X-Ataraxia-X: Another attempt to show a friend how quickly I could write a one-shout. :P
Nim: Sire, this is a new fandom for you!
XAX: Yes it is, Nim, I've been a fan of the games for a while, but I asked a friend for a fandom and character that I knew and she said FNAF and Mangle, so without further ado-
Nim: Sire! The disclaimer!
XAX: Ah yes. I don't own FNAF, that belongs to Scott Cawthon.
Nim: On with the show!
XAX: R&R!
She didn't know why they tortured her every day.
The workers said that she was a toy, but she didn't feel that way.
She felt like a freak.
The small ones would come in, screaming at her, ripping her apart and putting her together in a new shape, a new body.
A new monster.
At night, when all but one of the workers left, she would climb through the ceiling of the shop to see the one person who might be able to help her, and she would call out for help.
Then she remembered that she had been torn apart, and could no longer form words.
She sounded like a broken radio, and it scared the man behind the desk.
So she hid away again, hoping that tomorrow would be less painful, and maybe someone would finally put her back together.
I hope you enjoyed this, and I hope it hit you in the feels. :P
XAX out, PEACE!