A/N:
THE TWO REQUEST ARE OUT NOW! The one for you, dear "Call me what whatever" is called "A series of stupid ideas and (mis)fortune, hosted by an Orange Guy" (Yes I'm bad at titles, if you haven't noticed, I would appreciate better ideas).
THIS IS A SKIPPABLE CHAPTER FOCUSING SOLEY ON JEREMY AND THE PUPPET. It's still part of the story though, just with more character and less "P L O T". It's also not as sugary as I first expected myself.
So... uh... okay. Listen, dear Anon. I wasn't really sure what you wanted, since I panicked...
This is what I came up with, I hope it's at least somewhat what you wanted. IF NOT I WILL WRITE SOMETHING ELSE FOR YOU, RELEASING IT ON NEW YEARS.

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Inside of the box it was always hot, meltingly so. The heat was biting through his wires, making him whimper in discomfort. It wasn't a good kind of discomfort, where you knew it soon would be over and it was worse than real pain, since real pain would tell him that he was still alive.
"Get him out William. We will see how my new theory applies."
"Man, this is... really messed up."
"Your attempts at moralizing the situation are appreciated and from now on forbidden."
"No! It wasn't meant to be critic, I just thought... you know, he's already dead and all..."
"William. Please."
"Okay, okay, sorry, I'm on it. You know you can count on me."
Hands grabbing his torn body, clutching into his fragile shell, raising him into hell again, away from the almost merciful emptiness he experienced while inside the darkness.
"Put these on his forehead and chest. We will start at eighty."
If he could have moved he would rip their arms off, tearing through their flesh, annihilating them in an instant. But he couldn't.
If he could cry out, he would have begged for death. He would say that he was sorry, that he would never do it again, no matter what he did wrong. Or at least he could taunt them, hurt them, promising them death and pain, pain like he experienced.
Mercy wasn't an option for them.
He couldn't and wouldn't leave until they were gone, he would-
"Ready, set, go!"
Pain shook his body.
Please, please stop, it hurts so much, dying, please let it be the end!
"Write it down. We will go straight to hundred."
Pain. His thoughts were now jumbled.
"One hundred and ten."
PAIN.
"One hundred and twenty."
P A I N.
"One hunded and-"

The marionette woke up screaming, feeling sweaty and ready to cry, despite both of those things not being a real option anymore. It had been a long time.
Quietly he rose from the little space in the corner he had occupied. Surrounded by plushies, he had hoped to make him feel safe, but the lack of music was only painfully amplified by the soft companions.
Hopefully he hadn't-
"Marion...?" Rubbing his eyes, Jeremy stepped in, his oversized pajama hanging off his body comically... the teddy the guy was holding was only making things worse. "You screamed... did something happen...?"
No, I... I thought...
The brown-haired boy sat down next to him, hugging him tightly. "It's okay. What did you dream?"
He felt that he was crying, despite nothing coming out. This was the third time they were in this situation in a row. Lately his dreams had gotten worse and worse.
I... it was... I don't want to talk about it.
Softly Jeremy petted him. "That's fine too." And with that the machine was picked up, but this time gently, carefully, and carried towards the bedroom. He was tugged into bed, with Jeremy snuggling right next to him.
"Do you want me to read for you? Or sing something?"
No...
"You don't have to be ashamed if you want that!"
I don't want to sleep anymore.
Worrying the human took his claws, softly squeezing them. "I know that feeling."
They sat together in the darkness, Jeremy slowly getting sleepy again. "Are you excited for today? It's your time to shine for the kids!"
I'm somewhat terrified. What should we do if they... don't feel comfortable around me?
"There is no way that could happen!"
Jeremy's smile was so sincere that the puppet couldn't help but smile a little as well. He watched his companion slowly drifting off to sleep again.

Hours later, Jeremy finally yawned and stretched himself, surprised as his friend wasn't next to him. Trying not to be scared, he checked around the flat. "Marion? Marion, where are you? Are you alright?"
