Author's Note: Weeeeell, welcome to my new ship! Yep, thanks devianart for giving me more ships than I know what to do with :/ SO, anyways I LOVE this game series. I love the story behind it and I've always loved The Marionette. It (he?) is my favorite animatronic and FNAF character. So I didn't know who it was shipped with, and then I found out. One of the ships was with Jeremy and I loved it. XD So, this is the result. And no it doesn't take place over a period of five nights. Enjoy?

Warning:A tad dark, some violence, and this counts as a light slash! I believe? (I count the Marionette as a 'he') M/M. Don't like it? Don't read it.

Disclaimer:I don't own FNAF, it belongs to Scott Cawthin.

Marionette's POV

I do not like adults, and for a very good reason. The little children who come into this place though I am actually quite fond of. Their parents are okay, but it is the children that makes still being somewhat alive not completely horrendous. Despite being trapped in this body of a puppet, I too remember what it was like to be alive. To be a child who stared at the world with wonder in their young eyes, not fully understanding the world around them, the danger lurking around every corner. They remind me of myself, and it brings me great delight to watch their faces fill with joy at the sight of the others and myself. It makes being trapped here much more bearable.

Although I contain a hatred for grown adult humans, one seems to have managed to become the exception. Jeremy Fitzgerald.

The new night guard was hired a month ago. During the first few weeks he managed to evade all events that could possibly lead to his death. Everyone but Foxy and I could be fooled with a Freddy mask, and he seemed to be using it quite well. He had so far kept Balloon Boy out of his office, and managed to keep Foxy from leaping out at him from the shadows with his flashlight. The other night guards had not been so fortunate.

For the first few weeks, Jeremy managed to keep my music box wound at night. With out the soothing music to keep me asleep, all that runs through my mind is that man in purple. During the day I am able to keep calm, but something about the night makes me lose that ability. When the third week rolled around however, Jeremy slipped up. He didn't wind my music box. Anger and hatred bubbled up inside of me as I awoke, and immediately I began sprinting as fast as my long legs could carry me towards the security office. Determined to kill that man in purple.

All I know about the purple man who killed me as a child was that he was a night guard at this restaurant, when he killed the others who I gave life to. My rage and thirst for vengeance blinds me as I neared the office at the end of the hallway. Curses sounded from inside, and Jeremy screamed as I lunged from the darkness with a shriek of my own, knocking his chair over backwards. I sat on his chest, hands gripping his neck as tightly as I could as he struggled and squirmed for air beneath me.

It wasn't the face of Jeremy Fitzgerald I was looking down at, but that of the purple man as my long fingers tightened their grip around his throat. "P-Please" the night guard rasped out, hands pulling at my wrists to try and get my hold to loosen.

I am not sure why or how it happened, but my sight shifted. Pinned beneath me was in fact not the purple man, but Jeremy Fitzgerald. My hands went slack against his neck as the man wheezed and coughed, taking in deep breaths. Curiously I peered down at him, leaning my face so it hovered above the guard's as I looked into his blue-green eyes. Looking down at his throat, I found the skin there already starting to bruise considerably to a dark purple.

Gently I ran my fingertips over the marks my hands had left. I did not mean to hurt, and I did not mean to kill. Giving life is what I have done, and I did not wish to take it away. All of the pain that man in purple has caused me, what he has made me become. The despise growing for my killer as I took in the marks. I truly was sorry at almost killing the night guard, he had done nothing wrong. Nothing deserving of death. Despite giving them life, the others would not believe me if I told them this, they would not understand.

Jeremy was still and very tense beneath me, not daring to move or breath. When I looked back up at his face I could tell he was confused at my actions. A moment ago I had been trying to strangle him, and now I was carefully inspecting the damage I had caused. I let out a soft sigh, deciding I had best get back to my box. Quickly I got off of him and ran back into the darkness of the hallway in a split second.

The others all disappeared when my music box stops playing, knowing I would awaken. Briefly I feared I had left Jeremy too vulnerable to the others, but it was six A.M. now, he would be safe. I have been in this Marionette for quite some time, and it has allowed me to become wiser and more mature than my comrades. They were not heartless killers, just hurt and confused children trying to avenge themselves and stop the purple man from hurting anyone else. Perhaps I could try to reason with them that Jeremy would not hurt them or anyone, but it is hard considering I cannot speak.

That night I had slid back inside of my box, pulling the lid back over so I was once again concealed in darkness. I did not go back to sleep then, knowing the children would arrive in a few hours and that the day shift guard would be coming. Ever since then, which was a week ago, Jeremy has forgotten my music box twice.

When my music box had stopped playing for the second time, I had done pretty much the same thing. Anger and hate fueling my motions, I sprinted towards the office. Once again I tackled Jeremy to the floor as he screamed. However this time I did not try to strangle him. When I looked down, it was simply Jeremy Fitzgerald beneath me.

"Y-You're not going to, to hurt m-me?" he had asked, staring up at me with wide eyes. I cannot speak, an unfortunate side effect of being trapped in the body of this puppet. Instead of trying to answer, I simply disappeared back into the shadows and into my box.

The third time my music box stopped, I awoke much in the same fashion. However, instead of anger and hate burning inside of me, it died quickly as I got out of my box. Instead of sprinting to the office, I walked there quickly. I had stepped into the room instead of leaping out at him from the darkness.

Jeremy had been surprised when I stepped inside of the room, and did not tackle him to the floor. I think perhaps he also realized how large I am, for I am quite tall. Carefully setting down his tablet on the desk, Jeremy stared up at me with wonder, curiosity, and somewhat nervously as he said slowly "You're different from the others, almost as if you can actually feel and understand me."

