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Ever since the night watch (Jeremy it thinks) had let it sleep in his lap, the Marionette could not stop thinking about him. During the entire day, as it gave out presents to the greedy children that had their tickets, Jeremy was stuck in it's brain. It's not like the human had done anything spectacularly nice to the Marionette, but the fact that Jeremy had let it sleep in his lap, nice and peacefully, not just for the one night, but for two nights in a row, the Marionette couldn't focus on anything. Even while it sat in the more alert night watch's lap the second time, it couldn't concentrate on the melody of his music box that played in the clunky headphones that were on it's head.

It had been a surprise when Jeremy had taken it with him to his office the second time. Surely he had watched the tape, seen the Marionette puppet move in his lap, and shut off the recorder, but apparently it didn't stop Jeremy. So it sat in his lap, trying to sleep, trying to concentrate on its lullaby, but it was only able to focus on the night guard that held him tight in his arms. Curious, and with nothing better to do, the Marionette studied it's current interest.

Messy dirty blonde locks stuck out from underneath the security hat Jeremy wore. His face held a concentrated look (obviously from searching for the other animatronics). His wire framed glasses kept slipping down his face, and every now and again Jeremy would shift them back up using his middle finger. (Sly man, trying to curse at the animatronics without saying it.) His eyes were a dull blue color, and he had a slightly pointed nose. When it got to Jeremy's mouth, who had thin lips, Jeremy looked down at the Marionette. The Marionette quickly looked elsewhere, not that Jeremy would have known.

Curses, the night watch must have felt him staring.

The rest of the night watches fourth night was uneventful. He managed to survive the rest of the animatronic crew, and at 6 Jeremy pulled the headphones off of the Marionette and ran it back to the prize corner, and placed it in the box. Before he left the Marionette, Jeremy looked at it with an expression the Marionette couldn't identify, shook his head, and closed the box.

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It was 11:50 PM, and the Marionette was currently snooping around the security office. The only person who remained was the last day shift security guard, who was waiting in front of the pizzeria, waiting to give Jeremey the keys and leave, so the Marionette knew it wouldn't be caught. Going over to the desk, the Marionette noticed something laying neatly folded on the chair. Picking it up, it found that it was Jeremy's security jacket. Something stirred in the Marionette's chest cavity, and it could swear it could feel...happy?

Pulling the jacket closer to itself, the Marionette let out a low noise, and, if it could, imagined it would have been red in it's face.

"Hey there Mari-Mari-Marionette, what are you doing here?"

Turning around, the Marionette relaxed and glared as he looked over to see Toy Chica standing in the doorway. It hated the duck, what with her barely doing anything besides eating pizza and being a complete waste of space. Ever since Toy Chica has broken it's music box back when the restaurant first opened, stating that the "lame noise bothered her" the two had never seen eye to eye.

"You shouldn't be in her Mari-Mari-Marionette! You could get caught, and then who knows what they'd do to you!" Toy Chica said sarcastically, repeating the nickname it gave the Marionette, knowing fully well that it hated when she called it that. "Oh, what are you holding? Is that your precious night gaurd's jacket? You know, you looked really happy in his lap these past two nights..."

The Marionette stiffened at the mention of Jeremy, and glared even harder at the stupid duck. He wasn't about to let her take his new interesting human away (nor the other animatronics, if they dared.)

"Oh, I know what we can do!" Toy Chica said, her eyes turning to the pitch black they normally did at night, her white pupils looking down at the jacket. "Let's see how well this jacket..." Toy Chica snatched the jacket from the confused Marionette, and quickly wrapped it around him and zipped him up in it, confining it's arms within the torso, "looks on you!"

Losing it's balance, the Marionette stumbled and fell backwards into the chair.

"Well what do you know! A perfect fit!" Toy Cica cackled in a static voice. The Marionette struggled as it shakily stood up. "As fun as this has been, it's time to get back to the stage, after all, it's time for the night watch's shift to start. Better get to your post Mari-Mari-Marionette. Ha ha ha!" With that, Toy Chica left, leaving the Marionette trapped within the jacket.