As he entered the kitchen, the battlefield that greeted him was astounding. There were ingredients all over the floor, eggs and flour covering every surface. A distressed puppet, also covered in flour, was clutching his head, panicking. Hearing laughter behind him, the animatronic screeched shocked.
J-jeremy, we... uh...
He looked around, between guilty and helpless.
...are out of bread.
"You're so silly... what were you planning to do?"
Pancakes...?
"For me?"
Of course not, I made them for the fifty other people living here.
Embarrassed Marion picked up the empty boxes surrounding him and threw them in the trash. His sarcastic response made it only worse, didn't it?
I miss my thumbs.
"Yeah, they are pretty useful! I once seen a documentary about thumbs!"
That's... sad.
"Hey, at least I've learned a lot!" Jeremy was almost glowing as he heard his friend laugh. It was almost as rare as Mike's and at least double as sweet. Mike had the bad habit of laughing at people instead of with them.
Marion's laugh was sweet and shy, obviously not meant to, but slipping out anyway. The way he was always hiding his face, or at least his mouth just sealed the deal on making Jeremy craving to get him to laugh.
I admire you. Maybe one day, I also could be so knowledgeable about thumbs.
"I could teach you! First fact about thumbs! They are most likely the most important reason we even managed to evolve this far!"
The machine placed itself on top of the refrigerator, the only clean place left and listened between amused and actually interested, while the young man worked on getting the place clean again. After a while the Puppet began again with trying to make something edible for his human companion. This time it was more successful as he followed Jeremy's instructions.
Not even ten minutes later they sat down on the kitchen table, steaming hot pancakes, drowned in syrup in front of them. Jeremy took a deep breath, just taking the smell in.
"Ah... I love Freddy's, but I love staying home with you just as much! I love being alive!"
This boy was a real morning person. And a real pancake person. And a real good spirit all in all. Hungry he was chomping down on his overly sugary breakfast as a little bit of maple syrup dropped over his chin.
Affectionate Marionette watched Jeremy getting more and more excited over every bite. In only five minutes all of them were decimated and Jeremy sighed happy.
"Nothing better than sweets for breakfast! Thank you, Marion!"
I basically did nothing.
"No, you made them for me! I could taste your love in every bite!"
Stop... Stop saying such weird things...
"Weird?" Chuckling he watched the giant figure trying to hide away in itself out of awkwardness. "Okay, fine, let's talk about our plan! I got a Santa beard and hat! Do you want to wear it?"
Sounds okay...?
"YES!" Satisfied Jeremy fist-pumped and twirled around. "You'll look lovely! I made it myself!"
You can sew?
"My sister taught me! Here, let me get it, in case it needs some improvements..." Proud the boy dressed him up, carefully to not slip the hat over his eyes. "It doesn't scratch, does it?"
Jeremy... I'm not...
The animatronic couldn't bring himself to admit that most soft touches (and most of the violent) didn't register, even if he was holding the opinion that at this should be obvious. Well... that wasn't the truth, he had control over his own body and could decide between feeling and not feeling due to his control over his soul and detachment from his own physically, painful at times, but usually not too bad to decide against it... ah, this was getting too convoluted.
No. It doesn't scratch.
Brimming with pride, the boy got himself a small bow tie made out of gift wrapper. "Now I only need my fancy vest and we are ready to go!"
But... it's only ten o'clock.
"Oh... right... when was our appointment again?"
At five.
"Oh..." Deflating on the spot, Jeremy pondered for a while. "I guess we could go out and play!"
It's raining like crazy. It most likely would break all of my circuits.
"Man, that's sad... but no fear! Anime is here to save the day!"
Anime...?
"Don't you know what that is? It's... uh... a very cool animation style... coming from japan! Right now there's a new fantasy/sci-fi-anime coming out that I was dying to watch! It's about a machine in the far future, gaining self-awareness, out of a reason no one understands, and after meeting- ... uh... that would be a spoiler now..."
Before we start that, shouldn't we buy some groceries...?
