Vincent POV

I almost have her. Looks like this will be easier than I thought. I was sitting in my computer room, researching and planning out my plan. That's when I heard something shatter in the kitchen area. I got up, grabbed my gun, and slowly made my way to the kitchen. I slammed the kitchen door open, immediatedly aiming inside. It was pitch black. Why the hell did I not leave the lights on? I slowly made my way to the light switches,turned them on, and tried to get my eyes adjusted to the bright lights. I turn around away from the switches, when I heard someone move. I aim my gun at the figure, sitting on the stool of my kitchen table. "Vince, why the hell are you tryin' to shoot an old friend?", the figure said. I gasped at the person, immediatedly putting my gun down. "Bon?", I questioned. I couldn't see her face, because it was covered by a large hat. "The one and only, darlin.", Bon said, in her country girl accent. She stood up and took off her hat, putting it on the table. I looked at her and gasped. Her face was no longer, what everyone considered...perfect. She had bags under her eyes, her makeup was a mess, and her hair was tangled. However, nothing could be worse than her scar. She had a scar that went from her forehead to the side of her face. It kind of reminded me of Chucky. "What happened to you?", I ask. "Those idiots did this to my perfect face. They took my Freddy darlin away from me!", she sobbed, collapsing on the floor. She shook violently, while tears streamed down her face. I kneeled down next to her, giving her a hug to calm her down.

Bon POV

How sweet of Vince to try to comfort me. But it won't work! My enemies took my one happiness away from me! They all deserve to die! My thoughts went to Freddy. He would be happy that I lived, but he would hate me, if I let the enemies live. That's not going to happen. Don't worry my Freddy, I will make sure that they will pay for what they did to you, to us. I gently pushed Vince away and I stood up, along with him. "So, I've heard that you are tryin to get rid of them, as well?", I asked, wiping away my tears. "Yeah, who told you?", he questioned. I smile a little. "Marionette, told me.", I answered. The kitchen door opened on cue. Speak of the devil, it's him.

Marionette POV

I haven't seen Vince since everything went from bad to worse. It's been so long. He looked at me, wide-eyed, and looked back at Bon. "Wait a minute, Bon how did you survive? The police said that you were dead from that gunshot.", Vincent asked, remembering about what happened years ago. "Thanks to me, I resurrected  her.", I said proudly. Although I was killed, death had its perks. "That explains the scar.", Vincent muttered. Bon glared at him and looked at me. "So have you found where everyone is?", she asked, putting on her hat, which blocked her entire face. I swear, why couldn't she accept herself now. I think she looks beautiful. "Yep, also I found Jeremy and Flower. They're with them.", I said, saying them, like it was a disease. Bon rolled her eyes and scoffed. "I don't care about those two idiots. I want the others dead, though.", she snapped. I pushed my black bangs away from my grey eyes, trying to get a better look at Bon. It was no use. Her hat was blocking her beauty. "What about Roselina?", Vince said. Me and Bon looked at him, confused. Vincent then explained who Roselina was.

Bon POV

So "Roselina" is the daughter of  Chase and Roxy, huh. How would they like it, if I took their "happiness" away? They would feel miserable and depressed. Just like me. "Kill her.", I simply said. Both boys said in unison "What!?" I looked coldly at them for a second. "I said, kill her.", I calmly repeated, before walking off.

That's right. Bon is alive! The marionette is in this book, and is a bad guy. He also has a crush on Bon. How are you liking the sequel so far? Remember to comment, vote, follow me, whatever you want. ♥Bye♥:)