*Dun, dun, DUUUUUUN!* I'm baaaaaack!

(Hell-o lov-elies, Marion here! That's right, I'm back. Mainly because I saw 586 READS! Like, holy fuck, what is wrong with you idiots?! Reading something I made? *scoff* As if!

No but seriously, thank you! I bless your hearts, each and everyone of you ((most likely 10)) people! I thank you angels ((and perverted angels)) from the bottom of my ((black)) heart! Thank. You. So. Effin. Much!

On a not so random side note, you ready for more MLP?! But first, a question. What would you like to see more of? Vote in the comments.

1) Smut/lemon

2) Drama

3) Blood

4) Heartbreak

5) Kawaiiness!

6) Sweetness ((not to get confused with kawaiiness))

Or 7) Backstories ((my personal favorite to write))

Or! If you'd like, I can do a Q and A. But no personal questions like "What's your address". That's just creepy and awkward for everyone...Enjoy! Also, ran out of ideas, so I just put crap together

P.S. Holy crap, there's a book called my darling puppet, which seems way too similar to my title. That's not bad, right? I feel like a copycat, this is breaking one of my morals...)

"If you sprinkle a bit of cinnamon, it adds a whole other taste sensation."

"Oh really?" you reply.

"Yup! And mixing the cinnamon batter with a hint of vanilla extract is sure to give it that extra kick it needs to start your day!" You take his advice and get the ingredients from the cabinet and put them in the batter. You mix it up and take a small taste.

"Mm!" you say out of surprise, "it's good!"

"See, I told you I know how to cook!"

You chuckle a little and turn on the stove, waiting for the pan to heat up. "Who taught you?"

"Chica, who else?"

"Wow, she's that good at cooking?" You pour oil onto the pan and slide it around, making sure it reaches all the corners.

"Yup! She was programmed with, God knows how many, cooking recipes. She was originally supposed to be a cook, but then people protested and said something about it being sexist or whatever, since the rest of the characters were boys and they had stages and not kitchens. The owners still thought it would be a good idea to let her keep the cooking abilities and let her out onto the stage. I guess in the end it paid off."

"Wow, who knew Chica had such an interesting backstory?" You're about to pour in the batter when he stops you again.

"Add some baking powder with a bit of lemon juice, that makes it the melt in your mouth type. More like cake and less like sponge cake, ya know?" You nod and run over to the fridge and to the cabinet once more to add them in. You mix it up one more time, making sure to get all the lumps out of it. You begin to pour a spoonful onto the pan.

"Got anymore interesting things about the animatronics?"

"Of course! I'm all knowing."

"I doubt it," you say under your breath.

He hears you regardless, "hey! Anyway, did you know that Golden Freddy was originally made out to be Freddy's twin brother and partner on the stage?"

"Really?" you flip one of them over as you listen. The fragrant smell of breakfast begins to fill the small kitchen.

"Mhmm! But I think after the incident with Fredbear, parents were hesitant to let their children anywhere near something that looked even remotely close to him, so the idea was cancelled and he was never fully released."

You set the finished cake down on a plate set off to the side and start to cook two more spoons of batter.

"Did you know that it was Vincent's idea to come up with Golden Freddy in the first place?" You pause for a second.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I can't remember the exact story, something about loosing his son and wanting to feel inspired again, I think it's along those lines. So he came up with an idea that reminded him of his son, and Golden Freddy was born. Until the idea was stopped, which sent Vincent into another fit of depression again. I think there was a story on the news about him leaving random suicide notes all over the pizzeria, it scared the children so Vincent had to leave for a while. Then they-"

"Woah woah woah, calm down Marionette, you're loosing me. Vincent had a son?!"

"Yeah."

"So he had a wife too?"

"Yeah, but she died during his son's birth. After Vincent's son died too, he was all alone. Kind of a sad story, I think it's one of the reasons he turned paranoid and psychotic."

You're quiet for a few moments.

"(Y/n), one of them is burning."

You look down and noticed one of them had been on the pan for too long. "Ah! Yeah, thanks." You scoop it up and place it on the plate, continuing to make the rest of the batter. "What was his name?" you say all of a sudden.

