(Heww-o wov-ewies, Mawion heyow! I don't know why I decided to say it like that, I'm just bored. Anyway, how's it goin'? Blah blah, new chapter, blah blah question, SO you're question is...who's your favorite guard? And why? I'm not just talking about in this series, I'm talking about anything anyone's ever done about any of the guards can be your reason. Tbh, mine is a tie between Vincent and Jeremy, because 1 Vincent is hot and I believe he is a good guy deep down and 2 Jeremy is adorable and that's all he needs to be ((don't judge me, I hate you))

Been watching a bunch of Cry Reads lately. Pfft, I never wanted to sleep tonight anyway. ((That last one got me though, I knew it was coming from a mile away. Watch "Autopilot" and you'll understand. If you watch it, just don't forget about Emily)) Oh well, that means more story for you lovelies :3 also, Thanksgiving break is starting Wednesday, time for a whole week and weekend of Wattpad! #excited!!)

(Your POV btw)

You wake up on Monday, having mixed emotions. You don't have to work the night shift till Wednesday. Is that bad?

You sit up on your comfortable (f/c) and white bed and look around the room. Your walls are (f/c) with (s/f/c A.K.A. second favorite color) swirls at the bottom. It kind of reminds you of (s/f/c) flames, which always make you smile.

Right next to your bed is a dresser with a mirror on it, it sometimes scares you. That was the last time you ever watched a movie titled Mirrors. (I couldn't look into a mirror for a week after watching it.)

On the bottom of your bed is a bunch of adorable Freddy's plushies. You have Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, and Golden Freddy. You just recently got the Toys as well. They stare back at you from the foot of your bed each night, but you've never been afraid of ghosts so there's no way you'd be afraid of your favorite friends as pushies. You crawl to the bottom of the bed and search for something.

You look around for the Fredbear Toy that Goldie had given you way back at the old pizzeria. Maybe during the day shift, you can sneak to the back room and have him fix it up for you. You find it and hold it close to your heart, sad that it's in this condition. You've had it for a few years and it's starting to get worn out with tares all over the stitching.

You lightly smile as you get up from the bed and head over to your dresser near it. You look at yourself in the mirror, what happened last night? How did you even get home? All you remember is waking up in the marionette's arms and then-

You gasp, remembering then and there exactly what happened last night. The marionette had...kissed you.

All this time, several months, and you thought he had hated you. You thought he would never fall for someone like you...but in the end he beat you to it without either of you knowing. You at least tried to hide your emotions, did they somehow show?

You shake your head, brushing off the thought. Of course not, it was just a coincidence. He just so happened to fall for you whilst you were doing the same. Though, he must have liked you more than you liked him. You just kind of had a crush on him, but he full out loved you...

You feel your face get hot as you come back into the reality of you just staring back at your now dark red face in the mirror. You shake your head once more as you go into the bathroom to splash water on your face.

You look back into the bathroom mirror, but out of the corner of your eye you see something move. Your eyes widen as you turn around hastily, trying to catch whatever it is in your line of sight, but you see nothing.

You get a little creeped out as you slowly walk back into your semi dark room. It's only 8 in the morning, you have to leave for work at 10. You scan around your room once more before sitting on your bed, sighing in relief. You're about to open your laptop when you're door starts to slowly open...

"NOPE! Nope nope nope nope nope nope nope," you rush over to the door and slam it shut before it fully opens. You hear a shriek, a thump, and a groan.

You slowly open the door again, shaking slightly, only to realize it's...!

"Hey beautiful, ouch, did I scare you? Good, it's kind of what I do," you narrow your eyes and throw open the door. You glare down at the marionette, ready to stomp his balls if he says anything like that again. He seems to be in a bit of pain, giving the fact that you just slammed a door in his face and made him fall straight onto his back with nothing to break the fall. But I'm sure he'll be fine.

Jerk...

"Hey!" you shout at Marion Marionette who just sweats and runs away before you get the chance to throttle her.