Struggling to get out of Jeremy's jacket, the Marionette felt uneasy on its feet. It tried to reach it with its long fingers, but it barely reached past the hem of the jacket. Attempting to make it easier, the Marionette slowly bent forward to try and each it. Just as it was about to try and snatch the zipper, a noise behind it caused it to spring upright, causing it to lose its balance again in the process. It quickly fell backward, and as it landed on the desk, it's head slamming down on the laptop, it lost focus of it's surroundings. It made a low screech in pain, angry at itself for getting stuck in this mess. When it's was finally able to see, the Marionette realized it was staring up at a very confused looking Jeremy.

Oh right. His shift had started already. Oops.

The Marionette stared up at Jeremy in embarrassment. It was screaming curses at Toy Chica in it's head, for getting it stuck in this entire mess, jacket, whatever, in the first place. Now how was he supposed to look intimidating to Jeremy if it couldn't even get out of his jacket?

"I should really be questioning what the hell you were thinking, but I'm not going to. This actually makes things a hell of a lot easier." Jeremy said to the puppet, as he dropped walked around the desk. "I was wondering where my jacket went..." He muttered under his breath, and as he sat down, he grabbed the Marionette and pulled it into his lap. Quickly setting up the laptop and the headphones, Jeremy paused and looked at the Marionette, who's head was turned away.

"Hey, don't think of the jacket as a trap, think of it as a blanket for you to sleep with. It's probably cold in your box at night, isn't it?" Jeremy asked as he put the headphones on the Marionette, who turned it's head slightly to look over at him. The night guard had a point, and it was somewhat warm. It was just annoying that it couldn't move its arms. Wiggling a little, the Marionette tried to shift it's arms infront of itself, so at least it wasn't as tight.

"Alright hold on..." Jeremy rolled his eyes. He unzipped the jacket and held it open. "You slip your arms into the sleeves, and then I'll zip it back up again, okay?" The Marionette streched it's arms outward, and into the sleeves, and as Jeremy zipped it up again, it realized that the jacket it wore was quite large on it's skinny frame. "Better?" The Marionette bent it's arms a bit, and then settled itself properly on Jeremy's lap, content and exhausted. It didn't even care that Jeremy had stiffened again underneath it, it made itself comfy in his lap, and then began to drift off. Before it fell completely to sleep, it heard Jeremy mutter one last thing.

"Considering how strong you, I thought you would have just ripped open the jacket in half, instead of trying to unzip it."

Description
Ever since the night watch (Jeremy it thinks) had let it sleep in his lap, the Marionette could not stop thinking about him. During the entire day, as it gave out presents to the greedy children that had their tickets, Jeremy was stuck in it's brain. It's not like the human had done anything spectacularly nice to the Marionette, but the fact that Jeremy had let it sleep in his lap, nice and peacefully, not just for the one night, but for two nights in a row, the Marionette couldn't focus on anything. Even while it sat in the more alert night watch's lap the second time, it couldn't concentrate on the melody of his music box that played in the clunky headphones that were on it's head.

It had been a surprise when Jeremy had taken it with him to his office the second time. Surely he had watched the tape, seen the Marionette puppet move in his lap, and shut off the recorder, but apparently it didn't stop Jeremy. So it sat in his lap, trying to sleep, trying to concentrate on its lullaby, but it was only able to focus on the night guard that held him tight in his arms. Curious, and with nothing better to do, the Marionette studied it's current interest.

Messy dirty blonde locks stuck out from underneath the security hat Jeremy wore. His face held a concentrated look (obviously from searching for the other animatronics). His wire framed glasses kept slipping down his face, and every now and again Jeremy would shift them back up using his middle finger. (Sly man, trying to curse at the animatronics without saying it.) His eyes were a dull blue color, and he had a slightly pointed nose. When it got to Jeremy's mouth, who had thin lips, Jeremy looked down at the Marionette. The Marionette quickly looked elsewhere, not that Jeremy would have known.

Curses, the night watch must have felt him staring.

The rest of the night watches fourth night was uneventful. He managed to survive the rest of the animatronic crew, and at 6 Jeremy pulled the headphones off of the Marionette and ran it back to the prize corner, and placed it in the box. Before he left the Marionette, Jeremy looked at it with an expression the Marionette couldn't identify, shook his head, and closed the box.

() () () () () ()

It was 11:50 PM, and the Marionette was currently snooping around the security office. The only person who remained was the last day shift security guard, who was waiting in front of the pizzeria, waiting to give Jeremey the keys and leave, so the Marionette knew it wouldn't be caught. Going over to the desk, the Marionette noticed something laying neatly folded on the chair. Picking it up, it found that it was Jeremy's security jacket. Something stirred in the Marionette's chest cavity, and it could swear it could feel...happy?

