The sound of a music box played throughout the Pizzeria, causing the night guard to sigh in relief at the close call...that was, until he heard a radio like sound coming from above him. He slowly looked up and saw Mangle dangling from the ceiling, her mouth open and looking down at him with one yellow eye and another on her other head.
He let out a yelp, falling backwards and kicking his legs out, causing a sudden crack to reverberate through the office and causing his heart to skip a beat. He quickly stood up and saw the tablet was filled with cracks and he could just make out the danger triangle...and three fingers snaking under the top of the present box.
He let out a scream and ran down the halls, unaware of the animatronic crawling on the ceiling and following him. He rushed into the prize corner and looked wildly for the music box and found it right beside the box. He rushed towards it and started to crank the box and relished in the sound of the life saving music.
Then he felt three slender fingers grab his left shoulder and he let out a sob of fear.
“I don’t like hurting others...but if I don’t then they will be angry.” He heard a echoing voice speak. “I’m sorry.” He then let out a gasp that turned to gurgling as three long black fingers burst from his chest, splattering blood and bone over the box and floor. In it’s grasp was a white ball from the man that slowly morphed into a quarter note and floated into the music box.
Slowly the fingers retracted from the mans chest and the blood on the fingers and arm slowly formed a whole note and dropped onto the man, splattering his back with the crimson fluid. Standing behind the murdered man was a figure of 9 feet with a slender torso, legs, arms and fingers with no palms or toes.
It had white stripes on its arms and legs with three white buttons on its chest. Its face was completely white with a large black smile with two rosy cheeks at the corners of the mouth and purple streaks that went down the hollow eyes and towards the mouth and within the left eye glowed a white orb that could be called a pupil of sorts.
Buts it’s mask was truly just that, a mask. It hid what HE was really doing, crying at the crime he had committed once again but fear is a powerful thing and can force the most strongest of people to kneel to it. The Marionette slowly walked over to the box, his prison, and sat a top of it and wailed behind his mask, unable to be heard by the other animatronics...or so he thought.
“A-A-A-Are you o-o-o-okay?” He suddenly heard a static but clearly female voice speak. He wiped his head up and saw who was the one who talked. Mangle hung from a rafter from the ceiling with her white and pink head looking down at him with a yellow glowing eye and a white pupil in the other.
She was a mess of circuits and her exoskeleton was bent and battered with two white gloved hands holding onto the rafter and her arms looked to be stretching from the body. Suddenly her neck made a click noise and she stretched her neck down to the Marionette and stopped with a click in front of his mask and tilted her head.
The Marionette let out a yelp at the arrival of the fox and quivered a bit. “Your...one of them.” She had the same glossy shell as the other ‘toys’, only she didn’t have a full body. He then noticed something that made him want to hide in his prison. Tangled in Mangles body...was Chica’s beak, something she never took off.
“Thats...thats…” He shakily pointed at the beak with one of his fingers and was about to say more when suddenly a loud shriek was heard and the sound of robotic foot steps started to head for the prize corner and Mangle let out a metallic yelp and her head made the click sound and her neck shot back up to her body.
The Marionette tried to crawl into the box but he felt a pair of metallic hand grab his leg and pull him out and dangling him upside down. He then saw the angry face of Chica, her beak gone giving her a more intimidating look and she glared at him with pure rage. “Where is my beak you little sock puppet?!” She questioned with venom in her voice.
“I-I don’t know.” He whimpered but she just let out a growl and got closer to his mask.
“If you don’t give me my beak back, I’ll throw you into the parts and services room with the other scrap metal.” She threatened and the Marionette stayed silent and looked up at the hiding form of Mangle. All he would have to do is tell Chica that Mangle had her beak and was right above her…
“Go get scraped you peice of junk.” Marionette hissed out and her eyes widened in shock at being insulted by the usually easily manipulated puppet. Then her eyes turned white and she dragged him through the hall and into the parts and services room. She kicked it open and violently through him in, causing him to crash into the faceless Bonnie.
“And stay in here you damn waste of space!” She screeched and slammed the door closed. The Marionette groaned as he slowly stood up and looked around the room. The old four animatronics lay it tatters with Bonnie missing a face, Chica’s jaw was sprung open and her hands gone while Freddy and Foxy were in reasonable condition.
