We are still here... (FNAF ) (NO MORE CANONS)

[GarnetTheFox]

Accepted *Marionette hands you a present* start where ever!))

[Anachronism]

(*Jeremy runs off screaming and I take the present* Yay! ^^)

For the first two nights at Freddy's Pizzeria, Jeremy had had no problem with the suits, though the man that he'd ended up dubbing 'Phone Guy' gave him a warning that kept him checking vents and shining his flashlight down the hall. No animatronic entered his office, and he was beginning to think he was dumb for believing the man on the phone. Sure, he felt watched sometimes but that was dismissible. He'd been busy scribbling away at notes when he heard a tune play from a distant room, and instinctively reached for his mask. He paused, and when nothing attacked, he shined his flashlight down the hall way from where I seemed to be coming from. Certain that there was a rational explanation for the music, he got up and trudged down the hallway, hearing the music grow only more intense the further he walked.

[GarnetTheFox]

Marionette ~ I ignored the purple man and followed the footsteps I started hearing. I peer around the hallway corner and see the new security guard. I start playing pop goes the weasel but only for a few seconds.

[Anachronism]

Jeremy looked to the left, seeing nothing. He made a soft noise of worry, pointing his flashlight toward the door ahead of him when he heard voices; they were distorted and muffled by the music playing, but they were still present. He looked briefly at the drawings hung up on the wall, debating with himself if investigating was really worth it, when he saw movement in the light. His heart skipped a beat as he turned to look at the anomaly, and his mouth fell agape.
"No, no, no, no, no....." The music seemed to resonate from inside this puppet, and it was much louder now than it had been. He blinked once, praying it was a trick with the light, but it was still there. He screamed internally at himself for being so dumb and scrambled backwards, flashlight making a loud crack on the linoleum as he hyperventilated to get away from whatever force was allowing the animatronics to move about.

[GarnetTheFox]

May I ask do you draw?))

Marionette ~ I smiled because it always cheered me up scaring the guard...I come around the corner and look at the flashlight.

[Anachronism]

(Yes, I do draw, but I've submitted anything online. I'm not very good. Why?)

Jeremy scrambled backward on his hands after he fell onto his back. Since the puppet wasn't charging at him with a grotesque costume to shove him into, he took it as a good sign that they didn't want to kill him. At least, not yet. His relief at the empty hallway vanished when he realized, with a sick feeling rising in his chest, that his flashlight was lying on the other end of the hallway, the...thing...seemingly challenging him to come back for it. He sat up on his haunches and hugged himself worriedly, not knowing what to do. Why was there so much noise emanating from the small room? And why was the marionette guarding it? There was only one way to find out, so he furrowed his brow and flicked through the cameras until he found the right one.
"Oh god..." He breathed, "Is that a person?" He couldn't really tell who it was, a table was in the way, but there was a man in the room with several animatronics.

[GarnetTheFox]

(I started an art shop for FNAF and MLP since Thats what IM good at so far...and I wondered if you were an artist...)

Marionette ~ I grab the flashlight and point it back towards the room she came from. She flashed it in morsel code "danger".

[Anachronism]

(I'd make some pieces but I don't have the tech savvy or the skill to do so, lol. Thanks for asking though! I do have a question, though, is the Marionette warning the animatronics or Jeremy?)

[GarnetTheFox]

(Okay if you ever are interested you know where i am! Oh and she's warning Jeremy...)

[Anachronism]

"That's a person." He stated again, under his breath. He didn't believe it himself, but the video feed was live and un-tampered with. "That's a person...that they're going to stuff into a suit." He hissed to himself, head jerking up when light shined in his face in a flickering manner. The clicks of the light were precise, in a pattern that he guess may be the thing trying to communicate. Either that, or it was taunting him with his lost possession. Shielding his eyes from the light, he stood up from his desk, holding the tablet to his chest. Hoping the possibility was the former, and that the animatronic was trying to say, "Hey, sorry for giving you a heart attack!", he called the only phrase he could think of: "D-don't hurt h-him!" He yelled, but his attempt at an assertive voice was worse than pathetic. He didn't understand the events prior to this night or he might have tried to turn a blind eye on this whole scenario. Unfortunately, he was unaware of the crimes the man in the room had committed, and thus he was determined not to let them gang up on the cornered man.