Cgha: "Can't go home again" is a fnaf fanfiction on fanfiction.net written by user; Mable. this is a oneshot/spin-off containing its main characters.
Reupload from fanfiction.net user DragonsOMG (cause thats me ;))

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“What do you mean there's 6 parties today?!”

Marionettes voice, laced with static broke though the moderate quiet of Foxy’s.

    “I mean exactly what I said Marion! Somehow they all stacked up without fritz or I noticing!” Mike spoke as he threw his hands up defensively.  Fritz, who had been standing to the side chimed in,

“4 of those parties asked for you specifically too..”

That revelation caused marionette to chime and stalk off, the mixed reaction confusing both humans.

Marionette was abnormally tired, he had just wanted a quiet day with mike, but instead he got 6 parties. He was happy to be wanted and liked, but gosh darn it, he needed a break, everything ached and he felt strange.

At this rate of stress he'd start seeing purple in a couple hours. Which wouldn't be good for any adult in the vicinity. His chiming turned staticy as he entered the prize corner, foxy watched, just as confused as mike and fritz. Normally marionette would be excited for extra parties, so this reaction was making both foxy and mike uneasy. Fritz just walked into the kitchen, his one line said and done.

Foxy wandered around his stage for a moment, then hopped off, casting a gaze at mike before lumbering into the prize room. Catching marionette kneeling in his box.

“Ay, lad, what be bothein’ ye?” His accent was strong, but he dropped it in his next sentence. “Mike looked awfully confused when you stalked off, everything alright marion?”

His tone betrayed his concern for his younger brother.

Marionette sighed, just looking down. Truthfully he didnt know if he was alright. He hadn't been this tired in quite awhile, the last time being after he had been kicked from his body by Goldie.

He spoke his thoughts to foxy, causing his brother to examine him with worry.

“Yer stripes are fading.,.” Foxy's voice took on an even more worried tone. A thought and fear crossing his mind to what that could mean.

Marionette reached up, touching his mask in confusion.

“It is..? Maybe ill have to get mike to paint them..”

He ignored the fact that they had never needed to be painted before, his own tears doing the job for him. He refused to think of what this could mean.

Despite his tiredness, he managed to power through the day.

Yet he managed to have an accident during almost every party, either dropping something or being unable to play the birthday music correctly.

Mike and foxy had progressively gotten more and more concerned. The latter doing his best to take over whenever his brother seemed to be lagging.

Mike was there each time marionette failed to do,something, examining his mask secretly each time.

By closing time mike hadn't left marionettes side in a few hours, confusing Marion through his slowness. Normally he would stay close, but wasn't a foot away like mike had been for the past 4 hours.

Mike insisted on driving the both of them,home instead of the normal separation of driving and teleporting. Marion didn't complain, being too sluggish to even do so.

As mike pulled onto the driveway marion caught a glimpse of his eyes, seeing the welling tears and growing worried to the cause.

“Mike? Is everything alright…?” His voice was laced with tired static.

Mike rubbed his eyes furiously**

“I'm fine Mari, just some dust in my eyes..”

Marionette didn't believe him, but decided not to press unless it happened again.

Mike opened the car door, and Marion took this as his cue to vanish inside.

Instead of a normal landing he found himself sprawled on the ground, to tired and faint to move.

‘whats happening? W-why can't I move!?’

Marionette began to panic, static creeping through him. Mike opened the door, spotting him then rushing over, seeming frantic to check his mask.

Over the course of the day both mike and foxy had noticed the fading colors, growing distressed and worried over this fact.

What had just happened to Marion demented a theory the two had come up with, causing mike to hiccup out a few tears and hold marionette close.

Said male was confused, mike was crying and holding him as if he was going to vanish.

Then it clicked, his panic creeping in, he didn't want this! He didn't want to leave!? What had happened? Was he too happy? Had he been too content?

He was moving on and he had no control over it.

He was going to leave mike.

He cried, but the paint didn't stick, his fingers clutching weakly at his boyfriends shirt.

He managed to speak once, his voice was distorted and distraught,

“I-I d-don't..w-wanna g-go..-”