Truthfully he was not wrong, I am different. However I believe that is a good thing, it helps to keep balance among our 'family'. It is not their faults though, I have had more time of course. We are all capable of feeling and understanding humans the majority of the time, after all, we had all been one at some point. Stepping forward, I walked up to the desk and stood right in front of it. Hands clasped behind my back, I bent down until our faces were level.

This male was quite, handsome. I had observed as I studied him once more up close, white eyes scanning his face. When I had decided I had studied him enough, my eyes went back up to Jeremy's eyes. Red colored his cheeks as he looked back at me. There was curiosity along with fear vying for control over his features as he gazed back at me. Obviously nervous as to how close I was to him. In the next moment I disappeared once more back into the hallway, moving towards my box in prize corner.

For some reason, I could not keep Jeremy off of my mind. I wished to see him again, to observe him. There was something about this night guard that grabbed my attention, that made me want to get to know him. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before, and it confuses me. I wished for my music box to not be wound so I may see him, and possibly figure out what was happening to me for the last time I saw him was three nights ago I mused as I sat in my box.

Much to my delight, my music box unwound at around one A.M. that night after a few birthday parties during the day. Getting out of my box, I made my way towards the office. Anticipation for seeing Jeremy making me hasten. I stepped inside of the office doorway and found Jeremy sitting there like always. Somewhere in the back of my mind I realized he had more than likely not wound my music box on purpose, but I could not force myself to care. I was glad for it.

Jeremy had one elbow propped up on the desktop, head resting in his open palm. "You confuse me. Really this whole place confuses me, but you in particular I can't figure out" he stated as soon as he saw me, looking up at me.

Again I stepped in front of the desk and bent over so our faces were level. If I could talk I would, but I could only make small, unintelligible noises. Gently I swiped my fingertips over Jeremy's neck where the bruises I had left were beginning to faint, making the guard sit up straight and tense. I let out a small sigh as Jeremy gradually relaxed beneath my touch.

"You're sorry about that, aren't you?" Jeremy asked hesitantly, looking up at my face.

Yes, yes I was sorry, I was beyond sorry. I lined up my fingers with the marks I had previously left on his throat, but there was no pressure behind the grasp. After a moment I decided to nod my head in agreement to Jeremy's question. The night guard seemed surprised at my ability to answer as he questioned "You, you can understand me?"

Again I nodded my head, pulling my long fingers away from his neck. This human was, interesting. He did not appear to be shaking with fear as he had before. Instead I saw curiosity in his eyes and a strange wonder. To my surprise, Jeremy was wanting to know more about me. I made a small noise of surprise when he reached out and grabbed one of my hands, inspecting my sharp claw-like fingers. Why did he wish to know me?

"You know, I forgive you for that. Obviously the music box has some importance to you, and I'm sorry I forgot it" he stated quietly, letting go of my hand slowly. A surge of affection towards him swept through me as I watched him investigate me cautiously.

I, I felt affection for him? Yes, I did not wish to harm him. Yes, Jeremy's curiosity about me and his ability to forgive my actions gave me this, warm feeling. Different, I realized, he is different than other adults. Any other would not allow me to get so close, allow me to stay in this office after I almost killed them. Yet Jeremy allows me to be in here, seems to sort of enjoy my company. Fondness, I was fond of Jeremy Fitzgerald.

Now if only I could decipher in what aspect my fondness originates from.

Attraction? Friendship? Love? Was I, could I, love? Be attracted to someone? I do not know the answer to those questions. Of course I loved the others as my family, but I am not sure about romantic love. Yes Jeremy is quite handsome and seems kind and caring, but I do not know much about him.

"I-If you want, you can stay in here if you don't want to go back to your box" Jeremy said suddenly, making me stand up and cock my head to the side in thought.

Stay in here? Well, I do not require sleep and the others won't bother Jeremy as long as I am in here. Taking in the night guard's red face, I decided maybe staying in here for a little while may not be so bad. I nodded, sitting down on the desk facing him. Maybe, just maybe, this would become a regular thing. The music box not being so important anymore.

Perhaps I could learn why I have affection for this human and maybe, just exactly what it is.

Whelp, there ya go! Upon discovering this ship, I realized there wasn't a lot of fics about it so this is my contribution! I am on a first person POV kick right now, but I really enjoyed writing from The Marionette's point of view. It was fun and interesting. This is how I picture him, and I'm sorry if it's not how you do. I just wrote what I felt, and I totally made up the music box stuff on the spot. I have no idea why he needs a music box, so if you do or have any theories let me know! Hopefully it was ok, and please tell me what you think! But please be polite. If there is a want for more of this I wouldn't be opposed to the idea. Go easy on me, I typically only write superhero stuff ;p So if you enjoyed don't forget to fave/follow/review or all 3!

If you like superheroes I have a bunch of Starfire and Robin or Red Hood and Nightwing romance fics. If you don't like any of them, or know who they are, sorry it's all I got. Just go check stuff out if you want to! Please and thank you ;)

READ THIS: Ok so this wasn't going to be a multi-chapter at first, but people want more. Here's the thing though, I don't know how I'm going to continue this story. There are a few options, so I'm going to let you readers decide! Either let me know in a review or a PM what you think. Which ever option gets the most support will be the one I pick! So here are your options, there are three. 1-A series of different POV one-shots that connect. 2-An actual chapter story completely in The Marionette's POV. 3-An actual chapter story with alternating POV's. Please let me know what you think! It would be greatly appreciated. :)