He then looked back at Freddy and walked over to the old singer and looked down at his eyes. Freddy’s eyes slowly looked into the Marionettes and he asked in an old and broken voice, “I...didn’t...s-s-save….you.” The Marionette just shook his head and leaned closer to Freddy’s head.
“Do you remember the name of your favorite music box? The one I gave you when I gave you life?” The Marionette asked and Freddy slowly nodded his head.
“T-T-The...Toreador M-M-March.” Freddy answered and The Marionette nodded, the interlocked his fingers together and looked around at the others.
“Freddy...I need your help...I want to leave this place but there is no home for me…” Freddy looked at the Marionette and slowly nodded.
“I-I-I couldn’t save you then...b-b-b-but I will help you n-n-n-now.” Freddy said and suddenly he heard clanking behind him and saw the other three animatronics standing behind him.
“A-A-A-Aye, we be Freddys c-c-crew and w-we stick t-t-t-t-together.” Foxy said and raised his hook.
“I c-c-can’t do m-m-m-much but I can still s-s-s-swing my arms.” Chica said while wiping her arms around.
Bonnie just made his eyes glow a deadly red and raised his metal hand.
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The Marionette looked around at the old and damaged animatronics and behind his mask, a true smile was on his teeth. slowly his interlocked fingers pulsated white and music notes started to form around them and then they heard a song that they hadn't heard in years...and they felt themselves change.
As the Toreador March played the notes turned inky black and slammed into the animatronics and they felt a strange sludge fill their body and mended into the holes in their bodies. Freddy and Foxy were repaired and Freddy gave his familiar chuckle and leaned down and picked up his hat and microphone while Foxy cackled as his hook shone anew.
Bonnie felt the sludge burst from his missing arm and it formed a larger hand and his leg was wrapped in a casing of solid sludge so he could walk normally. Chica’s head was covered with the sludge and there was a snap and her jaw was pushed down and fixed and her arms seemed to balloon up before they shot three long claws for hands.
They looked over there new forms and then looked at the Marionette who was grinning under his mask. He then walked over to Bonnie and they were both surrounded by music notes and there was the sound of a childs chuckle and Bonnies mechanical laugh. The notes then exploded outwards and they saw that Bonnie was no longer faceless.
The Marionette’s mask was in place of Bonnie’s face and Bonnie looked around and then said through the Marionette’s mask, “I can see...and talk…and I want revenge.” The others nodded and got close together.
“Hey Freddy.” Chica got Freddy’s attention. “Remember our screech?” He grinned and they all opened their mouths...and screeched.
The whole building shook as the sound traveled throughout the halls and into the stage room causing the three animatronics to snap their eyes open. They then heard a loud bang and ran towards the noise but regretted it with what they saw. Their counterparts walked out of the storage room, looking like they had never been damaged.
Then Bonnie walked out and the Toy’s let out gasps at the mask that replaced his face. Freddy then walked up in front of them and fixed his bow tie and said with a voice filled with cruel joy.
“Allow us to show you the joy of Creation…” the Toy’s could of sworn that he flashed golden.
“and Destruction.”
Sweetie Belle walked up the road with her parents on both sides of her and she had a worried look on her muzzle. Sweetie was wearing a white shirt with a purple skirt and in her hand was a pink microphone with the top being dark purple. Mustang ruffled Sweetie’s mane with a chuckle and said with pure pride.
“I’m so proud of ya Sweetie, you’ll be going to Canterlot School for Musicians and Singers. I just know you're gonna blow them away.” Her mother giggled and pulled Sweetie into a hug.
“Thats right Sweetie, you’ll wow them for sure.” Sweetie’s worry drained from her face and was replaced with a look of confidence.
“You're right mom, dad. I’ll sing my best and get into the school!” She said with her confidence and the two adults smiled at each other at their child's happiness. They soon were in front of a set of purple doors that were connected to the large building of gold and music played throughout the building filling Sweetie with sweet harmony.
