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[ he really likes his new box. it's larger than his old one, and there's a shiny bright purple bow around it, it's perfect! the Marionette has all his prize plushie friends lined up along the bottom, giving them out to partygoers and mimicking the other animatronics to warm them up for the gang's big performances. but then it was the end of the day, all the children had gone home, the janitors were cleaning up.

but he knows he has to wait a little while yet, until the security guard is the only other one left in the building. for now, he waits in his box, listening intently to the music box's tune and waiting for the time when he's allowed out. ]

[Phil was about to make himself some coffee when he found a clock. Shit! He was so busy closing the books and pretty doing the work of at least three people that he forgot his main job and he was going to be late.

He had some progress for the Marionette along with a little something: a second chair for it to sit on. He passed by the old animatronics and checked on them.]

Your new parts are coming along, okay? [He did undo Old Chica's jaw wiring for the night. That was needlessly cruel of the higher-ups]

Edited 2015-01-07 13:54 (UTC)

Well, well... Look who's decided to return to Freddie's Pizzeria, and with a pizza balanced upon her arm, to boot; a pizza with some mushrooms and Greek olives and some sausage too, of course; just like what she'd attempted to order from that cute manager the last time she was here, blind drunk... She's also carrying a six pack-- of sodas, this time, rather than booze! She knows that it's almost closing time at Freddie's and thus: doesn't really want to bother the kitchen staff to keep the fountain drinks up and running for the date night she has planned with this cutie-pie manager.

As far as she could tell, the place was almost completely closed down, now, so she pasted on a grin as she went in search of the manager. "Hallo, there, Handsome... Want a bit of a date night, tonight...?" She bopped him on the nose playfully.

Edited (whoops TYPOES! xD sorry!) 2015-01-07 20:50 (UTC)

This was going to be a problem as Phil glanced at the clock. No one could be there with him as the graveyard shift began; he had to survive the night on his own. "Ma'am, while I am touched at your gift and your pizza," do it gently Gray, "It's almost time for my shift and I really can't have anyone stay here after hours."

Phillip didn't want anyone else to die from the animatronics' wrath. "Like I said, I'll have to do a rain check."

"Aww..." Rosemarie pouted a little bit, of course, as she was ushered towards the door. "C'mon, who's gonna really know if you have someone else here, with you? I mean-- honestly?-- the robots aren't going to mind, I'm sure...." She patted the one rabbit on its adorable little head as she said this last bit, in the most cloying tone possible: "Will you, now??"

Phillip was not kidding around and he sternly pulled her hand away from Bonnie, "They will and they do mind. Leave now, or Fazbear Entertainment will not be held responsible for death, injury or dismemberment."

There were many things Gray could tolerate but disrespect to the bots crossed a lot of lines.

Who was disrespecting the damned robots? Certainly not Rosemarie; she was giving the bunny bot a gentle pat, as a friendly sort of gesture... "I -- see... But hey: what if there's a waiver, or something of the sort...? I mean, I was a law student; I could just-- just draft one up right here!" She grins up at the young man who's dragging towards the door. "Go on, then! You really don't want to be here alone, now do you....?"

"Ma'am, I can't tell you the reason but just trust me," he was almost begging her to save herself from this, "I've been doing this alone for years now. I-it's for the best!"

Bonnie was going to unleash hell this night, enough for Phil to have the phone on standby.

"Ma'am!?" Rosemarie repeated, sounding (and looking!) vaguely offended at being referenced as a bloody old woman! In a habit she had no doubt taken from her own mother, she was reaching out to slap him for failing to refer to her as a "Miss" instead, when she suddenly grinned again, as finally it fell into place in her mind: "Oh my GOD... You've been doing this for "years", and yet-- you're still scared of this place, aren't you? At night, in the dark...?"

"Whatever you're implying, it's not it," Phil growled now, "These are malfunctioning robots that have to be handled by an experienced night guard. No other persons can be present, no matter what they insist."

[ that was different. it was too early yet, the restaurant closed and no customers or children inside, the cleaning staff finishing up their shifts and getting ready to leave, and the music box was slowing down. it didn't take long for his favourite melody began to play - his favourite, because it meant he could leave the box. so, obviously, out he went, pushing the lid off the top and slinking out to the floor.

since the only noise in the building now is coming from the service area, that's where he starts crawling towards, avoiding the cameras and any possible detection. maybe he can go talk to the others for a while, see how they're doing.

and sure enough the security guard is there, checking up on everyone as well. the puppet crawled up quietly behind him, sitting on the floor right behind the man as he spoke to Chica. careful turning around. ]

Apparently Rosemarie found his "growling" very sexy, because she only clung to him even harder at that, still smiling outrageously at Phil. "Aww, are you sure you don't want some help dealing with those-- um-- Malfunctioning robots? I mean, I was an engineering student-- or at least," she paused, suddenly realising that she had already told this young hottie that she was an ex-law student, and added, quickly, "At least-- I mean, I dated an engineering student... And I think I learned some things from him!"

[Phil was just about done with the repairs with Chica and grabbing an old Bonnie face mold to fit it in]

Dammit, I thought this replica could work but your nose would be on wrong, right?

[He nearly jumped out of his skin when he was face to face with the Marionette]

Jeez, you're quieter than I thought! I thought we'd meet in the office like last time.

[The puppet was seeing Gray as his most informal, hands covered in grease and brow laden with sweat]

How'd you like your new box?

