Synthetic Agony
Chapter One
The sounds of happy children laughing and playing and just enjoying their youth could bring a smile to just about anyone's face. Not The Mangle's. Its face remained stoic, frozen in an expression of shock and pain. The sight of a child running towards it with a big smile plastered on his face would warm most anyone's heart. Not The Mangle's. Its mechanical ticker skipped a beat as a feeling of cold dread squeezed it like a vice. It brought with it an emotion that it knew all too well.
Fear.
The Mangle was afraid of The Child. With it came a mob of its cohorts, donned in a dizzying array of multicolored clothing that made them look like a tide of sugar hyped crayons that chattered and squeaked away in a language The Mangle strained and failed to understand.
They were ushered into 'The Kids Cove' by their tired looking parents and a team of bored looking Employee's that would rather be anywhere else than here, dealing with the squealing little devils. The Mangle wanted to beg for mercy as the horde drew ever closer to where it lay shattered on the linoleum, surrounded by the broken pieces of its own body.
The Children looked at The Mangle with smiling faces that were marred with pizza sauce and smudged with candies of all kinds. They were going to torture it in every way imaginable until something called them away, and The Mangle didn't know if it would survive this time. It almost didn't want too. Every inch of its body hurt and ached and no matter how bad the pain became, The Mangle could not cry out for help. The Children had made sure of that when they nearly ripped its voice box out of its throat days ago. They were every bit as evil as they appeared to The Mangle.
As the Staff wandered to the back of The Cove to simply observe and make sure nobody was damaging Corporate Property, aside from The Mangle, The Children rushed the battered and worn Fox and plunged their grubby, dirty hands into her exposed insides and started to yank and pull on anything that could get a grip on.
Their laughter sounded like the toll of a death bell to The Mangle, their smiling faces were warped into twisted and demonic images in The Mangle's mind as its vision cut to static and failed, then rebooted and returned just in time to see a child scampering away with its foot clutched to her chest like it was a hard earned prize.
The Mangle wanted to weep, lash out it its attackers and scream in agony…but it couldn't. After all, it wouldn't be good for Fazbear Entertainment if one of their machines started to screech like a dying animal in the middle of playtime in The Cove, much less bite off a Childs head in self defense. Its own programming forced it to stay still and suffer in silence as it was ravaged by the Monsters. That's what they were…Monsters. How the others could love these things was a mystery to The Mangle.
As it was torn apart and shoved back together all wrong, Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria continued to chug along like clockwork, serving customers and making them happy, oblivious and uncaring to the suffering Mangle as it cried in silence, asking the one question it wanted an answer to more than anything else.
"Why?"