(Hell-o lov-elies, Marion here! So, it's time for a new chapter, and a new question. That question is, should I add a lemon to the story?? Ugh, I feel embarrassed. I know I'm WAY too young to make one ((Don't ask how old I am, I'm not telling you)) but I'm not sure if you want one or not. If you would really like one, I'll make it. I'm not saying I master in the details of...sex...but, I could try, I guess. Long Author's Note, huh? Well, I'll leave ya to it then. See ya at the end!)

(Marionette's POV)

After I had finished untying myself, I walked back into my box and tried to sleep. Yet now here I lay, wide awake and...I don't know, another feeling. It happens when I think about (y/n). I wish it would stop, it feels weird. I just hope I can get over her soon.

Every time I think about her I just...I don't know what happens. Maybe Mike could better explain this, I'll have to wait till the day after tomorrow night when it's his shift. I just hope I can hold myself together till then.

'Don't lose it Marionette, just one more day of her shift, and you'll be free. Till next week...' This'll be harder than I thought.

(Your POV)

"Ugh, liiiiife!" you slump down into a seat between Mike and Vincent, surrounded by the other guards. Vincent puts his head in his palm.

"Tell me about it," he groans back. You are all currently at a meeting at about 8 Am and are tired as fuck. The boss stares at you and rolls his eyes. The meeting will start soon.

"You know what, if you're so darn tired, go and take a few minutes to go sight seeing, in the restaurant. I promise I won't be mad, as long as you promise not to whine like little babies during the meeting." He shoos you and Vincent away and you giggle like little kids and exit the office.

"So, he said to sight see. He's right, I haven't been to everywhere in the pizzeria yet. So, where should we go?" you ask Vincent as you walk out. The restaurant won't open for another 2 hours so the pizzeria is still a little dark and very empty.

"Well, why don't we go chill with the animatrons for a while, they seem cool," you nod and chuckle at Vincent's remark, lightly nudging him. You hear a low growl from around the corner and stop smiling. Upon closer inspection, you find the puppet, glaring at you.

"Why are you here?" he says, you glare back at him.

"Um, because this is my job? And I don't want to get fired? Maybe next time you should consider those facts before you try to get them straight." Vincent "OHHH's" and you smirk, crossing your arms. The puppet huffs.

"Is Mike here?" he asks, completely disregarding your words as if you hadn't said them. You nod and roll your eyes, pointing to the office. The puppet nods and walks toward it.

"Let's go talk to the others, that one is just a douche." You start to walk toward the stage again. Vincent slowly follows, looking back at the puppet before it disappears into the office.

"He looked really concerned, are you sure it's okay to be that mean to him?" Vincent indicates toward the black and white puppet and you shrug and nod.

"And anyway, since when did you start caring? Mister 'I killed 6 children just for the sake of killing'?" you mock. Vincent furrows his brows.

"Hey, you promised not to talk about that anymore. And someone has to do the caring around here, and you guys just leave Jeremy and I to do all the work, Miss 'I'm pissed off at the world just like Mr.Schmidt, my hero'." You glare at Vincent and he glares back. You then smirk at him.

"That was a nice one, Mr.Violet, I never knew you had it in you. Then again, no one else knew you were secretly a murderer so," Vincent blushes as you say this and immediately shuts up. You softly chuckle and rub his back. "It's okay, we're just having fun. I mean, we are friends after all."

(Marionette's POV)

I look around the corner of the office and see Mike sitting at a table, talking to some other people. I make a low "psst" sound and attract Jeremy's attention. Unfortunately, he completely freaks out.

"Ahh! M-Mike! W-what is th-that?!" he grabs Mike's shoulder. Mike looks up and his eyes widen. I roll my eyes in annoyance and soon Mike recognizes me. I motion for him to come over. Mike looks back at Jeremy, nodding so Jeremy knows it's okay.

Jeremy looks back at me, blushes, and nervously smiles and waves. I wave at him as well, he has always been the fragile one of the group.

"Ahum, is there something I should be looking at as well?" the boss whisper-yells at the two. They stop smiling and straighten up, but not before Mike pushes back his chair and stands up.

"Boss, may I be excused? Someone wants to talk to me for a second," he asks. The boss silently nods and Mike walks toward the door. I start to lead him to the prize corner.

"Okay, what's up?" he asks when we get there. I twiddle my thumbs, is this a good idea? I mean, if I tell him, he could find out about what I think about (y/n). What if he tells her? What if she likes me back?! But I don't even like her, do I...?

