the hallway, humming the tune on the his way into the vents. Chica stops him by grabbing his arm, "Hey buddy, can you tell me why that song is on?" She says sweetly, her beak clicking slightly. "Oh, it's for the new puppet. She likes it, so the night guard has to keep it playing." Goldy walks out into the room, "Ok everyone, start torturing the poor guy, it's time for our favorite game..."