My Darling Puppet (Marionette x Reader)

You're It

(A/n: this chapter may contain some feels and/or morbid discussion. Please read at your own risk. *love pats head*)

Marion's POV

I quietly slipped into the guards office, still slightly distracted by memories of the past. It was odd, suddenly being able to recall events that happened prior to my death. Especially ones that included them. A faint smile touched my face as I struggled to grasped what they look like. All I truly remember were their bright e/c eyes staring at me in wonder. They were grown, just like him, and perhaps had a family of their own. A pang of sadness washed over my chest at the mere thought,but as awful as it sounds life does go on.

"S-so, y/n... Tell me a little bit about y-yourself?"

My attention now snapped to the guards in front of me. Leaning against the doorframe I saw my puppet in y/n's hands, slowly being mended. They smirked slightly as they continued working on the puppet, their s/c hands flawlessly weaving in and out. Glancing at the clock, I realized it was Monday. Monday's usually meant no activity from the others, I sighed watching the two before me.

Your POV

"What do you wanna know, dork?"

That sounded a lot harsher than what it meant. In all truthfulness, you meant it as a joke, but your voice failed you once again. Damn my loud mouth.

"U-uh...like uh what's your family like?"

The smirk you once had faded as you fidgeted with the doll in between your hands. This was a sore subject for you. After the incident, nothing was ever the same. Neither physically nor mentally. You recalled vividly what happened.

You had just woken up from that happening. Hopefully,mummy and daddy would be there to comfort me,you whimpered. An unfortunate sight welcomed your awakening, quickly dashing any hope of comfort. Your father and mother were having an all out fight at the foot of your hospital bed. He held your mother in a choke hold, holding her against the wall. You wanted to cry out,however the bandaging that wrapped around your head kept you silent. All you could do was listen to the awful bickering.

"It's your fault y/n is even in here, you wretched skank!" He screamed, holding her tighter against the wall.

"Maybe if you wasn't with that slut you call a secretary and instead being home none of this would've happened!" She screeched.

"Like you're one to talk! Too busy screwing the manager to notice our son/daughter being kidnapped!"

This banter went back and forth for quite a while til an orderly came in and forcefully separated the two. By this time, the damage they done to you was done, you thought as tears poured down your face. What you didn't foresee was your parents dying in a murder/homicide a few weeks later...

"Y/n?"

You shook yourself and plastered on a soft smile,staring at the nightguard. He quietly fidgeted, tugging his sleeves down. Obviously he wanted an answer. Quietly you sat down what you were working on.

"I-I have no family." you started, rubbing the scars under your chin, "My mother killed my father in a fit of rage after the incident, and soon after killed herself. I bounced from foster home to foster home, eventually aging out of the system."

Jeremy squeaked,"Oh g-god, y/n! I'm so sorry!"

"Eh, it's ok, kiddo. Shit happens. Especially around me."

Jeremy gave you a heartbroken look as you picked up the puppet,smiling at it. The cloth felt nice under your finger tips. The job was almost done, all you needed to do was cleaning the mask. You chuckled, knowing Marion would have a shit fit if he saw the puppet. He was always one for puppets and marionettes.Jeremy saw your smiling face, one touching his own.

"Hey, y/n?"

"Yeah,Jeremy?"

"Why did you choose to work here? Why haven't you quit? Knowing that-"

"That the animatronics can kill you?" Your smile softened, "It's because I lost a friend a long time ago. We loved this place so much.And childish as this will sound,we never got to finish our game of tag."

"What happened?"

You leaned back in the chair, wiping off the mask. As you done so, you recalled the events leading up to Marion's death. The games you two used to play,primarily tag. How your neglectful parents left you two there frequently.The bond that grew between you two.You swallowed a lump that was forming in your throat,steadying yourself. Then you recalled his disappearance and how they never found him. You left out how he died, primarily because you didn't want to open up the old wound. Literally.

"What was his name, this friend of yours?" Jeremy sniffled,wiping tears away.

You looked up, your e/c eyes sparkling, "Marion."

Marion's POV

"What was his name, this friend of yours?"

"Marion."

My eyes widened, my jaw falling slack. It couldn't be! This was unfathomable! Yet here they sat there, clear as day!My dear friend sat there right in front of me. Tears threatened pour down as I quickly covered my mouth.

After all this time, they hadn't forgot me!

I knew y/n looked familiar when I first saw them against the box. Now I know why! Y/n, sweet y/n, came back for me. For me. A couple tears slipped down as it became apparent what their life was like after my death.

Y/n had adored their parents,even when they bickered. For them to abandon them must have took a toll on them. Then one had to account for the injuries that occurred during that incident and the repercussions following.

Yet here I was bitching about being murdered. Sheesh. A bright smile touched my face as I quietly made my way over to y/n. I know they couldn't see me, which was fine. I just needed to be near my old friend.

Upon closer inspection, I saw why it was hard for me to recognize them. Y/n's once brilliant e/c eyes had dulled and hardened. Their skin was paler, and even their h/c had dulled as well. My heart broke seeing them look so rugged,however I was proud. They fought their way through life, up to this point.

What makes it even sweeter is they fought for us.

Glancing down, I saw my puppet good as new. Like a child,I jumped up and down. Of course no one saw me. However,I would agree seeing a grown man jump up and down would be hilarious to see.A thought then occurred to me, a devilish smirk etching across my face.

Your POV

The rest of the shift went relatively smooth, as they sat there in a peaceful silence. Soon enough the six am bell went off and with it Jeremy scurried out of the office. You chuckled, carrying the enormous doll in your arms, unaware of the presence following you.

Quietly you made it to the prize room, puppet in tow. Using your foot,you raised the lid to the box. Slipping the puppet in, you adjusted it to sit freely in the box. With a slight chuckle, you closed the lid and turned to leave.

"Y/n..."

You whipped around, your heart stopping. Somehow the puppet was standing up, it's white pupils staring at you. Your heart pounded as it leaned forward, outstretching it's hand. You closed your eyes preparing for the worst. Adios bitchachos. Instead the worst didn't come. You felt something lightly boop your nose,causing your eyes to fly open. The marionette was still there, a playful look in its eyes.

A faintly familiar voice sung out, "You're it!"

Hello!! It seems like you met up with an old friend, eh? Anyway I'd like to apologize for the time delays in updating. I get caught up in other things and forget about writing a chapter. I sowwy. ;-; Hopefully I'll make it up to you all. Anywhoo, tag you're it!)