Hey all, welcome to a mangled perspective...I hope you guys aren't expecting something cheerful, because this is more of a vent story...yes guys I have been feeling really really really low lately and I decided to have Mangle vent my...well...angst for me
Mangle: sure use me as a freakin stress ball
Disclaimer: 5NaF characters and universe are copy write Scott Cawthon...image I used is copy write Red-dog at furaffinity or hootbark at tumblr...song used here is Sever the cables by River Road Noise Machine
Usually everyone's lives has their ups and downs and when they have a down, people just say "when life gives you lemons, you squeeze the juice into life's eyes"…or some shit like that…I dunno.
In case you're wondering who is talking…a better question to ask is what is talking. My name is Mangle, yes I know what you're thinking, what kind of person has a name like Mangle? Let me correct you on something…I am not a person…in fact I'm not even alive. I'm a robotic children's entertainer…or in laymen's terms…an animatronic.
What I was supposed to be an animatronic of, there's the million dollar question. It's been so many years since I could remember my original form, I've been torn apart and put back together so many times that I think I didn't even have an original form. Yes, you may now point and go "holy shit, what the hell is that thing?!"
Don't worry, I've heard it all before, not really an animatronic anymore as much as a mess of sentient animatronic parts…a living jigsaw puzzle with no solution…a walking junkyard…yeah, cmon, I know you have some new ones for me.
If you're wondering how I got this way…kids, fucking little monsters, people don't know when to keep a leash on them. While I don't remember my original form, I do remember the pain, the pain of being torn apart and forcibly put back together.
"You shouldn't be thinking these thoughts…Mangle"
Excuse me, that would be the second head I have…dunno what he's from, nor do I care. But, I will say that he is fucking annoying as shit and can't keep his mouth shut sometimes.
"Awww…I'm only trying to keep you company…I mean, you're only so worthless that none of the other animatronics want anything to do with you"
"Why don't you do us both a favor? You hate me…I hate you…so fucking leave…me…alone!"
The second head only smirks at me but keeps his trap shut, and yet…what he said wasn't wrong. Toy Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, BB, and the puppet all despise me. Thinking that I'm bringing the pizzeria down due to my horrible state, course I can't really disagree since most people scream when they see me.
Irony in its purest form as I was designed to replace…uh….Fixy…no…Firby…no…Foxley? Damnit, what was his name?
"His name was Foxy, Mangle…a far BETTER animatronic then you'll ever be!"
Well fuck you too, I never asked to be paired with a….you know what…just, just fuck you! But yeah….second head is right, I was designed to replace Foxy as he was deemed too scary…and now here I am sitting in a darkened corner as a pile of sentient animatronic parts, people always getting nervous when they see me.
It's at this point the camera light flashes on and illuminates the darkened room known as Kid's cove. Kids' cove, a place where I was to take care of the younger members of our audience, but the fuckin little monsters loved grabbing things they shouldn't. I turn to look at the camera with my single working eye, the night guard is always watching me, and I guess I can't really blame him.
If you saw an animatronic that was a jumbled up mess of parts but was sentient, wouldn't you want to watch it constantly as well?
For a few minutes, the camera studies me as I'm tempted to flick up a middle finger towards it, unfortunately I can't remember which limbs are my arms anymore so I just continue to stare at the camera until it eventually shuts off with another camera activating somewhere else in the pizzeria.
"Heh, guess he got sick of looking at a worthless pile of junk"
Ya know, there are times where I want someone to just fucking end me already, but no, I have to sit here…listen to this asshole talk me down…and I can't do a damn thing about it. Now you may be wondering, why don't I get upset by any of this? I gave up trying to care about anything a long time ago, around the time when management officially labeled me as just the mangle.
Yes, I also had an original name, but that too is lost in my memory banks.
"Along with your gender, heh…I bet all those people that see you are making Rule 34, 35, and 63 of ya…or maybe you're just unidentifiable"
"Why won't you just shut up already?!" God I wish I could bite that fucker's head off, it'd give me some fucking peace while I wait for my complete and utter destruction.
