Marionette Fnaf Novels & Stories

A child's voice pipeline. Marie frowned. “What is this?” Helen cocked her head. “Candy's voice.” Marie froze. “What…?” Helen’s laughter danced across the room, cold, delighted, triumphant. "This is the follow-up video. Part two." She tilted the tablet so Marie could see the thumbnail: a blurry figure that looked very much like Fiona holding a shaking child. "The other one is already going viral." She grinned wider, her teeth sharp as a blade. Marie's throat closed.

A period where bonding and manipulation took place to its immeasurable depth. "Hello? Who am I speaking with?" Harry's voice came pushing from the other end. "Hi, Harry. It's Maria." She could pretend to have questions about Jackson's schedule, anything that brought her closer to him. She needed all the help she could get to achieve her dreams.

Marion, Augustin’s mate, stood up and headed for the restroom, while Augustin approached me. “Why didn’t you bring your Luna along?” Of course, he was so fucking distracted by his mate that he didn’t even bother to ask me a question about mine all those damn days we were at the evaluation together. Marion was a delicate, beautiful woman – a blonde with light blue eyes and a lot younger than him. No one could unstick them! “She’s not yet mine. Plus, she didn’t want to.” “So, there is a chick that can say no to David Nathaniel Fortner.” He said, mocking me.

When he doesn’t move, I stand still and stare him down till he says in a booming voice that matches his stature, “I assume you are Jason. My name is Marion, and I am here to take you back with me so the organization can have a talk with you. Don’t put up a fight or you may end up with a few broken bones.” Little does he know, I already have one broken arm, but I certainly don’t need to wrestle with this big man indeed. I surely would end up with another one, and then where would I be? Nodding, I take a step forward and ask, “Alright, but can you wait a few minutes while I grab my things?”

he growled, slipping a finger inside her and teasing her clit repeatedly. Marionne moaned loudly, struggling to resist grinding against his hand. The sensation was intense as he continued to pleasure her with his fingers while his other hand delivered sharp smacks to her backside. She couldn’t help but yelp and arch her back, pushing herself onto his hand. “I love that,” she pleaded. “More, Aidan. Please...give me more.” Aidan complied, delivering more sharp spanks that sent waves of both pleasure and pain through her body. Marionne tried to hold back her cries, biting down on her lip. Eventually, after five spanks, he paused and ran his middle finger through her soaked center.

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The waterfall raged on behind us. Once on dry land, I put Marion down and gave her a little shake. "Marion? Marion, c'mon wake up." Pushing the wet strands of hair out of her face, I realised her lips were open and she wasn't breathing. "No no! Marion, don't do this." I shook her harder. "Don't you dare die on me!"

Marlon thought his mother came to help him but when he realized that she was bonding his legs together with a tape, he shrieked. “Mom, what are you doing? Let go of my legs… You can’t do this to me… How could you side with these wolves when I am your only son…????” Marlon couldn’t speak after that as Eunice came near him and cut a piece of duct tape to paste over his mouth. So, all he could do was mumble in an inaudible voice. Once Marlon’s mouth was covered by the tape, she went back to tie his legs.

Mariano pulled his fingers into his mouth one by one and sucked. "You taste like strawberries." He said. "So sweet." I just watched him, my jaw touching the floor. "Close your mouth, gattina." He winked. I did.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,