ThatOneAuthorSerperior here, welcoming you to my first ever fanfiction! Before you read, please use common sense and don't flame me for little mistakes. Constructive criticism and helpful reviews are always appreciated, especially with my first fic. Enjoy!
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By ThatOneAuthorSerperior and The messed up writer
Disclaimer: I do not own FNAF or any characters/settings related to it. Please support the official releases.
Chapter 1
The Mangle. A name that would strike fear in most, and disgust others. A remnant of a beauty long past, now a scrapped abomination, left to rot in this abandoned, forsaken diner. She was forgotten, broken, and, well, mangled. Yet to him, she was beautiful.
Light steps echoed dully on the dirty, moldy, checkered tile floor, scattering the mice, rats, and other rodents who resided there. The young man's chocolate brown eyes darted cautiously in every direction, his senses all on high alert. He was the newest night guard here at the Fazbear Fright: The Horror Attraction, yet he was no stranger to this place. This place is his life, his childhood. Or at least it was. Now it was nothing but a place with bad memories bad scares. As he walked around, exploring what he had once remembered with perfect clarity, he came across a line of posters along a wall, all of them showcasing the animatronics that used to be here. The sight made his eyes water and his heart hurt.
The posters were colorful, with the theme colors matching the animatronics' body colors. There was everyone from Freddy to Foxy, as well as their newer Toy variants. However, one stuck out the most. It was a pink and white poster, with her on it. She was easily his favorite back then, and he couldn't help but reminisce on the past, before everything happened.
He was a simple child back then, a joyful, carefree 8-year old, running around what was then known as Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, back in its prime-time before it was filled with desolation. He would chow down as much pizza as he could handle, then dash around the main area, playing, joking, and just goofing around with his favorite animatronics. He had loved all the animatronics, from the brave Captain Foxy to the gentle, yet slightly off-kilter Chica. They were all his closest friends, giving him more joy than anyone ever could. However, there was one animatronic that he held closest to his heart…
The snow-white vixen Toy Foxy, or as he preferred to call her, Foxina. At the time, he didn't know what drew him to her, whether it was her warm golden eyes, her light, gentle voice, or maybe, deep down, it was the way she shook her hips in just the right way when she danced. Either way, she was his favorite, and he would have gladly told her that.
But then… then they broke her. They ripped her apart. And he saw it first-hand
