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Hints of the FNAF 3 trailer, HUGE SPOILERS

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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[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?

[ 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. ]

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.

[ 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. ]

[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."]

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[ 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. ]

["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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.

[ 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. ]

[He's being a killjoy on purpose...someone has to keep these people alive.]

If I were you, I'd check things on your desk.

["Wha- My desk!? I have to watch the goddamn camera!" Mike called, prompting Phil to hang up]

All yours.

[ at this point, Mr. Phil is probably the only one.

five minutes. Marionette decides he'll watch and wait for five minutes. if Mike's able to notice the letter and follow the instructions left for him, then ... well. he's not sure. should he let him stick around? could he help bring the purple man here, like Mr. Phil was trying to?

he doubts it. Mike is dumb. if Mr. Phil couldn't get the purple man here, Mike has even less of a chance. but if there's even the slightest chance, maybe he can let Mike live. not that that's getting him out of a good haunting and tormenting, but. he can let him live.

but that doesn't mean the others can't try. ]

[Finding the letter was probably the only thing that saved Mike from certain puppet-induced death, "I got it! I got the letter! Where do I send it to?"

Phillip arched an eyebrow at that, maybe there was some salvation on the horizon. He grabbed the phone and made one more call]

Her name is Karen Anderson. She lives nearby...she knows. [Knows what, it was up to the imagination.

Mike couldn't run fast enough to get that letter going. This made Phil come up with a plan: the Marionette could torment Mike as much as he'd like. In turn, this made Schmidt vulnerable for Gray's machinations, if to stop the torture. It was manipulative but it was for the best.]

[ huh. Mike Buttface actually did it. he found the letter, Mr. Phil told him where to deliver it, and off he went. maybe he can give Mike a little more credit than he originally thought.

now, Marionette's not sure of what to do. mama won't be coming here anymore, and the restaurant was likely being shut down again, after the big head office guys come down to see the mess they've made. the music is left unattended, so he has free roam of the building ... but for how long, until they're all disassembled and boxed away?

hopping down from the ceiling into the office, the puppet makes his way over to the desk, eyeing the pictures and threatening scribbles he left for Mike. it's hard, trying to come to grips with the fact that it was all over now. how was he supposed to get the purple man now? ]

Don't you give up.

[As stern as the voice was, Phillip had faith that Mike could listen to everything he had to say and to argue that the Pizzeria could be preserved or...reused in some way.]

We'll find him and then you can do onto him what you did to me.

[ giving up wasn't an option. Marionette still wanted to get the purple man, to hurt and torment him as much as the other children and himself had been. but what chance would they have if the pizzeria closed down? what if he was disassembled with the others?

gathering up a few of the scribbles, the puppet started crawling back to his box in the prize room. it was hard not to feel a little hopeless. after all, who was to say Mike wasn't calling emergency services right now and telling them about the scene at the diner? the police and the detectives will be here in no time. ]

H̱e̪̩̖ w̲̥̠̟on'̭͖̭̤̘͔t̞̣͖̭ ̹̻͖͙͈̹̙b̥͓e̫̯̫ c̦̤̹̩͖o̰͎m̮̦̻i͉̭͉͕̳͈̙n̪̞̩̖g̘ ̲͈͙b̲͍̻̲͓a̭̥͉͙̜͍̘ck̞̩̖ͅ ̹n̙͚̦̩̲̥o̥͎w͕͈͍̪͙.͈̣͓͙̯̻͕ ̰N̬̤̜͍ͅo̖̻t̼̗͕ ̳̺̜͔̤̗a̺͉̖̬̱͚f͉͉͓̰t̪̠͇̥̟̲e̻̪̫̤̖̮̳r͕̟̪̻̮̻̝ ͕h̘̭̭̭͕̗e̝̤͚͚ ͚͇̬̭̘̫͈f̟͓͈̲̪̤̱in͚̯͇͎̣d̬͚͚̱s ̳̠̝͙̳͈͉o̻u͍̝̪͚̟t͇̳͎͕̙̩ ̣a̝̦̺bͅo͔̳̯̱͕u̯͈t̻ ͈̙wh̺̙a̭̮̮̯̩̖ͅt ẖ͈̦̦̭̪̼a̟͔p̞̘̖̳̝̫͔p͇̱̣̪̜̹e̹̣̟͓̰̭n̻̦̠̝͔e͍̥͉̞͇͕d̞̱ ̝̠̘̘̙͕͕h̻͈̞̘̖͚͉e͍̫͎̬̬̺͓r̝͕̙̪̝̳͖e̬̻̼̯͇̼.̻̻̺̘̼̩͈

If he hasn't after finding all the corpses and cleaning out...[Phil hoped Mike had some of that fear in him.]

