"Mommy, but she's so cute! Please let me keep her."
"I don't know honey...the veterinarian warned that she could become aggressive at times."
"We can't let her die, I heard what you were talking about. They're gonna put her down if someone doesn't adopt her soon."
"Sweet heart I…"
"Please, please, please, I promise I won't ask for anything else ever again! Mommy, please don't let her die, it's not fair."
"I...alright. It's okay honey, please stop crying. You can have the puppy."
"Oh, thank you!"
"So, what are you going to name her?"
"I think she looks like a Roxy don't you?"
"Haha, that's a fine name darling."
~x~**~x~
A soft whimper emitted from the pile of broken plastic splitters and rusted metal. The fit had finally passed, though in its wake it left their servos and wires in a twitchy state. Reminding both of them of occurrences at a different time.
~x~**~x~
The pain, the same fire that coursed through her small fragile body. There was thunder all around, screaming from the sky. A paralyzing fear and then two bright lights filled her vision. There had been silence then, the pain ebbing away gradually as a strange wetness trickled down her chestnut brown fur. Her vision blurred and distorted, framed images swirled around and around. There was a man, a strange and comforting sound admitting from him. Then she smelled him, an aroma that pierced her nose in an unforgiving nip. The figure bent down, hovering like a vulture, but she couldn't move. What was wrong with her? Fingers gently caressed her matted pelt and she whimpered and feebly kicked her legs out in agitation. She wanted this man to go away, he smelled of death, he was bad, no good would come from him. Her breath was shallower now, chest heaving, slow and rhythmic. Senses were washing away, her body was left completely numb and her sight melted and settled on a low glowing light. Then with a last twitch of an ear everything shut down, but she could've sworn that she had heard a call. The loving call of her human in search of a lost little German Shepherd who had been frightened by the screaming in the sky and the scratches of light that tore the clouds. With whatever sense of knowing that she had left she hoped that her girl wasn't really there, for death surrounded her tattered body. The man would only bring death.
~x~**~x~
Who was he? Or rather who did he used to be? Michael, he...he was his friend. He hadn't wanted to go over to his house that day, his dad was a complete fruit loop, spending all his free time alone in their house's basement and working on his toys. What was his name? All he could recall was a middle aged British man with the most unnerving smile. The man had threatened him many times, not wanting him to hang out with his son anymore. Of course he never mentioned anything to his friend...boyfriend. No, he didn't want Mike to worry, his relationship was already strained as it was with his father. Then one day he had received a call from Mike, one that truly sent shivers down his spine.
~x~
"Something's wrong with me, I-I should be dead! It's Dad it's all his fault, he's been doing things, experiments down in the basement. Oh, God, Corey's down here. My neighbor, oh no, oh no, oh no, he killed them all. He killed them all! There's wires, do you hear me? There's wires everywhere..and blood. He locked me down here and I can't get out, he's laughing... upstairs. I can hear him knocking things over. Please get help and don't just come waltzing over like your usual asshole self okay? I'll be okay, just believe that I'll be fine...okay sweetheart? Just, call the police or the army or…."
~x~
"Why hello hello, I'm sorry Mikey's busy right now. Call back later."
"Dad I…"
~x~
Call ended.
~x~
What happened next? There was fear, his actions were driven by that force. There was no call to the police, he was on a collision course, set coordinates, irrationality. When he arrived at Mike's house the door was unlocked, the atmosphere inside being one of complete silence and overlapped with an uneasy mist. Shards of broken plates littered the kitchen floor and the table was crooked, a flower vase laid on its side, water lazily traveling on the even surface. Chairs were thrown throughout the kitchen quarters as through a drunk low life had stumbled through the place in a drunken dream. The whole situation seemed dreamlike, but he hadn't been down to the basement.
~x~
The stairs had creaked eerily under his weight and he found himself dreading what was down below. A sharp and repetitive noise filled his ears accompanied by the sound of hissing, everything stopped once his feet touched solid concrete and he turned the corner revealing the wide expanse of a large room. A room filled with nightmares and Mike's father stood at the very center of it all.
~x~
To one side there was a table, nothing immediately eye catching or special about it, it was what was on the table that spoke of the horrors. Mike wasn't just rambling nonsense, there was a little boy, his hands dangling limply off its edges. Blood slowly dripping from the fingers of the left hand and forming a glistening puddle on the floor. A dead boy...there was a body of a dead boy in the basement. Holy shit.
~x~
Syringes were strewn in random areas on the floor, some on top of other smaller tables, they were everywhere. There were jars on one of the side tables...filled with some strange liquid that looked to be an almost light blue color, almost luminous.
~x~
On the other table there was, oh god, there was a dead puppy, but no-no. There were wires and metal beams sticking out from the pile of fur. Around the area more mechanical parts were surrounding the bizarre scene. He felt disgusted, this was wrong, what the Hell even was this?
~x~
Before now, he had avoided the monkey in the room, though fate was inevitable. Mike's father loomed there, his arms grasping the top part of a large chair with a purple sheet draped over it. That smile, the only thing he can make out for sure is that smile. Wait, what's under that sheet? Something's moving?
~x~
"I'm sorry to disappoint you boy, but Mike's in no condition for a play date. Are you Mikey?"
~x~
The sheet was thrown aside, revealing Michael of course. Only this time there was no skin, only metal, and wires that writhed and hissed in writhing clumps. Trying to hide from the light that shone down upon their rough texture.
~x~
He stared at Michael, as though he was the only thing that existed in that moment, giving no reaction as the man closed in on him. There were hands wrapped around his throat, but all sense of self preservation was at that point eliminated. The hands squeezed tighter and he was faintly aware of the desperate screaming of his lungs inside of his tiring and aching chest as the protests for the kiss of cool air became louder.
~x~
Just before everything turned to black, his Michael opened his eyes. A bright vibrant blue that fixated with his own hazel ones. He watched as his boyfriend struggled to come to his aid, though it was a fruitless effort. His body was strapped to the chair.
~x~
"Sto-p, ple-plea-please, no, no, no. Y-you were n-not supp-supposed to come."
~x~
The voice was very much Michael's, at least, that gave him some comfort. The distorted voice became louder, but soon all but faded. Pain, pain in his chest. The pressure was so unbelievably indescribable, his vision was beginning to fade in and out.
~x~
"Don't be afraid kid, you'll live on forever, I promise."
~x~
He found himself to be very afraid.
~x~**~x~
"Do You hear that?" He felt his other half's attention fixating on the noise he had been listening to for quite some time now. It was humming, he was sure of it, and by the sound of his companion's low growls joining in he was sure that she had the same idea as well.
~x~
"Hey girl what do you say that we pay him a visit?"
~x~
An excited yip escaped from their mouth as they quickly picked themselves together the best way they could. Maybe this time it'd be Michael, they'd been waiting for such a long time for him to come back for them. If it wasn't their boy, well, what do bad dogs do?
~x~
Oh yeah...they bite.
Hey guys, this is just my version concerning Mangle's backstory. Certainly not cannon to the verified FNaF lore and such. This particular short story is supposed to have a rather choppy and direct sense to it. I hope that you enjoy and please feel welcome to leave a review/feedback. Thanks for reading;)