The marionette is confused, "wait, who is she?"

"No idea, but she seems to be always writing something on her computer...and she's almost always around."

Hey guys, no time to wonder about your dear author's true identity, let's just move on with the story before the readers attack the comments with hate.

Now, what was I writing before I was so rudely interrupted?...oh yeah.

You hold your hand out to the marionette and help him up. He smiles and thanks you, before leaning in and kissing you passionately.

As he pulls away, you stare at space with shock. The marionette just shows up at your house, scares the living shit out of you, and then he kisses you? The hell is going on?

"I just decided to stop by to see my beautiful new girlfriend, is that so wrong?" he says before he walks into the room and sits on your bed, "and no, I can't read your mind," he finishes. you stare at him, jaw partially dropped.

You decide to shrug it off and you close your door and walk into the room, sitting beside him.

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Wait...did he just say...GIRLFRIEND?!

(And then you...)

You and the marionette talked for what seemed like hours. Giggling and gazing into each others eyes, who knew a relationship with the marionette would work out so well? As time moved on, you didn't notice that he slowly started to move closer to you.

After a while you get a little bored, "Hey, Marionette, I'm bored." (wow, that was blunt XD) He smirks at your words and stares directly at you.

"You know, there's something else we could do to...pass the time," he holds your hand, making you blush a little.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh come on, I know you're not that innocent. I was just thinking we could have a little...Oh I don't know...fun?" he scoots closer to you and you turn red as a tomato.

He pushes you down on the bed and climbs on top of you, pinning your arms beside your head. He starts to kiss you and you kiss back. 'Are we really doing this?'

He starts to lightly kiss your neck, making you bite your lip to suppress a moan. You shift your body, trying not to show that you're enjoying yourself.

He slowly slips his hand up your shirt, rubbing your stomach sweetly. He begins to lick your neck, trying to find your sweet spot. You jolt a little when he does, and he smirks into your skin, beginning to bite and lick your sweet flesh. (Wow, I actually do know how to write a lemon. I'm...surprised..)

His hand slowly trails farther up your shirt making you shiver. You then hear a small voice in your head, 'This...is inappropriate.' (That small voice is the little tiny bit of innocence that is left in me)

You stop him, "um, is this a good idea?" he seems surprised. He stops biting your neck and blushes. He removes his hand, quickly jumping off of you landing on the floor with a thump.

"Oops, sorry! I don't know what came over me, sorry!" he apologizes as he sits up and stares at you on the bed from the floor. You start to giggle and walk over to where he sits.

You kiss his cheek and lean closer to whisper in his ear, "get out of my house, you perv."

He blushes and smiles, getting up. He looks down at you and brings you in for another kiss. (he's taller than you, but not that tall. More like...your head is about two inches lower than his)

He waves goodbye as he waltzes out the door. You smile at him and look at the clock, 30 more minutes till you have to go to work.

Your smile drops as you get out of your bed and rush to the bathroom, grabbing your towel and other bathroom supplies.

(So now you're late for work...)

You run down the street toward your job, it's a 10 minute walk. As you come up to the pizzeria and slow down, you feel your back get wet. 'Oh crap,' you forgot to dry your (h/l) (h/c) hair. You sigh and walk into the building, flipping on your work cap and sticking your wet hair inside.

Your shirt is buttoned up wrong, your hair is wet, your shoes are untied, and your skirt is lopsided. Could you be in a worse condition for work?

You barely even had time to put on your clothes, so you didn't eat any breakfast, so your stomach grumbles as you walk in, trying to remember who you're working with today, and trying to come up with an excuse for being late. 'Damn Mari.'

(Vincent's POV)

'This show is dumb,' I think as I stare at the hospital TV screen. I sigh, I was supposed to work today.

Let me clarify, I was supposed to work night shift today. With Jeremy and Fritz. Without me, I have no doubt in my mind those two will be killed.

Then realization hits me, they'll be fine. The animatronics are our friends, right? At least, they're their friends, I'm not so sure about me though.

