Hints of the FNAF 3 trailer, HUGE SPOILERS

[voiceinthephone]

Hello? Hello, mun...uh, nice to see you again...you know I'm starting to not like you. First off, what the hell was that thing?! A G-Golden Bonnie?!

If I wasn't already dead there, I'd kill management! This is a complete insult to the Fazbear name and the murders! OUR DEATHS BECAME AN AMUSEMENT FOR HORROR JUNKIES! Not to mention THAT THING?! I'm gonna give the gang one hell of a time-out for building that!


At least I'm somewhat okay in...what's that? You think I need- No. Stop thinking that. That's dangerous.

[Phil please.]

You and I both know I don't, and I quote, "need Fritz, Mike, or Jeremy's help in Panem". I lost Jeremy to the Bite, Fritz is long gone and Mike might as well stay the hell away. I appreciate you wanting me to not be lonely in that brave new world, and I've made friends...ish...but that's cruel!

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[themarionette]

[ oh. he didn't think of that. the puppet considers for a moment, before turning around, climbing up the prize counter with his plush in tow. he takes a piece of paper and crayons to start writing ... but then he stops. ]

C̼an̜͖̙͍̥͍ y̝̱o̥u ͕̙̩͎̹ͅh̖̪͔̬̯̩e̱l̖͍p̙ ̺̙me̻̣ͅ?͓͙ [ he's not so good with spelling. ]

[voiceinthephone]

Sure, what do you wanna write to her? [Phil offers to spell things out for Netter to send to his mother.]

[themarionette]

[ with Mr. Phil's help, Marionette's able to write a short, scribbly, but mostly legible letter. it's hard to write properly with clawed hands, and some of his letters are backwards. but he manages to get out what he wants to say - a simple goodbye, he'll miss her, and he'll be okay and not to worry about him anymore. he finishes it off with a picture of the two of them at the bottom, holding hands. that should do it. ]

[voiceinthephone]

[Phil sees this and takes possession of the suit again to leave the letter and drawing on Mike's desks. He folds the paper and stamps it as "URGENT" in big red letters. He wants to say goodbye too but he doesn't deserve it.]

Karen, please understand.

[themarionette]

[ it's probably going to be a bit weird, a letter marked urgent amongst a sea of morbid, threatening scribbled papers and drawings. hopefully Mike will feel unsettled but also be responsible and deliver the letter.

with that done, the puppet takes the Freddy plush and crawls along the counter to hop into his box, closing the lid behind him. he wants to be alone for a little while. ]

[voiceinthephone]

[Phil simply left his suit in the back and began wandering around the building. If he were to keep his mind, he had to keep it active and try learn how to be a proper ghost.]

Dammit, where's the Book of the Dead and Michael Keaton when you need them?

[He looked at himself] At least I died dressed...

[themarionette]

[ more references the puppet doesn't understand. and at this rate he's sure he never will - he'll never age, and it's not like they can watch any more movies now. the thoughts keep him occupied enough that Marionette stays in his box for the night, not even peeking out once, and he remains there right on through until 6AM.

providing Mr. Phil doesn't do anything stupid again, of course. ]

[voiceinthephone]

[No promises. Phil is unnerved by the fact that he didn't need to sleep anymore, he missed his body. He missed his apartment, he missed the warmth of another person against him. He curled up against his chair, his newer one...]

[themarionette]

[ well, the good news is there'll be plenty to watch and entertain themselves with once the morning crew arrives. the puppet gets bored too, after so many years spent wide awake, so he can't resist peeking through a ratted hole in his box once he hears the keys unlocking the front door, and muttered whispers of "--the hell happened here?"

oh, this is going to be fun. ]

[voiceinthephone]

What the hell do you all think? [Phil groaned, then glared at the incoming crew.] Don't act surprised, and get the hazmat suits out. You all know where the cleanup tools are.

[He...was that Mike Schmidt?]

[themarionette]

[ Schmidt.

oh, Marionette hates that guy. he's not even sure why. Fitzgerald was entertaining, there were ample other guards to have fun with, but something about Schmidt gets all of puppet's murder instincts going haywire. he can't leave his box, but he is going to sloooowly peak his head out of the top once the crew makes their way over to the prize corner. anything to creep the humans out a little more. ]

[voiceinthephone]

Netter no. He's the guy who is delivering the letter, okay?

[Mike is...Mike. Abrasive, cocky, and one of the less friendly of the guards. Even Phil felt uneasy with him. Play nice for now, and as soon as the letter's delivered, then you can have fun.

[might as well adapt.]

[themarionette]

[ the puppet almost lashes out, you can't tell me what to do! but he remembers the letter in time, and he very reluctantly lowers himself back into his box. Schmidt got lucky this time. but after the letter is delivered to mama, the puppet isn't going to hold back his torment at all.

for the time being, however, it is fun to watch them through the hole in his box, seeing how they react to the mass of blood and broken glass everywhere. ]

[voiceinthephone]

[Phil took the time to learn how to float and not be afraid of walls. He rolled his eyes at the newbies]

Oh please, you see worse gore in the movies. Suck it up before they start to stink. [Mike was quite nonchalant about this]

Huh, he's got a stronger constitution than I thought.

