I received a request from R.S and Rascal to write a short story featuring Phantom Mangle and well I gave them one. Enjoy the story and feel free to leave feedback.
A broken memory watched as the flames drew closer, the flicking tongues morphing into different colors. They were beautiful, so very beautiful.
She was just a shadow of what once was, now just a shattered soul. Her colors had long faded, but the feeling of being constantly torn apart, the feeling as the plastic protecting her metal bones cracked and splintered. That pain would never go away. The children turned her into their very own plaything, giving her this twisted form of mashed up animatronic parts.
Phantom Mangle turned her head to gaze upon the figure slumped beside her. His eyes held no more hope, only pain and suffering. This was all that was left of Freddy Fazbear, the same tortured look in his eyes mirrored in her own.
Freddy gazed into the fire, its light reflecting off his withered suit. "Let it burn." Phantom Freddy whispered looking at the other animatronic with cold pity. "Maybe this is the only way to be free, the only way to escape this nightmare."
"You should know by now old friend that nothing will set us free. We are her toys, her little dolls that she will never be tired of playing with. Continuing to twist our forms, wanting us to break so she can live inside of us."
Phantom Mangle met the old animatronic's surprised gaze with faltering love. "Yes Phantom Freddy we will burn, our metal prisons will melt down while we scream for the end that will never come. We belong to her my love and she will bring us back, until nothing remains of us."
Phantom Freddy smiled weakly at the once lovely animatronic. "At least we'll be together."
Phantom Mangle gave a static filled chuckle, glaring at him with bitterness. "Every time she brings us back a little piece of us fades away. Soon we won't remember each other, we won't remember the past. I'm looking forward to it. You never loved me Freddy, always trying to make a move on that withered bird. It hurt Freddy, almost as much as feeling my metal body being torn apart."
Mangle tilted her head and grinned at the horrified bear. "You better hope that I don't remember, Freddy. Hope and pray that one day we will be free, but there is no heaven to me, only this place where dreams shatter and smolder. She could never break me my love, it was you. It was always you. I will give myself up to her Freddy, I wish you the best of luck, I really do."
The room was filled with silence except for the sounds of cracking and popping from the fire. The two animatronics stared at the flames. One with fear and the other with acceptance. It moved swiftly towards them, taunting with its colorful beauty.
Tears ran down Phantom Freddy's mask as he gazed into the blinding light. He felt heat, so much warmth.
"I'm sorry I did love you once you know that...right?" The bear murmured not expecting a response.
"I wish that I could believe that Freddy, I really do," whispered a static filled voice tinged with sorrow and lost hope.
The fire enveloped the two animatronics, feeding greedily on the tattered suits, for it was starving. Two puddles of oil and liquid metal pooled on the floor, but strangely did not merge. Not as if it mattered, for the fire soon consumed them as well.