Anette Marionette the Fourth is a Brain Bun, a humanoid-looking doll figure that has brains for part of her hair. She’s a pretty face that currently works as a marionette doll owned by a mall! Her stand is stationed right next to a toy store by the name of TOYZ and she’ll host fancy dance shows for all the mall goers to see!

Whenever it’s daytime, her life gets strung along by a pair of silky strings, controlled dictated by the mechanical cogs of the toy box she’s attached to. She’ll wear a cherry red smile while dancing along to the same damn melody.

Her days consist of annoying ass kids peering at her through a glass and adults taking shitty pictures of her for the whole world to see. She's quite the vintage idol.

If only she could be free.

Personality

Anette is often not very happy.

Since she's had very limited interaction with other people, there's not much that can be said about her. However, she's quite the sweet and humble gal yet she can also be pretty sad and despairing.

Backstory

Like all Brain Buns, Anette was built in a factory. She was born with a consciousness, so from the moment she was made, she was completely aware of everything that went around her.

She would soon wish that she wasn’t conscious.

Shortly after her creation, Anette was donned in glamorous itchy clothes. She was hung by a set of strings before being placed in her boxy prison.

For what felt like years, Anette would be programmed to dance during the day. But once the lights in the mall would flicker off, she would sit there, collecting dust and depression, until the sun would rise and it was time to open up for business again.

As the time ticked by, something grew inside her.

Resentment.

Day by day, Anette began to develop a hatred for the mall goers that would watch her waste her life away.

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She began to despise the humans that would smear their grimey hands all over the glass pane, staring down at her with those disgusting eyes. She hated their gazes, the flash of their shiny cameras, the way that they’d watch her move to the same goddamn dance over and over again.

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She just wants to be treated right. She wants to be able to make her own decisions.

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And that is the story of where Anette the Marionette doll is to this day!

Other

Anette may or may not be able to be free sooner or later in the near future, for she may not remain stuck in her mechanical toy box forever. The possibilities (and foreshadowing) are there.