The JereMike Collection

Game Over

Mangle paused for a moment, observing the unmoving puppet. "...Can't say I'd argue wit' him either. Ye looking as if someone tangled ye heartstrings in a knot. Knit-wit job, I'd say..."

The Marionette gave a little shrug. "I'm waiting" A look of confusion was his response, even the Endo dimming at the lack of explanation "For what? The music to play out?" He chuckled.

Marionette stiffened. "Hopefully, no"

The fox spared a glance to her other half, shrinking him away before leaning closer to the puppet; a show of comfort. "What's troublin' ya?" She asked, eyeing him carefully. Much to the Mangles displeasement, he didn't answer, only giving the slight shake of his mask. He didn't want to speak, supposedly.

Well, Mama Mangle wouldn't stand for that. Marionette may play the master puppeteer in all things, but even he had his own winding wails.

"If ye truly torn by the wee lad, maybe I should fetch him for ya" She commented, "Poor fellow, easy prey for that scandalous dog. Scared out his wits, I tell ya. Could hear his heartbeat from across the building"

The music box's notes slowed, easing into the final set melody. Marionette felt his limbs go slack, a shimmer of hope drain from his being. He quickly recollected himself, reminding himself that there was still a certain two headed fox in the room. "He's brave..." He heard himself say, "I have faith in him"

"Aye, but ye scared too, aren't ya?"

Surprisingly, the puppet reacted. Standing from his corner in the box, the slithered to eye level with Mangle with snake like movements. A calm, collected gesture, a display of assurance. Though the fox could see through the mask of confidence he was inwardly agreeing with her assumption.

"Don't see why ya couldn't have just found the dog and finish him..." She continued, knowing full well she was working on his nerves. "Demented he is, but flesh and bones still. Should be easy enough to end him. Save ye and the wee one some trouble..."

"Even if the body dies, the soul with live on. Right now, that man is nothing more than a vessel for a monster, one who's waited for a long time for someone of equal agony to come along." The puppet retorted, his tone carrying heavily in the air. "Benjamin had tainted that man with a foul rot, a illness of the mind that will eat away at him until there is nothing left but a hollow shell carved into his perfect fit. He is a parasite, Fox, one bent on draining dear Micheal until he has given into the sickness"

Endo piped to attention. "Then's there nothing that can be done, right?"

Marionette paused. "It's a atrocious disease, but it can be cured."

"Oh, is that so?" Mangle chimed in, a playfulness lacing her tone. "And ye think the wee one to be the cure? Because he's lookin' more alike to a dog bone at this point..."

"Don't speak of him so lightly. Little clover is of more than what meets the eye..." The Marionette snarked, body going stiff.

Mangle leaned back and pulled an expression of playful mockery, Endo following suit. "Don't get ye strings tangled now. Ye might tear a stitch" She giggled, returning to her stance. Even if he wasn't happy, it was good to see him back to his normal self.

A shadow of a frown fell across his mask. Marionette spared a glare to the two, before slinking back down into his corner. The music box was approaching it's final stage now, a dreadful pause in between each note.

Mangle crawled off the ceiling, easing into the prize box with the puppet. It was big enough to hold something of her size, though she could curl into herself just enough to allow the Marionette much needed space. Endo inwardly protested at the motion, but Mangle ignored him, sitting quietly with the two bots.