"I have enough! I mean, we still have chips and chocolate and some-"
Jeremy, that is unhealthy.
Pouting the human crossed his arms. "I'm an adult, I decide what I eat!"
Annoyed the puppet rolled his eyes and picked him up by the sweater, to place him in front of the door.
Go out and buy yourself something healthy.
"But it's rainy! I don't want to go alone!"
How do you live on your own...?
"Perfectly well! There's nothing wrong with eating junk food for a week!"
Yes there is!
"You're not my mom!"
For Christ's sake! Okay, you won, I will come with you. Is your bag at least waterproof?
"I'm not sure... wait! I still have another coat!"
Jeremy, I'm around twice as big with you and my limbs are freakishly long-
"Here, try it on!"
Are you even listening to me?
Quickly the young man helped him into the bright green coat and even managed to flip the hood over his head.
"Looks great!" Giving a giant thumbs up, Jeremy got his own jacket and umbrella ready. "Time to go!"
Why do you ridicule me like that?
Snickering the boy looked at the oversized being in the small jacket that barely covered half the body, but somehow could cover the head. The jacket was perfectly too small and wide at the same time, making it appear cartoonish.
"I said you look great! And you're inside of the backpack anyway, so don't be so scared!"
Grumbling the animatronic climbed into his little space.
You better hurry. I don't feel like freezing for the next hour.
Humming Jeremy shouldered his friend and opened the door, before shortly freezing as the telephone was ringing. Hesitating he slowly checked the phone. After seeing the displayed number, he ran out as quickly as possible, slamming the door behind him almost violently. Confused Marion peeked out of his spot.
Are you alright? Who was it?
"Just my father. We have to hurry, on Saturdays the stores close so early..."
You quite often turn his calls down...
"Well... I'm pretty busy..."
Do you want to talk about it?
Feeling the distress inside of his friend's heart, Marion softly rubbed his shoulders as an inept try at comforting him.
"My father... is a very emotional man. Christmas has to be spend with the family, or at least I should lock myself all day. I don't want to listen to him anymore. I don't want to be ashamed for wanting to play on Christmas anymore. I don't want to. And YES, I KNOW, I should be grateful for having a father. I am, believe me, I am, I'm just... just... this time. One Christmas where I won't be told how sinful I am for laughing at a friendly joke."
He sounds very strict... there is nothing wrong with enjoying a holiday.
With a sarcastic laugh, so bitter, so uncharacteristic, it made the animatronic jolt away shortly, the guy shook his head. "Oh, my father could disagree. He has a million arguments against it and with every time you only blink disagreeing, they will triple. Everyone around you is playing outside, while you are on your knees half a day, the other half being filled with rambles about "unchristian practices". I am tired. Your religion is supposed to be a guide to happiness and a better life... you know?"
I... actually don't. I never learned that much about religion.
"That's no problem. As long as you feel fulfilled in life, I guess."
Your father is a bad man.
"No he isn't... of course not. He wants the best for me. Mother too, but she's a lot softer. I know they want to help me, I just... sometimes you need to decide for yourself and feel free to enjoy this live, instead of focusing on what comes after. As long as no one gets hurt!"
Marion stayed silent, sensing that Jeremy wanted to be for himself for a while.
They wandered through the cold streets, grey mixing with grey as you soon couldn't distinguish between sky and pavement anymore. The fact that everything in the sky was mirrored inside the countless puddles on the ground didn't help either.
There was almost no one on the streets, but here and there came a car along to disturb the silence violently for a moment, just to immediately become silent again after passing the next corner.
Glowing brightly in the distance, the store appeared, friendly, warm and welcoming. Sighing relieved Jeremy shook the water off of him and began to look for whatever he was supposed to get.
After filling his bags with whatever his companion told him to, he left as fast as possible, talking non-stop over the series he wanted to watch and comparing what he read about it with the other anime he watched in the past. The animatronic gave his best to be a good conversation partner, even if half of the terms were gibberish to him.
