This fic was inspired by "Reflections on Orange/Blue" by Xengo, as well as the songs "West" and "Two" by Sleeping at Last. I highly recommend you check them both out, they make great stuff.
Five Nights at Freddy's belongs to Scott Cawthon.
"Comfort" by SpaceCat010
It's 11 PM.
Mangle and I are sleeping on the couch in the back room behind Pirate's Cove, with her snuggled up right on top of me, nuzzling into my neck.
Well, only one of us is sleeping.
I feel tired after a week's worth of shows, don't get me wrong, but I can't seem to fall asleep.
I would get up and watch the stars through the window, but I don't want to wake up the beautiful vixen laying on top of me, purring softly in her sleep.
Ah, Mangle...
It all began while I was walking through the pizzeria (the bigger one, mind you) and heard a faint cry, much like that of a whimper.
Me being the curious fox that I am continued to follow the sound, listening for the same very faint, whisper-like, muffled crying.
I eventually reached a door labelled "Kids Cove." Having never met my counterpart as of then, I opened the door, and walked inside.
Inside, I looked over to the corner, and saw the prettiest animatronic I had ever seen. Her fluffy white fur had these striking hot pink accents, her cheeks had a shade of blush applied to them, and she had a shimmering golden eye, much like my own.
And yet, as stunning as she was, something was very wrong.
She lay there, curled up into a ball, her synthetic fur coat had been ripped in places, her endoskeleton showing in even more, her muzzle in a grimace, and she was shivering uncontrollably.
I couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
When she opened her eyes slightly, I could recognize that look. Years of being isolated and beaten by my "friends" had driven me insane, not that it mattered to them, anyway.
Her eyes had a look of despair, pain, confusion, anger, helplessness, all rolled up into a white and pink fox, lying on the floor, crying, now looking up at me with a facial expression that merely read "help me."
The same empty-feeling look I'd see in my own eyes after I'd look in a mirror.
"W-Who are you?" She managed to stammer, trying her best to hide the fact that she was crying earlier.
"The name's Foxy. Foxy the Pirate." I replied. I have to admit, at that point she wasn't doing a very good job at hiding whatever it was that happened.
"Well Foxy, is there a reason you're in my cove?" She asked. I knew she could tell I knew she was crying.
"Is there any reason you were crying earlier?" Her eyes widened slightly and she turned her head away, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes.
I sat down next to her, folded my legs, and did my best to comfort her.
"I may have only known you for the past 20 seconds, but that doesn't mean I can't try to help you with whatever it is that was making you cry earlier." I spoke softly, trying my best to keep from yanking her into a giant fox-hug.
Her head was hung low, ears folded, and small tears were falling from her face onto the checkered tile floor. I could tell she was debating telling me what she really wanted to tell me.
Eventually, she spoke up, her voice shaky.
"Every day, every single day for as long as I can remember, I've been torn apart by the same damn kids who come in here." I could tell she was close to breaking down.
"I've been labelled as a 'take-apart-put-back-together' attraction, the management gave up on fixing me, none of my friends come visit me anymore, and I can't even walk!"
The tears had begun to fall a little faster.
"Nobody even cares about me anymore." With that, her tears fell faster than I've ever seen tears fall. And believe me when I say I've seen them fall fast.
I gently pulled her into a hug, scratching in between her ears slowly as she sobbed into my chest.
That night, I fell asleep in Kid's Cove, with Mangle clinging onto me like her life depended on it, which it probably did.
Now she's snuggling into my chest floof.
Mangle's a cuddlebug, a fact that we both take enjoyment in often.
One night, I couldn't help but feel something... stronger for her.
I ventured out of Parts & Service, and made my way to Kid's Cove, only to hear the last thing I wanted to hear.
Screams of anger, agony, the sounds of punching, kicking, were all coming from the last place I wanted them to be coming from.
When I sprinted to the Cove and kicked open the door, I froze dead in my tracks.
The other 3 toy animatronics were beating the crap out of Mangle, while she was on the ground, unconscious.
After they'd noticed me make my somewhat noisy entrance, they turned their attention away from Mangle's lifeless body, and proceeded to come after me.
To keep a long story short, I was the only animatronic of the original 4 to have springs in my legs, the same went for Mangle.
Never will I not be amused by the memory of jumping into the air and slamming my hook right between Toy Freddy's eyes.
After I had kicked the other toys out of the Cove, I turned my attention to Mangle, still on the ground and still lifeless.
Tears started to claw their way out of my eyes as I dropped down beside her.
I gathered up what few parts I could find strewn about the Cove, and did my best to repair the damage.
I flipped the switch on the back of her head, and waited.
And waited...
And waited.
I held her close to me, sobbing quietly as I thought I'd never see her again.
I scratched in between her ears, the way she always liked it, tears still streaming out of my eyes.
Just as I'd given up all hope, I heard her cough.
I quickly looked down at her, and saw the lights in her eyes flicker slightly.
She's... Alive.
"F-Foxy?"
I gave her a small sad smile, and held her weak, slender body in my arms as I spoke.
"I'll be there for you no matter what happens; I promise."
It wasn't long before she started crying as well.
"What's wrong, Mangle?"
"I bit a kid today, Foxy. Opened my mouth and bit his frontal lobe right off. Now we're all going to get scrapped and it's all my fault. I'll never get to see you again." She said through free-falling tears.
"So that's what they were mad about," I said with a small frown. "But you know what, Mangle?"
She gave me a slightly confused look.
"I still love you."
She smiled slightly and pulled my head in slowly, and our lips met in a soft, tender kiss.
"I love you too, Foxy."
I fell asleep in Kid's Cove for the second time that night, with Mangle in my arms.
A few months later, the company downsized, selling the other "toy" animatronics, but kept Mangle with us since I still needed some spare parts.
The night Mangle and I discovered this back room in Pirate's Cove was the best night of my life.
Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica all know better than to come into this room, let alone knock on the door.
We may have made up ever since all the humiliation they put me through, but that doesn't let them waltz into my private space without getting their asses kicked.
I blink a few times, and finally feel the weight on my eyelids I've been waiting for.
I kiss Mangle's forehead and whisper into her ear, "Goodnight Mangle, I love you."
Just as I fall asleep, I could barely make out what she mumbled to me.
"Love...Too...Foxy..."
I slid my arms down to the small of her back and drifted off to sleep, comforted by my beautiful vixen's quiet purring.
How's that for a first fanfic? I thought I'd try a sort of stream-of-thought style for this one.
Let me know what you guys think!
