The End of a Day

All credit goes to Scott Cawthon for making his masterpiece, Five Nights at Freddy's.

This story takes place right after the events of FNaF2. But instead of all the Toy Animatronics getting scrapped, only Mangle gets scrapped as she causes The Bite of 87.

Toy Chica's POV

I ran down the dark, cold hallway with no other intention than to just get away from everybody. I felt my tears running down my face like if I JUST started crying.

"Tee Chee! Wait!" I heard Toy Bonnie call way behind me. I really didn't want to talk to anybody after what happened. It was hard to not lose it during broad daylight as I saw my best friend in a cardboard box, being carried away from our sight. Stopping for a break, I see that none of the guys where after me, like if they didn't even care.

"Oh, Mangle." I sobbed, weakly slumping down the tiled wall next to the security office. The place was closing down, we have no guard, it's all over. So I didn't care, I let it all out, tear by tear.

Why would Mangle do something like this, she was the nicest most joyful vixen I ever met. Every night I'd help her up from her long day of being ripped apart. I look over to her party room across the main room, which is barley visible. The door was shut with a lock and police tape wrapped all around its area, I guessed they were still cleaning up the mess that was made during the incident. Just glancing at the door made me want to hurl my guts out in disgust and agony.

And the worst part about everything here is that I never got to say goodbye. She's probably laying deep inside a dirty bin with a bunch of crap. Mangle didn't deserve this, I wanted her back dammit.

"Why! FUCKING WHY!" Bursting out, I tucked my head in between my knees and wept. This made me feel like I don't want to live anymore, not without my friend. Who the hell is going to keep me company now! I felt like I was going to live all alone.

I mean, sure I got Freddy and Bon but with everyday being next to them, so much in fact that I got used to it! Balloon Boy always wandered off and I have rarely talked to Marion, but he was always in that stupid box.

My wailing continued on until I feel like my face is melting. I watched my tears hit the floor like raindrops. It was cold like a arctic cave, not helping at all.

Then, a short creak interrupted my train of thought. I turned my head and saw the parts and service room door, opened.

Surprisingly they still kept the old versions of ourselves, and somehow they had no more god damn room for Mangle. Dammit! Why can't I stop thinking about her!

Elbowing the wall, I laid my head back against the wall and closed my eyes, letting out a few tears. Suddenly, a slight warmth felt close to me. "Bonnie I'm oka-"

Before I said anything else, I opened my eyes to see a dark figure that resembled nothing like Bonnie. His fur was red, his eyes were yellow and his skin was a bit torn. "Foxy." I thought to myself.

I knew Foxy before, he was brought in one day and we saw him be rolled into the hallway leading to the parts and service room.

His body was still intact, and despite being torn it kept its shape.

He looked directly at me tilting his head. He was torn up, but not as much as I've seen the other three, in fact I thought he was in better condition out of all of them.

I stayed frozen, despite knowing him I was nervous. Could he even speak?

"What's wrong lass?" He said in a low, masculine voice. I looked at him without saying a word, I didn't know what to say to him.

He knelt down and my eyes met with his. His face was still maintained itself from tearing and decay, it was kinda cute. But I was still nervous, I never talked to any of these guys.

"Lass, what's wrong?" He repeated. Another tear rolled put of my eye and down my cheek and I looked towards the ground. Then, Foxy brought his hand to my face and gently wiped my tears off. His touch was surprisingly warm and soft for a pirate.

"Tell me lass, why are ye sad." He said placing his hand on my shoulder. I looked back up at him and when I looked him in the eyes once again, he smiled. At this point I already knew he wanted to know.

"I'm sad, because I just lost my best friend." I replied in a hushed voice. Just by saying that, tears again started welling up in my eyes. "My friend, my Mangle." I said before again getting choked up. I looked at him, he also looked at me. I started sobbing again, it's just that I couldn't take it!

Then suddenly, in a split second Foxy embraced me in his arms. At first I got surprised and even startled, but then I felt his warmth shielding me from the cold breeze.

"I'm sorry to hear that lass. But in case ye need a shoulder to cry on, I'll be here. But for now, it be almost dawn, I must be gettin back now." He said before pulling away. He got up with his eyes still locked with mines.

As soon as he was on his feet, he moved down the hallway and into the parts and service room. The door slowly closed, and I saw him take one last glance at me before it firmly shut.