"Why won't who shut up Mangle?"
I flinch, that voice belonged to the one and only Toy Freddy Fazbear, the lead singer of our…ahem…merry band. I slowly look up and sure enough the three toy animals are at the edge of Kids' cove with scowls on their faces, all glaring hatefully at me.
"Talkin to yerself again? Heh…I think she…or he…or it has finally gone off the deep end Fred" I glared at the chick, Toy Chica was always pushing me down with lewd comments and slang. I despise her so much, but when the blue bunny of the group speaks up, I am only hit with sadness. TB or Bon as I knew him was one of the few friends I used to have, until my voice box shorted out one day and screwed up an important show of his.
"You are such a worthless useless hunk of scrap…why I was friends with you, I'll never know, and while I'd love to take out the "trash"…we are prohibited from damaging each other…so we'll just have to deal with a pathetic piece of garbage such as yourself" I wanted to cry, really, I did, but any tears were long and gone. TB's words stung hard, but I had given up caring about what any of them said now.
"TB…TC, can yall give me a moment with…it?" The way Fred had said "it" made me feel like I was just a piece of metal with a face. He was an arrogant son of a bitch, thinking that he was mightier and higher than anyone in the pizzeria, only exception was our owner. To Fred though, everyone else was just a stepping stone…and with me, I was just the gunk on his shoes.
"Mangle…I will tell ya the same thing I tell ya every night…you even so much as move…and I will ruin you in the worst way possible…you think being like this is the worst thing ever? Oh my ignorant lil junk pile…I can do SO much worse to you…" He then grabbed my still intact head and slammed me face first into the ground before smirking as I scrambled to work my mismatched body and get away from him. I knew he could easily ruin me further, but with a body that has more limbs than AI processors, it becomes really hard to move.
"Tch…still a useless pile of scrap, next time, you keep your…ugly…worthless…stupid…mouth…shut, understand? Blink once if you get me…" I blinked once, earning a smug grin from the fat fucker, the fatbear then turning and leaving me back in the isolation and darkness of Kids' cove.
"He's really a smooth talker, shame he can't hear me, I would totally be his groupie…at least I'd be with someone that fuckin wasn't completely pointless"
Second head is talking again…how I'd love to rip him out of me, but once again…more limbs then AI processors so all I can do is put up with him. A shuffling sound alerts my audio receptors, my ears, and I turn and smile sadly to see another animatronic kneeling down in front of me. The purple bunny animatronic has been sitting in the back room in near pieces, shattered voicebox, loss of face…literally he has no face, his left arm was torn off, and one of his ears ripped.
I can tell he's looking at me because his photo receptors are glowing while focused on me, Bonnie was one of the few animatronics that felt my pain. He couldn't speak, couldn't feel, and could barely walk, how he still moved around at night was beyond me.
Smiling as best I could, I gently laid my head against his side, it would be morning soon, which meant he would have to head back to parts and service. But he was here now and I knew that at least someone still knew of my existence. Closing my still functional eye, I started singing a soft yet melancholy song I had heard a while back from one of the kids before they tore me apart.
With song ending, Bonnie still functional ear drooped slightly, he knew exactly how I felt and how I just wished someone would destroy me. But, no one would bother with two barely functional animatronics, it was at that point we both turned to look at the clock, 6:00am meaning Bonnie had to leave. He rested his good arm on one of my many paws before getting up and leaving. Once more, I am alone…just a useless pile of parts, until the night guard stops by my cove as he gets ready to leave. Jeremy Fitzgerald…strange name…course no less stranger then fucking Mangle… And then he speaks to me, saying something that I thought I'd never hear.
"For what it's worth…I heard that song…and no one is worthless…everyone has worth…no matter how insignificant it may seem….everyone has worth…"
I wanted to laugh bitterly at him, but he already left, second head had said something, yet I didn't hear him. Was I still worth something? Did I still have meaning? I…I just don't know