I lay my head on my pillow and take deep breaths. My head and throat still hurt from last night, not to mention the fact that every time I try to move I feel sharp pain in my broken rib.

I lightly laugh to myself, despite the fact that I was almost killed, last night was still fun. Probably the only reason I thought think is because Mari and (y/n) finally got together. Looks like my plan worked. Confused?

I knew that Mari was jealous of me and (y/n), so I used this knowledge against him. He doesn't like to be stood up, you see, so I was almost certain that I could continue to bend him until he broke and confessed his feelings for (y/n) before I got the upper hand. I mean, (y/n) is cute and all, but her with the marionette is a OTP to be honest.

I smile at myself, maybe that's not how things worked out exactly, but I know I had something to do with their new found relationship. Besides, I had no intention of stealing my little brother's girl.

I mean, I'm a monster, but I'm not that much of a monster.

(And then...)

I open my eyes to the feeling of someone poking my face. As my eye sight focuses, I realize it's Scott. I groan and turn over, trying to go back to sleep.

He growls and pokes my head again. I roll over, hate in my eyes, and flick his hand away. I'm too tired to talk right now, so I ignore him and try to sleep. But he persists.

I sigh, finally after 2 minutes of this crap, and sharply ask, "ugh, what?" Scott stops poking me and stares at me. Scott isn't the one to show emotion, especially happy ones. I mean, he used to, but something happened a long time ago and now it's like we barely know him.

After a while of staring at me, not saying anything, he speaks, "Daijobudesu ka?" My eye twitches, the bilingual bastard.

"Um...hai?"

"Liar, you have no idea what I just said."

"No, no I do not."

Scott smirks, "I said 'are you alright?', as in are you feeling okay?"

"Oh, yeah I'm fine thanks. Now if you don't mind, Stewie, I would like to get some sleep." (Get the ref?)

I turn back over and close my eyes angrily. Scott doesn't leave though, I can still feel his presence. Plus I didn't hear the sound of him leaving, so don't think me weird. I mean, I know I'm weird, but not that weird.

(So Scott watches Vincent until...)

I feel another small poke on my cheek and open my eyes again, an annoyed expression on my face. Is he just trying to be an idiot? "What?!"

Scott stops abruptly and quickly retracts his hand. He clears his throat, "well, um, I'm going to be taking your place tonight, so I have all day to myself-"

"Great," I cut him off, "go spend the day at home, where you can LEAVE ME ALONE." I turn back over and cover my head with my sheets. I huff and close my eyes.

Scott is quiet for a few moments before he clears his throat again, "I see, if you really would like to be alone, I guess I won't keep you waiting," he sounds on the verge of tears. My eyes open wide as I realize this and I turn around to face him again.

His head is held low to cover his face, and he gets up to leave. He turns around as I see a tear fall from his face. I grab his arm before he has the chance to go, "Scott," I sigh, "what's the matter?"

He sniffs, "I have nothing to do, everyone is either asleep, doesn't want to hang out with me, or is at work. I thought that you would at least talk to me, but I guess no one wants to be around me at all..."

Okay, now I feel like a douche. I pull him back down into his seat and sigh, "If it really means that much to you, I guess we could-"

"REALLY!? Oh thank you thank you thank you, Vincent! You're the best!" Scott just all out fangirls all over me. As in climbing on top of my bed and jumping up and down. Not to mention the fact that his voice is now as high and cheerful as a Japanese school girl. And he's also actually smiling, which is a fifth for me to see. What's up with him?

He's acting like senpai finally noticed him...

(Scott's POV)

Senpai finally noticed me! *squeeeeeee!*

(That was dumb, even I say that was dumb, cause it was extremely dumb...*sigh* anywho...

Your POV)

You sit down at a table, now bored out of your mind and super tired. It's been like 5 hours and it's only 3. 'Only 3 more hours till it's time to close up shop, I can wait that long.' You groan again, can you really wait that long?

