Broken Dreams

By:Jonathan & Nasira

Life was a living hell for Foxy. Until he met her.

Chapter One: The Meet

~Foxy POV~

He wandered the dark and cold halls of the empty pizzeria. His metal foot making small clink sounds at every footstep, filling the silence. It was then that he noticed a hidden door, and he scraped off a poster that covered its name.

Parts & Service

He entered the room,after busting the door open. The room smelled of oil and rust, and it had a dark aura. He felt like leaving, but something inside him made him walk inside, looking around. He saw spare masks, empty suits, and spare endo skeletons. He was about to leave, when he heard a small whisper.

"Hello..? Is someone there..?" Called a small, frail voice. It sounded slightly glitched, so he hesitated to respond.

"Um.. H-hello?" He called back, searching for the voice.

Out of the shadows came a feminine fox, whose "fur" was white and she had pink cheeks. Her lips were red and she seemed to be perfect.. But she wasn't. One of her eyes was black, and her arm was seemingly ripped off. Her leg was worn out and for some reason her ear looked like it had bite marks (from children I guess.. Idk). Parts of her plastic fur were missing. But she still looked perfect.

Foxy stared as she walked closer, examining him. It felt as if she was staring directly into his soul, her black eye never moving away from his normal eyes.

She waved, and then stood in front of him for a while, waiting for him to make the next move.

"I-I'm Foxy.. Foxy the Pirate Fox." Foxy stuttered

"I'm Toy Foxy, but people just call me Mangle" Mangle replied, grinning. "It's nice to meet you."

She reached her weak hand out for a handshake. Foxy accepted it with a smile on his face.

"How did you get like this?" Foxy questioned.

"I was made to be able to be disassembled and assembled a multitude of times. But, the kids tore me to pieces" Mangle answered. "At least you are in better shape, not in full condition but still better than me."

She darkly laughed a little, remembering how she used to be able to laugh and sing with the others. Now she was just a broken piece of trash. She missed the light and missed her friends.

She even missed the kids that broke her.

~flashback~

"Ahaha let's take off this piece!" one child proposed.

"Okay! And this one.. Wait! It won't come off!" Another cried.

They all began tugging at the parts that helped fix her. They broke off, and mangle blacked out, but she could hear everything.

"Mommy it broke!"

"Oh no! We broke Mangle!"

"step aside kids, we'll fix mangle soon."

Except they didn't. She was thrown into the parts and service room, and soon the children forgot she ever existed. She became a thing of the past, and was left to rust away in a trash pile.

~end of flashback~

"Wow" Foxy exclaimed. "They just left you here to rot away?"

"Suppose so" Mangle replied. "If I had the chance to be onstage again, I would do anything for it."

An idea popped into Foxy's head. What if I could get her parts to allow her to be up onstage again?

"Foxy?" Mangle said.

"Yea" Foxy replied.

"What brings you here to this pizzeria?" Mangle asked.

"My building was raided and all of my friends and I got chopped into pieces." Foxy remembered.

"Huh, who would do such a thing to a nice fox like you" Mangle blushed.

"I don't know but whoever did it, I will make them pay for what they had done" Foxy replied.

To Be Continued...