With his returned excitement, the world already didn't appear all that grey anymore. The sky had regained its brighter color again, looking now rather like fluffy sheep. The rain had stopped and now t was playing with its light, changing all the time.
Changing. Changing all the time...
"Hey, Marion, are you feeling okay?"
Oh, sorry, were I unresponsive?
"Yeah, you spaced out..."
I just relaxing, don't worry...
They passed the more normal part of the town and entered into the rather desolated part where Jeremy lived.
Maybe we should hurry a bit...?
"But why?"
You're carrying quite a lot and... well, that's quite an easy target you make...
"As if someone would do that to a boy like me! It's not like there is THAT much crime going on... OH, OH! HERE! OLD SPORT TOLD ME A JOKE!"
Oh no, please. What did he do?
"What do you call a snack that gets sold in the hood? A SNIGGERS!"
This... I don't actually know if that's okay. I will have to... TALK with Old Sport about that.
"Yeah, he will surely tell you some too if you ask him!"
Can I... leave shortly? It stopped raining...
Jeremy shortly paused, but shrugged his shoulders. "I don't see anyone, so fine! I wouldn't like being stuck all the time either!"
Swiftly the robot wriggled itself free and hid inside the plenty shadows that the building casted.
Thankfully there wasn't anybody out right now.
Could have become quite messy otherwise.
They rejoined at the door, where the well-behaved monster reclaimed his spot inside of the bag, just to basically jump out of it as soon as the door to the flat was opened.
Finally! This took way to long!
"I agree!" Laughing his friend unpacked the groceries. "Marion, activate the television, would you?"
I'm on it!
After five minutes and a activating of the alarm to tell when it's time to go, they cuddled themselves together on the coach and watched with giant eyes the adventures of a malfunctioning machine in a not-so-cruel and not-so-lonely universe, filled with oddities.
They didn't even noticed the light slowly vanishing behind the horizon, until the alarm-clock violently woke them from the fever dream that was the other universe.
"Oh GOD why do we have to go NOW?!"
ARGGGH! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE CHEERY, WHEN THE PRINCESS REINILIA HAS TO TAME THE DRAGON?! WHAT IF THREE-TWO-NINE IS ACTUALLY BUILD TO DESTROY THE ANCIENT RACE?!
"WHAT?! HOW DID YOU GET THAT IDEA?!"
EPISODE FIVE, WHEN HE THE FIRST TIME LEARNS THAT HE IS ACTUALLY NOT A PROTOTYPE! I MEAN, WHAT ELSE COULD THE INCONSISTENT STRUCTURE OF HIS PROCESSOR MEAN IF IT ISN'T A MISTAKE?!
"NO WAY! THAT CAN'T BE! SO YOU SAY THAT PART OF EPISODE THREE AND SEVEN WERE ACTUALLY NOT REAL?!"
OF COURSE, IT WAS THE POINT WHERE HIS OVERDRIVE KICKED IN! THAT'S WHY WE NEVER SEE THAT CHARACTER AGAIN!
"NOOOOO! SHE CAN'T BE DEAD! SHE WAS THE SISTER OF THE CREATOR, WASN'T SHE?!"
No, she LIED!
They didn't stop screaming at each other until close before they reached the hospital. Forcing themselves to calm down, they put on their costumes, before being greeted by the staff.
"Ah, you're... from Freddy's, right...?" The nurse didn't really appeared relaxed as she checked the boy in front of her out. Sighing she shook her head. "They wait in the playroom, please... just don't break anything..."
"Why would we ever do that?"
"We?"
"Yes, me and Marion!"
Silent the woman gave him another long look and just turned away. "Right... the animatronic... You have two hours until they have to return to their rooms. Use that time wisely and make them happy."
"Of course, Madame! You can count on us!" Smiling confidently, the young Guard nodded and walked towards the mentioned room, colorful signs leading the way.
As they entered, chaos overflowed them. Children were everywhere, some hunting each other, some sitting around looking pale. All of them turned towards the adult as he stepped in, whispering to each other.