Pulling the jacket closer to itself, the Marionette let out a low noise, and, if it could, imagined it would have been red in it's face.

"Hey there Mari-Mari-Marionette, what are you doing here?"

Turning around, the Marionette relaxed and glared as he looked over to see Toy Chica standing in the doorway. It hated the duck, what with her barely doing anything besides eating pizza and being a complete waste of space. Ever since Toy Chica has broken it's music box back when the restaurant first opened, stating that the "lame noise bothered her" the two had never seen eye to eye.

"You shouldn't be in her Mari-Mari-Marionette! You could get caught, and then who knows what they'd do to you!" Toy Chica said sarcastically, repeating the nickname it gave the Marionette, knowing fully well that it hated when she called it that. "Oh, what are you holding? Is that your precious night gaurd's jacket? You know, you looked really happy in his lap these past two nights..."

The Marionette stiffened at the mention of Jeremy, and glared even harder at the stupid duck. He wasn't about to let her take his new interesting human away (nor the other animatronics, if they dared.)

"Oh, I know what we can do!" Toy Chica said, her eyes turning to the pitch black they normally did at night, her white pupils looking down at the jacket. "Let's see how well this jacket..." Toy Chica snatched the jacket from the confused Marionette, and quickly wrapped it around him and zipped him up in it, confining it's arms within the torso, "looks on you!"

Losing it's balance, the Marionette stumbled and fell backwards into the chair.

"Well what do you know! A perfect fit!" Toy Cica cackled in a static voice. The Marionette struggled as it shakily stood up. "As fun as this has been, it's time to get back to the stage, after all, it's time for the night watch's shift to start. Better get to your post Mari-Mari-Marionette. Ha ha ha!" With that, Toy Chica left, leaving the Marionette trapped within the jacket.

Struggling to get out of Jeremy's jacket, the Marionette felt uneasy on its feet. It tried to reach it with its long fingers, but it barely reached past the hem of the jacket. Attempting to make it easier, the Marionette slowly bent forward to try and each it. Just as it was about to try and snatch the zipper, a noise behind it caused it to spring upright, causing it to lose its balance again in the process. It quickly fell backward, and as it landed on the desk, it's head slamming down on the laptop, it lost focus of it's surroundings. It made a low screech in pain, angry at itself for getting stuck in this mess. When it's was finally able to see, the Marionette realized it was staring up at a very confused looking Jeremy.

Oh right. His shift had started already. Oops.

The Marionette stared up at Jeremy in embarrassment. It was screaming curses at Toy Chica in it's head, for getting it stuck in this entire mess, jacket, whatever, in the first place. Now how was he supposed to look intimidating to Jeremy if it couldn't even get out of his jacket?

"I should really be questioning what the hell you were thinking, but I'm not going to. This actually makes things a hell of a lot easier." Jeremy said to the puppet, as he dropped walked around the desk. "I was wondering where my jacket went..." He muttered under his breath, and as he sat down, he grabbed the Marionette and pulled it into his lap. Quickly setting up the laptop and the headphones, Jeremy paused and looked at the Marionette, who's head was turned away.

"Hey, don't think of the jacket as a trap, think of it as a blanket for you to sleep with. It's probably cold in your box at night, isn't it?" Jeremy asked as he put the headphones on the Marionette, who turned it's head slightly to look over at him. The night guard had a point, and it was somewhat warm. It was just annoying that it couldn't move its arms. Wiggling a little, the Marionette tried to shift it's arms infront of itself, so at least it wasn't as tight.

"Alright hold on..." Jeremy rolled his eyes. He unzipped the jacket and held it open. "You slip your arms into the sleeves, and then I'll zip it back up again, okay?" The Marionette streched it's arms outward, and into the sleeves, and as Jeremy zipped it up again, it realized that the jacket it wore was quite large on it's skinny frame. "Better?" The Marionette bent it's arms a bit, and then settled itself properly on Jeremy's lap, content and exhausted. It didn't even care that Jeremy had stiffened again underneath it, it made itself comfy in his lap, and then began to drift off. Before it fell completely to sleep, it heard Jeremy mutter one last thing.

"Considering how strong you, I thought you would have just ripped open the jacket in half, instead of trying to unzip it."