"What?"

"What was his son's name?"

"I don't know for sure, no one knows except maybe the guards, but they refuse to talk about it. All I know is that Vincent's last name used to be Glover before he changed it to Valentine. Why do you ask?"

You stare down at the currently cooking meal and are deep in thought. After a while, you say finally, "no reason." You scoop the last bit of cooked batter onto the plate and smile. You pick up the plate and turn around to face the Marionette, who is hanging upside down on a chair currently. "Who wants pancakes?"

"Me!"

(Time Skip to past midnight)

"Koopa Troopa!" Mike yells down the hallway. You roll your eyes and Fritz giggles.

"Is this what you guys do when you're working?" The Marionette asks, tapping random buttons on the tablet. "Play truth or dare?"

"Most of the time, yeah," Fritz answers, "if it's a Monday that is. You guys barely do anything on Mondays, so we usually have to find stuff to do. Truth or dare is just one of the many things we do."

"Oh? Then what else do you guys do?"

"We sometimes have orgies." Mike says with a smirk.

The Marionette's face heats up and his eyes widen as you smack Mike on the back of the head. "(Y/n) is this true? Are you not a virgin?"

"What, no!? I mean, yes, I am. But no, we don't do that crap here, he's just trying to psyche you out." You glare at Mike who is in the middle of a laughing fit.

"What? You don't?" Mike is able to calm down his laughter for a bit to answer, "Vincent, Jeremy, and I do it all the time, I guess you and Fritz are just left ou-" you grab a broom out of nowhere and bring it down hard on his head. He yelps and begins to laugh harder as you ambush him.

The Marionette tilts his head in confusion. You have some weird friends.

You sigh after you feel like you've done all you can with Mike. "On the weekends we go to each others houses and play games. Stuff like Sorry or Dance Central or Monopoly or something like that."

"Oh? Oh yeah, I remember the time we came to one. Can I come to the next one too?"

"Of course, there's no way I'm leaving you alone at my house!"

"Aww, thank- hey wait a minute!"

Mike breaks down laughing even harder than before and Fritz does the same, falling out of his chair in the process. The Marionette glares at you and you smile innocently and shrug, then chuckle a little too.

(Time Skip again)

"If I die young"

"Bury me in satin lay me down on a-" You cover your ears as Mike sings the worst of all.

"Mike," you begin, "this is a group song, the spotlight isn't only on you. Have you ever heard of the word 'unison'?"

Mike begins to laugh again and you roll your eyes and chuckle anyway.

"Now that singing is out of the way," Marionette speaks up, "let's do something that Fritz wants to do."

"Other than eat," Mike adds.

"Shut up, jackass, I'm not that chubby!" (since this is Pole-Bear's style, Fritz is actually average and not all the fat. I guess we can't call him Mr. Chub chubs anymore ;^;)

"Yeah I know, I was just teasing ya."

"Let's play Undertale!" you speak up.

"The tablet doesn't have Undertale, neither do any of us. Only Vince does," the Marionette points out. You're all quiet for a while.

"Who wants to watch porn?" Mike suddenly says. Fritz raises his hand as you drop kick Mike and the Marionette turns 50 shades of red.

"No way, you perv!"

"Hey, you might get something out of it."

"Like what? I don't masturbate!"

"Well, maybe Fritz and I could watch you and the Marionette get it o-" you dig your heel straight into his thigh, making him yelp in pain.

"In your dreams, pervert!" you stand up just as the clock strikes 6. You sigh and grab the Marionette's arm as you pull a Papyrus out the door. (It means briskly walking away. My friends and I came up with it after seeing the genocide version of when Papyrus sees Frisk with Sans. I died of laughter that day.)

"Where are we going now?" he asks as you lead him down the road. Did I mention you don't have a car? You don't have a car.

"Home, duh."

"What will we do at home?" he asks slyly.

"Sleep, duh."

I am legitimately tired right now. It is 1:10 AM and I can't do this anymore.

I'm signing out now. Stay awesome, stay healthy, stay DETERMINED, and stay lovely. Bye lov-elies!