Suddenly panic got a hold of Jeremy. He didn't expected so many...
"U-uh... h-hello children! A-are you ready f-for your p-pre-Christmas present... f-from Santa's nice helper?"
The silence was weighing heavy. But all of a sudden they broke out into chaos.
"PRESENTS!"
"SANTA!"
"CHRISTMAS!"
Even the rather tired looking kids began smiling.
"WHERE IS SANTA'S HELPER?!"
"I WANT MY PRESENT FIRST!"
Overwhelmed Jeremy was shoved away from the bag that contained the presents. Thankfully though, the Marionette rose out of it, making the children scream (out of happiness, surely) and jump away.
Respectful they kept their distance, almost hiding behind the furniture. Trying to regain a little control over the situation, Jeremy picked up the list Mr. Phone Guy gave him.
"O-okay, here children, Santa gave us a list for all of you! I will call out your name and you can go up to my friend here and get your wish granted!"
He called out the first name on the list and watched a boy with dark hair stepping up to him, shaking like a little twig in the wind... excitement was one hell of a drug. Kindly smiling Jeremy kneeled to be on eyelevel. "So, where you a nice or naughty this year?"
"N-nice...?"
"That is good! Here, you wished for a racecar, didn't you?"
"Yes..." Hopeful, but still nervous the boy glanced at the Puppet, who wasn't too happy as well.
"Well then! Ask my friend if he has your presents!"
Quietly smiling, Jeremy watched the kid almost tumble while walking towards Marion. He remembered his own Christmas well enough.
"P-please... Santa-helper, do you have a racecar for me...?"
Yes my child. Here you go.
Friendly sounding, the machine picked the present out of the bag it was residing in, making the child's face lit up in happiness. This also made the other kids step closer again.
Satisfied the next names were worked off the list, the whole event going swimmingly-
JEREMY, JEREMY THERE WAS A SPIDER IN THIS BAG, A SPIDER, A FUCKING SPIDER, JEREMY!
Panic spread everywhere, as the animatronic clawed onto the ceiling, screeching madly. Some kids were panicked because of the spider as well, some because of the monster that looked like the lovechild of the boogieman and a haunted doll, which was now glued onto the ceiling and some were because of all the panic.
"Marion, calm down! It's j-just a little spider, no big deal-"
IT CAN JUMP, JEREMY, IT JUMPS!
"MARION, STOP FREAKING OUT! YOU'RE SCARING THE KIDS!"
Someone had ripped off the fairy lights on the tree in the corner, setting said tree accidently on fire. The alarm ringed in all their ears, worsening the situation even more.
"MARION, GET THE CHILDREN OUT OF HERE!"
WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M DOING?!
"STILL SCREAMING OVER A LITTLE SPIDER!"
JEREMY! RATHER HELP ME INSTEAD OF BITCHING!
"IT'S CALLED COMPLAINING AND I'M NOT! NOW HURRY!" Jeremy rushed out the kids that could run by themselves and ensured that no kid was getting stepped over. Marion picked up the kids who couldn't walk by themselves and quickly throwing the out of the window (where conveniently a life net had already been placed, otherwise this would have gotten pretty dark), just as the next piece of furniture was catching fire.
They finally got the kids out, thankfully, as the Puppet was slowly was getting dizzy. The thick smoke filled the whole room by now. Why was he getting dizzy? He wasn't even breathing... Jeremy seemed to feel the same way. "Marion... we have to get out of here..."
I agree, hold my hand, I can still see the exit!
Finally outside again, even managing to safe their bags with the presents. Children were surrounding them, actually laughing.
"I wished for this! Thank you Santa-helper!" A small girl hugged the Puppet tightly.
"Yeah, this was cool!" Between coughing and laughing, a boy in a wheelchair gave a thumbs-up.
"Can we do that next year again?" Some other girl with short hair jumped around, completely overhyped.
"Are the presents okay...?" Many murmurs agreed with the importance of that possibility.
