The bite of '87. I do not own FNaF.


Not again… Please, not again… No more…

Mangle could hear the excited voices of children from down the hall. The sound send fear through her broken, destroyed body. A garbled static poured from her open mouth.

I can't take it anymore! Every day…

The children drew pictures of the torment. They hung from the walls: little scribbles of crayon that depicted happy, carefree torture.

Why?

Mangle did not know why they did it. Why they chose her to take apart. Even as a broken mess of parts they came and took her apart more. They tore and pulled and broke her apart. It felt like her sanity, her programming, was hanging by the thinnest wire, the fall growing ever nearer.

Don't let them in…

Mangle twitched violently, trying to move. She managed to pull herself in an upright position, single yellow eye staring at the door.

An adult in blue opened the door, and let multiple kids in. They stopped and blinked, surprised by the mauled state of the robot in front of them.

"Toy Foxy is a puzzle. You can take her apart and put her back together." The man in blue said.

There's only one way to stop this…

A little girl with a blonde ponytail walked up to her, blue eyes wide. