Warning:

FNaF World AU (?)

Triggers for suicide and depression

Possible typos / writing errors

NO POSSESSED ANIMATRONICS ARE USED IN THIS FIC

Flames or complaints will be used to cook Fazbear's pizza.

All recognizable characters and locations belongs to Scott Cawthon.

Note: This is NOT a ship fic!

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SEE WHAT YOU'VE ALL DONE?

Foxy whimpered and stumbled back, falling on the smooth ground on his rear. He his little paw and hook rest on his furry cheeks as large, clear tears, began pooling his orange eyes. His gaze never leaving the slightly swaying figure dangling from the ceiling like a Christmas ornament; the rope swaying back and forth slowly with low, eerie creaks.

Months and months of being so misunderstood; being treated like nothing but a mere toy. Mocked and harassed by people who think it's funny to pick on someone who can do nothing to stand up for itself. The only thing it could do was smile - it did a pretty good job doing just that, too. Foxy peered his eyes at the hanging figure again, and felt his little heart break more. Even in death Mangle still had a smile on its face. The crimson fox cried harder and curled himself into a tight ball on the floor. His ears flat against his skull and body quaking with heavy sobs.

He never thought it would come to this. There must have been something he could've done to prevent this. Why didn't he see the signs before? Were there any signs to begin with? Mangle always seemed so happy, regardless of the kind of smile on its muzzle. Despite living out its days as a walking skeleton. It always looked towards the brighter side of things with the knowledge that it had friends who cared. And also a family who loved it for who it was.

But has the harassment really gone far enough? Perhaps Mangle had truly been broken once and for all. It can always fix it's body. But it's unfortunate the same can't be said for it's spirit. The little cute fox wondered if the people behind this are proud of themselves. Would they be proud of themselves? If they can live bringing pain to others, can they live knowing that they took an innocent life without the use of even a gun or a knife?

Perhaps there are some things that aren't meant to be saved...

Tap! Tap!

Foxy paused in his weeping, perking a mechanical ear. His sobbing softened enough to hear soft tapping noises instead of the agonizing slow creaks of the hanging rope. Through a haze of tears he noticed a small red blur bouncing in his direction, and then rolling to a stop inches from his nose. Upon closer inspection he realized the small red blur to be a...ball? He picked up the marble-sized toy with his only paw and brought to his face.

Where did this ball come from?

Scratching his head with his hook, Foxy slowly moved his gaze back to the Mangle's hanging body. There was loud creak coming from the ceiling. And Foxy yelped in surprise when the rope suspending his toy counterpart's body severed with a loud snap and sending the mangled body plummeting to the ground until it collided with the dark surface.

Mangle! the pirate thought in alarm. He jumped to his feet and waddled over quickly to the pile of twisted metal that was his friend. Once there he was only met with more heartbreak. The toy fox's eyes, including the one belonging to the conjoined endoskeletal head, remained dark. Did he really just think it was going turn into one of those cheesy movie moments where his friend would suddenly come back to life through some miracle like the power of friendship? Very humorous.

Feeling tears prick his eyes again, Foxy turned his back on the body and began crying again. His loud sobs went unheard in the thick darkness around him like an echo. But then a low hum coming from the fallen fox drowned out his sobbing. Foxy's ears twitched just as it picked up the whirrr of a tiny internal fan picking up wind again, and spun around with a hopeful look. He watched in awe as the Mangle's only eye flickered to life and rapidly dart all over the place in confusion.

The broken animatronic slowly sat itself up and shook both heads to rid itself of a lingering daze.

"Mangle!" Foxy literally cried out in joy.

The white fox shot both its heads up at the sound of his voice and a joyous smile crossed its muzzle at the sight of its friend. It welcomed the crimson fox's embrace with open arms, although not completely understanding what they were exactly hugging for. After separating, Foxy watched with shocked eyes when the plastic animatronic brought a small wooden paddle up to its face. A look of sadness replaced the joy it felt as its eyes traced the light rope - similar to the one that was wrapped around its neck - dangling out of the middle with no ball at the end.

Foxy looked down at his open paw; he was still holding the plastic ball. Darting his eyes from the ball to the paddle, and then to the frown on Mangle's, a wave of realization swept over. With a cute toothy grin on his muzzle he extended his paw to his friend, showing it the missing ball. The other animatronic literally gasped with joy and gave its friend another hug before taking the ball and attaching it back to the string. Foxy happily hugged it back, not wanting to ever let go.

Around them the darkness began to fade as it was engulfed in a warm light. Lush green grass claimed the ground they stood on while a sea of bright blue, with a brigade of fluffy white clouds, claimed the sky. Various flowers and trees quickly filled up the hilly green landscape like wildfire. And the bright light that brought life to the dark space took the form of a sun shining down on the two foxes, who remained oblivious to the changes around them.

Mangle played happily with its paddle ball again. Its conjoined head looked away rather uninterested while the white fox looked over to Foxy with a cute gaping smile, revealing its little white teeth. It then handed over its toy to Foxy for him to play with, instead. The little fox pulled out his hook and stuck the end of the paddle ball in the hole.

"I thought I lost ye, matey." Foxy said while his eyes followed the bouncing red ball.

The Mangle cocked its head in confusion, and then let out a hearty laugh amongst the radio frequencies and white noise in its voice box. "i'M StILl HErE aRe'NT i?"

They share a laugh under the sun.

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Geeze, Mangle! Be careful with that paddle ball! But seriously, though. That teaser gave me the chills o_o

Oh yeah. I'M NOT DEAD! I was hit with a severe case of Writer's block along with little motivation to write ANYTHING. But everything is alright right now. I'm doing alright. Going through college, but still alright.

And I am sooooooo so so so so so sorry to the readers of Out of the Blue who I've kept waiting. I've actually made progress with the new chapter, but it's not even halfway done! But your caring comments and support really put a smile on my face. It makes me happy to know that you guys really do care. And I can't thank you guys enough... Seriously.

Thank you :) I'll try to finish the new chapter when I can. I really don't wanna disappoint you guys!

Also, did any of you see the trailer for FNAF WORLD? I'M SO FUCKING HYYYYPED! I WANT AAAAAAALL THE BONNIES ON MY TEAM! BON SQUAD FOREVERRRRRRR!