You children... just survived a fire and all you care about are the presents?!
"YES!"
Consumerism always wins.
Jeremy chuckled. "I'm happy they aren't scarred by this... okay, let's go on with the list! Laura! There's a lovely doll waiting for you!"
She screamed in delight and hugged first the object, secondly the Guard. The Puppet was petted shortly.
Sometime after they finished and were only entertaining the kids that weren't engrossed by the beautiful flames, the boy in the wheelchair came up to them. Nervously he pulled on his color pallet he had received as gift, differing between becoming red and pale. After two minutes Marion finally had enough.
What is it?
"S-sir... I... if you don't mind I'd like to c-change my present..."
Why?
"I'd... Please, sir, can you can fly, I saw it... can you make me fly? It doesn't need to be for long a-and you can have your first present back! I just... I really want to get out of this chair..."
Surprised Jeremy joined the conversation. "No, you don't need to give your gift back! Of course Marion will help you, right?"
"M-marion? A nice name..."
I can't just fly around-
"Please Mister Marion! Please!" Begging the boy clutched his colors closer. "I'd do anything!"
Now both humans were giving him a pleading look. Defeated the animatronic checked around.
Alright. What is your name?
"My name is Leo, sir."
Leo. Nice. Where do you want to fly?
"M-my home, if that is f-fine..."
But your parents won't be there. They are probably on their way over here to check on you, after hearing of the fire.
"Really? Oh... t-that makes sense... then I'd just like to fly. Please..."
Jeremy, keep an eye out, so no one sees us.
"Yessir!"
Let's go Leo. Time to see the world from above.
Glad Jeremy watched his friend picking up the kid, who was laughing, enjoying the thrill of the cold air in his face and the glowing light below him. The Guard was proud to call the animatronic his friend. Even if he just almost burned down the whole hospital.
After an hour they decided to leave. Parents smiled at him while he was walking past them, apparently being told by their kids how awesome and nice the day was. Again and again some walked up to them and thanked them for saving their kids out of the fire and keeping them calm. As long as no one noticed that it was their fault that the whole situation even developed, they might even get a bit of positive reputation!
"Either we will see in the newspaper tomorrow that two brave employees of Freddy's saved children out of a fire... or I will be fired." His smile was between panicked and joking.
Don't worry, you won't be fired. I will make sure of that. After all, if your boss makes problems, we can easily replace him...
"Are you serious? For heaven's sake, Marion! You can't frame Mr. Phone Guy for something! Or whatever your plan is right now! If Mr. Phone Guy decides to fire me, I deserve it and he is just doing his job! If I harm the franchise, I have to carry the consequences!" The poor boy got more and more upset. "If I think about it, I probably should tell him about the fire myself. He should be aware that I'm too irresponsible to take care of kids-"
Jeremy, he knows.
"What? Are you making fun of me...?"
No, I am completely serious! How probable is it for a hospital to burn down? Not very, but now that we visited, it's completely destroyed. Well, not completely, but you get the point. The Phone Guy is smart, he may even could have predicted this to happen, but he still chose to let us go. Now, I will tell you a little secret. Once you were accepted as employee, you became part of a deal: You won't get punished for your faults, if you don't let yourself be caught. Even if it is obvious you were at fault. As long as no one PROOFS it, no one will take action.
"Really? That sounds... weird."
How else could you explain that Mike never gets disciplined for screaming at the customers? Because Phone Guy conveniently becomes deaf in that time.
"Hm... fine. Are you sure he knows what we did?"
Yes. Don't worry Jeremy, Phone Guy does trust us, but still knows we aren't perfect. As long as you don't tell him to his face what you did, essentially forcing him to take action, he will forgive you.
"He is a really nice boss. I was scared of my first job before, but as soon as we began talking, I knew it would be fine!"
Giggling the young Guard told the Puppet some anecdotes of stories he got told by his parents and what Phone Guy managed to prove and to subvert.
The way home was peaceful.