I look back at Mike, realizing I haven't said anything for the past few seconds now. I slightly blush and clear my throat. I take a deep breath.

"Well, u-um, Mike, y-you know a lot about the...m-male h-human body, right?" I blush more. Mike's eyebrows shoot up and I turn into a red tomato...that's on fire. He slowly and hesitantly nods and I gulp. I have to continue, don't I. "W-well, um...uh...never mind, this is stupid." I turn to walk into my box when I feel a hand close over my wrist, holding me back.

"Marion, it's okay if something's wrong. You don't have to be afraid to tell me. We are friends after all." Mike slowly brings me to sit in front of him on the floor. I blush more and realize I'm sweaty like I had just run a marathon.

"Um...well," I rub the back of my head. How the hell am I gonna say this? 'This was a BAD idea! Now he won't let you leave!! Think Marion, how to get through this.' S-should I just tell him? Maybe... Mike is waiting for an answer. I take another deep breath, it's now or never...

(Your POV)

You and Vincent chat with the other animatronics for a while. You even converse with BB for a while before he smashes your phone against a wall and laughs his annoying laugh, running away. So now you're in a bad mood but, luckily, Vincent is there to cheer you up. So, apparently, is Fred.

"It's okay, (y/n), I'll buy you a new phone, promise." Vincent takes your hand and rubs his thumb over it, making you smile a bit.

"Why buy one, when you can just make one!" Fred pops out and grabs Vincent's shoulder. You think Fred is over you now, which is good. There wouldn't be a good ending to a human dating a robot.

"That's weird, because in this book, you're supposed to be dating a robot." Marion Marionette, who is typing away at her computer, says out of nowhere.

"STOP BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL!" everyone yells at her. She nervously smiles and slowly backs away, still typing madly on her computer. You all sigh and calm down, everyone going back to their rightful places in the scene. Now, where were we? Oh yeah!

"What do you mean?" Vincent looks over his shoulder at Fred, who is smiling madly.

"I mean, I can teach you how to program and put together a new phone to impress your best lady friend," Fred wiggles his eyebrows as Vincent blushes madly and sweats like he just got out of a pool. You blush as well and giggle. (Congrats reader, for the first time in forever, you sound like an actual girl!)

"I-I guess that wouldn't be so bad, and I can customize it especially for (y/n). Yeah, I think I'll do it!" Vincent says encouragingly and first pumps the air. You giggle again and cover your mouth. Now you're starting to disgust yourself, you usually laugh like a chipmunk.

"That'd be nice, thank you. And who knows," you start to walk your fingers up Vincent's arm, "you might actually just impress your 'best lady friend'." Vincent shivers, trying not to smile, and you chuckle. (Oh how naughty. Bad reader! XD)

Then you hear the boss call for you again, looks like fun time is over.

(Marionette's POV)

After I finish talking, Mike just kinda stares at me. I'm not sure if he's speechless, is too embarrassed to say what's on his mind, or he just stopped listening half way through. Apparently it's none of those things because he soon puts his hand on his mouth, smiling, and tears start streaming out his eyes. He was trying not to laugh -_-

"I'm sorry If I'm being rude, Mari. It's just, how old did you say you were?" he asks after he finally pulls himself together. I think for a while.

"I'm not exactly sure...somewhere between 20 and...maybe 25?" Mike sighs.

"Okay good, thought there was going to be some age issues between you and (y/n). She's 20. Anyway, I have to go, boss is calling me back." Mike gets up to leave and I stare after him. Before he goes, however, he stops one more time to speak, "Marion, what you just described to me...is being sexually aroused. That's all I'll say."

He leaves to the office again, "Ciao!" and he disappears. I slowly lay down on the floor and stare into nothingness. I don't know what I feel right now. Sadness...happiness...failure.......want.

So I guess I'll just sit here. Waiting for the perfect feeling to come around.

~waiting

~~still waiting

~~~

~~~~!

Aha, I've found it!

"FUCK!" I scream

(XD man, I make the worst stories. Anyway, hope you enjoyed. Not much to say, other than this is rated m for mature so you shouldn't have been surprised reading this. I kinda feel dirty writing crap like this, I barely even curse in real life, let alone talk about sex. But I pour all my thoughts to my readers, so I guess it's okay. Well, I'll see ya in the next chapter! Bye lov-elies!!)

((P.S. sorry it was short, it's late. But I'll try to update quicker next time. So, since it's night time, I bid you adue. Don't let the Night Blights bite! -Marion Marionette, secretly an insomniac.))