Besides, I bet seeing your mom will help him understand how severe this all is. That shutting this place down will do nothing.

[ --oh he was talking about Buttface. the puppet couldn't care less about what happened to that guy. sure, he'll be fun to haunt and harass, and they could always fashion a suit of his very own for him. but what happens to Mike isn't as much of a concern. ]

I̺̹̠̰͔̱͎ ̖d̹̮̮̲̰͚̙on͉̭͚͕͖'̤̰̬̠͎̞͔t ̥͙c͈͓͈̹a̗͉͓̙͔͇̞r̰̙e̳̦̖̥ ̘̳a̠̤̻̩͈̰̱b̟͇̤o̙̣̤̙uț͕̱͍̦ ̰͈̻̪͕ḥi͙͉̜̯̪m.̣ ͎̠Ḭ̗̩̲̞̣ ̲̩̼̪̩͍w̤̰̞a̻̖̙̙̼̩̳n̬͎̠͉͍͖t̜͔̝̦̤̼̭ ͇̣t̫̭h̥̼̱̞e̺̦͇̲ͅ ͍͈̹p͎u͙̦͕̤̟̘͓r͔̙̲͖̯̩p͈̪͇̞͈l͇̻e̼̭̖̜͈ ̜̜͔̩̠m̪a͕̠̣̱n͈.̯͍̳

I know you don't but Mike isn't leaving...he'll help us, okay? [That letter was the last attempt at Phil to communicate with the outside. Now to focus on everything inside the restaurant]

Y̞̖̠͚̞ͅo͖̦̪̜u̟͉͇̺ ̜t̹̹̠rṵ̗s̙̟̮͖͉͎t h̥̜͉i̫m̠̤̠ ̫̯t̫̺̣o̮̻̜̟o ̫̺̫̬mu̝c͙̪̣͇͍h̫̜͕.̠̹͙̪̦͙̙ [ muttered coldly while the puppet starts tearing up some of the papers, one by one into tiny pieces. ]

H̰e̟͖̜͉̯'͔͎s̞͓̣ ͉̩̭p̺̥̪̬͕̱̟ṛ̮̰̦̥̣̱o̟̦̬b̭̜a̦̲̮̩̹b̰̬̼͍͈̥l͔̖͕͇͉̰͍y̰̱̰ ̘̠r̟̹̺̠͈u͉͖͇͙̼͔͓nn͍i̖̼̰̰̯̩͓n͎͈͕̭g̖͖̬̗̯̬ ̞̦͈̜̣͖̮f͎̙̝̯̫̗o̠͎̤͍͉͎r͓̯̭͎͍ͅ ̖̜͈̖̻͖he͈̹̮̹̥̲l͙p̲ ̗̞̫͖ͅr͖̫̪̰̗i͕̖g̟̠͓̠ͅht̥ ̦͈̲͇̺n̮̟̤͇͍o̖̳̬̤w̥̬͔̦̤̥.͚̰̳̩͎

Maybe...I trusted you, so clearly, I'm a moron. [he wasn't that bitter about that. He was dead, what else could happen? What fresh hell was he in for?]

[ oh, Mr. Phil. you always know how to make Marionette laugh, in his creepy, distorted and disturbing way. ]

Y̩͖̤͍̭͕ͅe̖̼̳̦̤̦ͅa͍̗̦̱h̰͕̱̤͉.̞ ͖̝̺̪̭̝ͅY̘̖̜̦͕o͉u̩͕͓͈̰̼͇ ̟rͅe̗̣̫͖̩̣̬a̝͕͕̱̲l̫l͓̰y ͖͇a̹̖͖̭r͕̬̩̪̟e͓̣͔͔.͖ ̹̭̬͙͕͕I̪̩t͙̯̝̦'̳̫̺̼̹͍s͉ ̣̼̞̠̙̟ͅf̖u̹̜n̤̮̱̯̹̙n͕̤̠̗̯y̪̮̜̩̝̳.̮ [ and he'll be crawling back into his box now, with his shredded drawings, done for the day. until the next person arrives to open his box. ]

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