[themarionette]

[ that's because Mike's a loser. a big giant buttface loser.

Marionette doesn't know what dead bodies smell like - one of the good things of not having a nose - and it's been too long since it was his own body. it certainly looks messy. pretty in some aspects.

he can't help it. he grabs one of the plushes from his box, and he waits until one of the men gets near enough to his box, before giving the plush a good loud squeak! ]

[voiceinthephone]

[That startled Mike out of helping the others move the bodies, exclaiming, "Motherfucker!"]

Hey! This is still a kid's place! Mind your language!

[The bots may have killed Phil but damned the person that tries to insult or harm them in any way.]

Netter may I teach this guy a lesson in language?

[themarionette]

[ okay that started out funny, but then Mike Buttface has to go and start saying bad words. that's absolutely not allowed here at Freddy Fazbear's, even after hours. Marionette does not approve at all - but Mr. Phil did ask first. ]


I̥̗̻̼̟̩̱f̖̝ ̮̝y͍̬ou͈̲͙̳̹͕̘ ̣d̹̣͍͎̰͍ͅo̠̲̩̜n̥͉'̹̪̫̘̮t,̻͖͚̯̮̣ ̜I̭̥ ͓̥͇͖̙̬͈w̻̤̟̹̩͓il͇̬̫̹l̙̣̝.


[ and that's never a good thing, for all parties involved. ]

[voiceinthephone]

Remember, letter. Then you can screw around with his brain tonight

[Phil decides to use what he can: the Phone. He smirked as he followed Mike to the security office.]

What have we told you about swearing in the workplace?

[Drinking? May be allowed if the place was closed off to the public. This place was weird. The sudden jump Schmidt performed was something to behold and yes, Gray laughed at that.

"Phone Guy?"]

...Yeah, let's go with that.

[themarionette]

[ it's a good thing that letter still had to be delivered. it was the only thing keeping the puppet from launching at Mike (Buttface.) but at least Mr. Phil was in agreement about language in the pizzeria, so they could both teach the newer guard a lesson about it. apparently he'd forgotten.

and it was funny watching Mike jump like that. the phone call was just distracting enough to leave the music box unattended, so Marionette waited just a little bit longer before sneaking out of his box, and hiding. if Mr. Phil can spook the new guy, so could he. ]

[voiceinthephone]

[Mike realized too late that the music box was unwound, "Crap, you're double-teaming me aren't you?! C'mon Phone Guy, call that thing off!"

Phil laughed, the sound distorted by his new state of existence. Okay, now he was starting understand how much fun it could be to scare the living shit out of humans.]

We're just trying to teach you a lesson in respecting the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. These are kids, okay?

["Kids my a-"]

Mike Schmidt.

["S-sorry."]

[themarionette]

[ see? all it takes is the right victim, and scaring the pants off of them ends up being the most entertaining thing ever. it probably doesn't help that there really isn't that much else to do once you're dead, but them's the breaks. you have to find fun where you can.

the puppet can't help laughing a bit too. Mike is fun to haunt. he makes his way to the main hall, waiting for the camera to aim at him as he rises to his full height, standing on the tips of his feet, perfectly still. might as well be a little imposing now and then. ]

[voiceinthephone]

["Phone Guy come on-ARGH! TELL THAT THING TO BACK OFF OR ELSE-" Mike said something very stupid as he spotted the puppet in the camera: he threatened the Marionette.]

Or else what? I like you, Schmidt. I really do. Don't make me regret it.

[Gray was starting to lose control again but he backed off as soon as he caught himself. The ease of how he could give in to his own rage, THAT was scary.]

[themarionette]

[ nobody tells Marionette what to do. this really is a lot of fun, for not much effort at all. Mike dealing both with the voice from the phone and the menacing puppet stalking him was hilarious.

every time Mike looked away, the puppet moved closer, tilting his head back further and further as if he was laughing. Balloon Boy has perfect timing, laughing from the game room. apparently he thinks this is funny as heck too. ]

[voiceinthephone]

[Oh God screw everything about Balloon Boy, especially with that damn laughter. Phil could only say]

Apologize...I can't control them, Mike. Hope for the best.

["Phone Guy don't you dare leave me here with them."]

I'm already dead.

[themarionette]

[ way to give it all away up front, Mr. Phil. but oh well, Mike was bound to find out eventually. at least it still sufficiently creeps him out, so that's fun to watch.

next time Mike looks at the camera down the hall, uh-oh. Marionette has disappeared. he doesn't show up on any of the cameras, no matter how fast Mike looks through them - that's the fun part of having secret paths through the ceiling rafters. the puppet gets close enough to the office so he can listen in on the rest of the conversation, waiting for any opportunity to strike.

yeah, yeah, he knows there's a letter to deliver to mama, but it's hard to resist the temptation. ]