The day shift is never as exciting as the night shift. Sure, in the long run, the day shift was way safer, but at least in the night shift you didn't just sit at a table all day and stare at children like some kind of pedophile, you had a purpose and that purpose was to stay alive.

Mike walks over, it's just you him and Chris (the janitor) today. Jeremy and Fritz were supposed to work the night shift with Vincent but since he's in the hospital Scott is taking his place. Which leaves the three of you.

Mike sits down next to you and groans. You look over at him and start to have a conversation through facial expressions.

You look at him inquiringly.

He shrugs.

You look back at the stage, sigh, and back at him.

He then looks questioningly at the stage again.

You look at each other and smirk, nodding your heads.

(I got that idea off of a vine. But anyway, you get up and...)

You and Mike walk backstage, greeting the animatronics as you enter. Bon Bon walks up to you and gives you a fist bump, you do the same and smile.

"Man, we won't get to stay the night," you whine.

"Yeah, that sucks...but hey, that just means we need to cherish our time together today, so why don't you go talk to your boyfriend." Toy Bonnie teases. You lightly blush and roll your eyes, while everyone coos and giggles.

"Besides, we talked this morning."

"Wait," begins Mike, "when was 'this morning'? because you came in late."

You think about it for a second. 'Oh shoot, if I say he was at my house they'll think wrong.' You start to sweat, trying to come up with an excuse. "Um, uh, I mean, when it was my turn to go to the prize corner, we talked then."

"But you haven't gone to the prize corner yet," Fred points out. 'Curse you Toy Freddy!'

"Um, yeah, but..."

"Hey, Mari did say he was going somewhere this morning. Perhaps he, visited you?" Toy Chica slyly smiles and you growl at her.

You sigh, finally giving up, "Okay, fine. He did come to my house this morning, but don't think wrong," you rush, "we only talked and nothing else."

"That's how I know you're lying," Bonbon cuts in (I'm going to start spelling it like that starting now) "You did not just talk, you love each other too much to not kiss, so that means you lied, which means you could have been doing other things." he wiggles his eyebrows and you try not to hit him.

(You guys talked till they had to perform again. Time skip to 6 hours from then which is night shift. Also it's Jeremy's POV)

I walk into the pizzeria and sigh. It might be a little boring, since the animatronics won't be trying to kill us anymore. Don't get me wrong, I like living, but there's just something about being scared out of your mind and trying not to die that just gets you so...pumped.

I sit in my chair and Fritz sits beside me. Scott sits on the other side of Fritz, he's filling in for Vincent. I pick up the tablet and fiddle around with it. It's 11:45, which means waiting for 12 will practically feel like an hour.

"S-so, uh, guys? W-what are we g-going t-to do tonight?" I ask the others. They seem surprised. Fritz is the most surprised.

"What do you mean?" he asks. I twiddle my thumbs.

"W-well, um, the animatronics m-most likely w-won't try to kill us anymore. S-so then, w-what d-do we do instead?"

Scott thinks for a while, "well, the others usually just talk to them, why don't we do the same?" I tremble in my seat. 'Talk to the animatronics? He's basically just asking me to kill myself.'

"I-I'll pass," I state. Scott shrugs and as the clock chimes 12, he walks out of the office. Fritz follows him.

So they leave me in darkness, shivering like a little boy. Maybe I should follow them, I'm sure it will be safer.

'You can do this, Fitzgerald, just get out of your seat and follow them. They won't kill you so just...' I stand up slowly and creep towards the hallway. 'Almost...there...'

"Hi Jeremy," Toy Bonnie jumps out of the darkness to greet me. I yell out and run back to the desk and hide under it. I'm shaking so badly that my teeth are chattering. And I almost just peed myself...

He peeks his head over the top of the desk, hanging upside down, and looks at me concernedly. "Jeremy, are you okay? I didn't mean to scare you so much." I vigorously nod my head and fake smile, trying to get him to go away. But he just smiles and climbs all the way over the edge of the desk.