Since it was a beautiful, lonely night, Jeremy and Marionette agreed that there wasn't too much risk in walking side by side... or rather floating and walking side by side. Seemingly not noticing what he was doing, Jeremy grabbed his hand and sighed happy.
"This was great! But I didn't knew you hated spiders..."
They are so icky! Do you even know how it is to have one of them INSIDE of you?! Argh... I don't even want to think about it... the memories are bad enough...
Nodding in agreement, the small guy tightened his grip and smiled at him. "I guess I will have to protect you from that then! You can count on me!"
When we're home, can we keep watching?!
"WHAT ARE YOU EVEN THINKING? It's going to be an anime-night! And since tomorrow is Sunday, we won't even regret it that much!"
Sh... I think there was something...
"Maybe a squirrel?"
I... I will be right back. Just keep walking, I will be back in a minute...
"Don't get yourself in trouble, okay...?" The real fear in Jeremy's voice suddenly activated a weird feeling in the Marionette's chest. A feeling he couldn't place. Almost as if something was pounding in there. But that wasn't possible.
Y-yes. I won't need long.
From shadow to shadow the figure skipped, trying to follow the peculiar noise that reminded him of breathing. Ah, bingo, there he was.
He couldn't really see what kind of person it was, but the Marionette didn't like the vibes of the man. Either he was high or very terrified, in both cases a danger. Shivering and clutching something in his pocket, he again and again peeked around the corners. It was almost midnight, another event, the fire at the hospital had probably caught most attention of the authorities... this wasn't anything he was willing to risk.
In a swift movement, he clawed into his throat and LET THE BODY HIT THE FLOOR!
Wow, it had been a while since he did this the last time. Usually they came together and stuffed the body, in hopes Fredbear would give them another...
Snarling the Puppet shook his body as he thought of the Orange Guy. How much he hated him. Maybe even more than William.
Anger was disturbing his stream of thought, making his mind disjointed and jumbled. Again and again he teared his corpse in front of him apart, just to abruptly stop and stare blankly down at himself.
Blood was so warm... and disgustingly sticky. Jeremy wouldn't touch his hands like these.
But he knew you couldn't see it after washing it off.
No one could see it.
But some knew it anyway.
Sluggish he dragged himself towards the next puddle, carefully drenching his claws, watching the fairly clean water darken with every passing second.
What if the man was sick? And needed help? Didn't had a home? And was freezing? What if he was just another human? A scared and alone?
Fascinated he enjoyed those thoughts that were Jeremy through and through. As if he had absorbed a part of his friend. Friendship was nice.
"Marion?" The human's voice sounded from the distance. Goddammit.
In a flash he joined his side as they entered their home again, Jeremy slightly shrieking as he noticed that his friend was this wet. "What happened?!"
I fell.
"Oh no! Did it hurt?!"
A little...
"Are you freezing?! Let me activate the heater, then I'll get the hot chocolate- Oh, wait, you don't drink... uh... I'll get the hot chocolate, you hold it to get warm and I'll drink from it!"
Chuckling slightly, Marion nodded.
Sounds wonderful. As long as that won't prolong our ANIME NIGHT!
"OF COURSE NOT! GET THE TV READY! I'LL BE THERE IN A MINUTE! I TELL YOU, THREE-TWO-NINE IS NOT THE VILLIAN!"
I TELL YOU, HE IS THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN BE!
Their discussion was immediately stopped, as they put on the next episode, once more snuggled next to each other. Or rather, as soon as the tension started to rise, on top of each other, since Jeremy was using him as a mixture out of pillow and Teddy bear, hiding his face whenever the main character got in trouble and squeezing him when it became dangerous.
Episode chased episode, until the birds began singing and sunlight crept through the windows. Not that they would notice, after all the three part final was on.
It took three more hours until finally Jeremy snapped out of his eeks and shrieks.