"I. Do. Not. Need. Help."

Phillip was now as tense as he could be without snapping. "Please leave or I will call the police on you and have you escorted."

He was having no nonsense and the closer the clock got to 12 am, the more desperate the situation became.

"Ooh, yes? Escorted where, exactly...? Because of course, if it's to your kinky little dungeon, well-- I'm all for that!" She grinned up at him, still, even under his threats and his obviously about-to-snap temper. "I mean, honestly: I could just wait for you in your bed, for when you're ready to get off--." Now her grin turned the slightest bit mischievous as she added, "Of work, that is to say!"

((ooc PS: if you'd like to move this to my musebox comm, or even the smutty sixwordstories comm, well... just let me know...! xD <33))

Edited 2015-01-07 23:56 (UTC)

"That is IT. Miss, I have been very patient with you but this...I cannot and WILL NOT have sex with you! I cannot, in good faith, cannot have sex with you now. Your insistence is disturbing!" Phil snapped, "I'm at work and I would really appreciate it if you could vacate the premises! This is harassment and if you are a law student, you will KNOW that this is an punitive offense and YOU KNOW IT! Please leave and understand my situation!"

[ he can't help it. it's just so much fun scaring the bejeezus out of adults.

they're on somewhat more amicable terms now, ever since the man agreed to help him. so the puppet doesn't stare menacingly at him - as much. he still likes to remind him of their agreement, and what should happen to the man if he doesn't manage to bring that man here. but, for now, the puppet can smile and be friendly.

he waves a hand at him, slowly nods his head in response to his question: yes, he does like the new box very much! and then he moves forward, closer to Chica so he can start crawling up her body, to sit on her shoulders. she never minded him. ]

"Awww... And who said anything about sex here!?" Rosemarie pulled an offended face, again, as she realised just what this man thought she was implying. "In front of all these creepy little Robots--.

"Sorry, sorry, but-- y' know," she remarked, patting the bunny-rabbit's head, again, gingerly this time. "You are rather creepy, with your bloody eyes always moving about..." And then, suddenly, she noticed that the rabbit's eyes were actually following her, and she moved slightly out of its way, just to see if the eyes would follow again...

[He was still handling Bonnie's replacement face as he talked]

So good news, I have a name for your, um, killer. His name is Vincent [he pointed at the file in his backpack] though I suspect he was under a false name. I had Tom run the man's name and social security number but no match. I'll keep looking, probably working around the area...

Do you mind asking Bonnie if this face feels uncomfortable?

"Okay see? Creepy bot, you can leave now," Gray was about to pull out any device he could to get Rosemarie out of the restaurant....He remembered the fire extinguisher and promptly carried it with him, aiming at her.

"Miss, please GET OUT! I WILL USE THIS IF NECESSARY."

"Oh dear LORD!" But of course, as she was slightly high on life, or high on something else, at least, she was still grinning at him. "I mean-- you are a little bit PUSHY, aren't you?" She giggled slightly, and then waved at him, with the hand underneath the pizza box, rather than the one holding the six-pack, because as she'd pointed out on the occasion of their first meeting, she was a lithe little thing... "Anyway, I'll go home, and wait for you to find me, hot stuff... I mean, I could even save you some of this pizza!" So saying, and still smiling, of course, she set down the six-pack of sodas, and skipped to the door, merrily...

He fired the fire extinguisher at her anyways, not out of any delight but sheer exasperation and disturbance. He had no issue using the device if it meant that he could survive this night in peace, "If I see you around these parts again, I am getting a court order on you. NO MEANS NO AND THAT APPLIES TO MEN AS WELL."

[ Vincent, huh. definitely sounds like the name for a bad guy, like the stories his mama used to read to him before bed at night. at least the guard is still looking, but he really wishes it would be sooner rather than later.

still, might as well help out where he can. the puppet crawls over to Chica's other shoulder, pulling his spindly legs to his chest and staring over at poor Bonnie. he's always had the worst of it. after a moment of staring, he moves again, this time over to Bonnie's shoulders - and promptly sticks his head in Bonnie's empty face.

hmm. he can still blink. interesting.

after a few minutes he leans back out, and turns his head to look over at the security guard. Bonnie says he's willing to try it out. ]

Finding your killer will take a while, he's been doing this for years. I've been looking over any similar disappearances in the Tri-State area. [That and the police weren't willing to give out case details to anyone but family or lawyers. He was running into the same roadblocks as before, only this time his life was on the line]

[He placed the mask on and adjusts it as tight as he can on Bonnie's face. He coughed a bit, there was a stink in the air again.]

Damn, you guys still haven't been cleaned, have you?

[Phil was sure he, along with some of the night staff] I told Brad from Dayshift to do it while I took my rest break. Did you guys scare him?

Edited 2015-01-08 02:16 (UTC)

[ if an animatronic could heave a sigh, he certainly would. it's been years, if they don't catch him soon Vincent's going to die of old age. poor mama, still missing him all this time, and that man getting away with it all. it's not fair.

the puppet moves out of the way for the guard to give Bonnie his new face - and look at that, it fits! Marionette smiles, claps his hands together. that's much better, now Bonnie can sing with the rest of the gang again.

he does tilt his head though. cleaning? he can't smell, but their insides certainly are a little unsightly. and he shrugs - it's possible. but that Brad guy's pretty easy to creep out. Marionette just peeks his head out of his box and stares, the guy practically wets his pants. it's funny. ]