He sits in front of me and stares at me intently. I start to sweat and blush, wishing he would go away. "Um, sh-shouldn't you be p-playing with the o-others?" His eyes widen as I say this.

He holds his face with his hands and gasps. He whispers, "Oh my gosh you're so adorable." I blush more and start to shiver again. I remember (y/n) telling me how much of a fangirl he is, so who knows what he'll do to me. Soon, my questions are answered as he grabs my waist and leaves the office with me, giggling like a little girl.

"Um, p-please put me d-down, please?" I stutter. He just laughs more and adds a little more spring to his step, causing me to bounce up and down in his arms.

He turns in to the prize corner, exclaiming, "look guys, I have my very own Jeremy bear! It's like a teddy bear, but better!" he explains. I gulp as he squeezes me tightly and giggles again.

Everyone chuckles and I blush more.

Except Scott, however, who just rubs his chin. Then he asks a question, "hey, Toy Bonnie, are you, by any chance...gay?" everyone stops laughing. No one moves. There's no sound, no movement, for what seems like forever.

After a while, I feel the grip on me get tighter and water starts to drip on my head. I hear a sob come from Bonbon.

Scott's eyes widen when he realizes what he's done, "nonono, don't cry! I was just asking, it was just a question! I was just kidding!! Ha ha ha, funny jokes, right?! Just jokes, right??"

Toy Bonnie sniffs and relaxes his grip, "you were just *sniff* joking?" Scott nods vigorously and Toy Bonnie immediately stops crying. He giggles again and hugs me tighter. I struggle for breath as the marionette comes over and pries me from his hands.

He whispers in my ear, "Toy Bonnie doesn't like to be called that, please inform Scott of this information." I nod and he smiles again, ruffling my hair.

After a few hours of talking, I think I'm starting to actually get close to the Toys, they're not all that bad. Now all I have to do is just get used to the Withered...

(Vincent's POV)

"I'm leaving tomorrow, what about you?" I ask my roommate. They hold up a thumbs up and I nod, looks like we're both earning freedom tomorrow. I can't wait to see everyone again.

I've actually grown very close to the robots and guards. They're my best friends. Sometimes, I wish I could live at that pizzeria, I mean, it beats going back to my lonely apartment.

I sigh, I don't want to go to sleep tonight. Seeing the old animatronics brought back old, cold memories. Memories usually lead to nightmares, which is what I had last night. But it's okay I guess, I can put up with it.

I just hope he hasn't awaken again.

The last time he woke up was the time I almost killed all my friends. That would've been trouble because they're my only friends.

I reach over beside my bed to get some water, and I feel something small in my hands instead. I look over and see it's a small iPod. It has a sticky note on it. It's from Scott, he left not too long ago.

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Dear Vincent,

The marionette and I think you might need a little help calming down after seeing the Withered. We both just had this feeling that something might go wrong, so we came up with a nice little playlist for you to listen to. It's not exactly to calm you, more like to make you sad and feel bad, but it'll help I promise. Just listen.

Best wishes, and I hope you get better,

Scott Cawthon

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I shrug and plug in the ear buds, pressing play.

(Long chapter, woot woot! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. I know I said that things would be a little less serious, but I'm a drama queen. This might be the least serious chapter you're ever going to get.

Anyway, not much else to say except happy Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving break A.K.A. the week for Wattpad begins now!

So I'll see ya later. Stay awesome, stay healthy, and stay lovely. Bye lov-elies! -Marion Marionette, the lazy bastard who basically hates school now.

P.S. my space bar is broken so if you see any extra spaces anywhere, please don't blame me.

P.P.S I write these chapters over the length of several days, which is why I said "Wednesday" at the beginning even though it's Wednesday today.

P.P.P.S. my new favorite song: "Halloween at Freddy's" by TryHardNinja. I LOVE it. I'm also now obsessed with "Home" by NateWantsToBattle, which SPOILER is featured in Vincent's little "playlist", I have a nice idea for it, I just hope I don't lose it.)