"DID YOU SEE HOW THEY BURNED DOWN THE MAIN PROCESSOR, BUT IN THE BACKGROUND, THERE WAS THIS ANIMAL FROM DISTRICT FOUR, OBVIOUSLY PROVING THE GOOD INTENTION OF THE SO CALLED "VILLAIN"? ACTUALLY, THE MAIN CHARACTERS WERE FOOLED INTO DOING BAD DEEDS!"
NO, HOW?! THIS SEASON WAS OBVIOUSLY NOT REAL AND RATHER HAPPENED JUST IN THREE-TWO-NINE'S HEAD! IT STARTS WITH THE STRONG CHARACTER CHANGE WITH REINILIA AND THE PLOT TWIST THAT SHE USES THE DRAGON TO FIGHT HER FATHER IS A SIMPLE METAPHOR BETWEEN THREE-TWO-NINE'S CODING AND WISHES FOR STABILITY AGAINST HIS MORALITY, USING HIS INSTINCTS! REINILIA AS OBJECT OF HIS AFFECTION AND RESPECT FITTED THE ROLE ALMOST PERFECTLY, EXCEPT THE FLAWS THAT GOT IGNORED IN HIS VISION. THIS CAN'T BE THE LAST SEASON!
"IT CAN'T BE!" Jeremy tried to jump into the air, but wobbled and actually almost tripped over, only held up by Marion's grip. "Ow... I'm dizzy... haha... shouldn't stand up so quickly..."
With a quick scan over his human friend's face (bags under the eye, pupils giant, some muscles twitching around) the animatronic shook his head and softly tugged him along back to the bedroom and shoving him into the sheets.
You need sleep. I'll take care of the mess in the living room.
"You're..." Jeremy yawned. "...the best of the best! Thanks..." And with that he was gone into a dreamland filled with dimensions and ships, crossing a sea of stars.
Smiling Marionette stroke over his hair, before facing the daunting task of cleaning. He hated cleaning before. But twenty years inside of a box was really a perspective changer. Next to the reward that he would have proven himself useful after the debacle the last morning... and afternoon... and actually the last week...
Embarrassed the Puppet sighed, hurried with the cleaning and smiled to himself.
Housing a creature that many would almost consider a demon, was bad enough, but also letting slide so many failures... without any fear?
Fear was a prominent element in his life... fear of the others. Fear of never getting home again. Fear of getting killed by him.
Days had passed in darkness, nights not much difference. Kids had stopped visiting and so all day was devoured by getting out, getting out, GETTING OUT. Now, finally, the burning inside of him was quenched, not by blood, not by violence, no, by soft smiles. By touches and laughs. By games and cooking.
By being away from Freddy's.
By being with Jeremy.
Once again he felt it... the pounding.
As if he had a heart.
Or was he malfunctioning? Could be possible, he didn't really remembered how a heartbeat was working...
Devastated by memories, too old to bring back into the light, Marion sneaked into bed next to his human, desperate to keep himself from breaking down again.
Clinging close the Marionette listed to his breathing.
In and out.
In and out.
Warm and soft.
In the end, he hadn't changed a lot.
But maybe... just maybe this wasn't weakness. Maybe it was humanity.
Stop messing around, it was both unneeded.
Jeremy mumbled something and rolled onto him.
And made Marion decided.
Save him. Protect him.
But don't let him make you weak.
The greater good needed to be paid attention to, the children have to be freed and the murderer has to be killed. But protecting the innocent as long as possible shouldn't be too much of a feat, right?!
Freddy couldn't ruin EVERYTHING that was nice, RIGHT?!
Nah.
The Puppet leaned his cold mask onto the warm face of the human. This would keep the nightmares away.
Sleep well Jeremy.

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A/N:
You would expect me to know what the heck I'm doing, after all I offered it, but I was ripped apart between writing it as part of the story and writing something that could stand on its own...
In the end it became more part of the story and so I just decided to release it in here.
Again, I put quite the effort into this, working and rewriting again and again parts and pieces.

If you're happy with what I did then... MERRY CHRISTMAS! THANK YOU FOR BEING THERE SINCE CHAPTER 4 (Technically three, but whatever!)