They walked into the lobby which was just a line of red velvet seats and a black carpet and at a counter stood a mare with her light blue mane tied into a bun and a white suit that blended well with her golden fur. She looked up from the scroll she was reading and saw the three ponies and gave a small smile at the filly with the microphone.
“Hello, my name is Low Melody, how may I help you three?” She asked in a happy yet calm voice. Sweetie slowly walked up to the counter and looked up at the mare with big green eyes.
“U-Um m-my name is Sweetie Mustang Belle a-and I’m here to audition for a chance to go to the s-school.” She explained with as much courage she could muster. Melody smile brightened at the potential filly and walked out from the counter and crouched down in front of Sweetie.
“I’m glad you want to be a singer Sweetie Belle but I want you to know that it will require a lot of hard work.” She then stood straight and pointed to a green door. “Fine Note, the principle of the school, is waiting for you in there. Make sure to try your best.” Sweetie grew a confident smile and nodded her head and ran to the door with her parents walked behind her.
Toy Chica screamed as three sharp claws shoved through her back and out her stomach causing oil, wires and sparks to fly from her exoskeleton and old Chica cackled with glee.
They then walked into the room and saw the room was painted purple with a large stage at the end painted gold and black. They then heard somepony clear their throat and looked over to see a stoic stallion with grey fur and a short cut black mane. On his neck was a conductor's stick with three treble clef notes surrounding it.
He was wearing a black suit and pants with black dance shoes and around his neck was a white collar with a pink tie that almost covered his Cutie Mark. His eye were a dark purple and his mane was split apart by the grey horn on his head. He looked at Sweetie Belle with a raised eyebrow before pointing towards the stage.
Freddy chuckled as he and Foxy pulled on Toy Freddy’s arms, causing him to shriek in pain until, with one more mighty heave they ripped him in half.
“If you would please take your place onto the stage and begin your original song.” He said in a voice that dripped boredom. Sweeties mind turned off though when she heard that.
‘Original song!? I never made a song!’ she panicked and slowly made her way towards the stage.
Bonnie glared down over Toy Bonnie with pure hatred and Toy Bonnie shivered and then screamed when Bonnie shoved two fingers into his eyes and one in his mouth and ripped Toy Bonnie’s face off.
The Toy’s lay scattered around the floor and the others looked at their handiwork with pride. Suddenly they heard a creak and snap come from Bonnie and saw music notes floating from his mouth, surrounding him in The Toreador March and when they scattered he stood faceless and the Marionette was back and in his fingers were three glowing black spheres.
“Thank you, all of you.” He said with a smile then the sludge from the animatronics slipped out of them and into the Marionette. They all felt the power leave them but just smiled as the Marionette started to play another song and the three orbs floated from his fingers and into a triangular vortex.
Suddenly there was a snap and they heard one of the Toys screech and they all looked back to see Mangle falling from a broken rafter piece, falling into the vortex and her exoskeleton got caught on the Marionette’s neck and they both plummeted down the vortex before everything turned black.
Sweetie Belle stood on the stage in fear as Fine Note looked at her with a raised eyebrow while scribbling something onto a paper. “Sweetie Belle, I am waiting.” He said with impatiens clear in his voice. She was about to just step down when suddenly her horn glowed pale green and a trail of magic floated around and formed a hole in the air and slowly a strange creature floated out.
Slowly music notes started to flow from the creature and formed a strange song. Suddenly Sweetie’s eyes seemed to...change, her normal pale green eyes completely changed to where the whites in her eyes turned pure black and a white pin prick was in the middle of her new eyes…
then she started to sing.
As she sung Fine Note’s eyes were wide open and he had a smile on his face as he heard the morbid song, something new! Something he hasn't heard before! As Sweetie sung, two purple streaks went down from her eyes and to her mouth.
The creature slowly started to float down to Sweetie and he seemed to fade into her head and she finished her song, the streaks of purple vanishing and her eyes changing back. Fine Note stood from his seat and clapped his hands rapidly.
“Yes! Yes! You may attend this school! That was wonderful, it was new! It was original! It’s beat, its instruments, even the lyrics were new and fresh!” Sweetie grew a large smile and suddenly a flash came from her neck, a black and white quarter note.
She was about to cheer...but she didn’t get a chance before she passed out cold.
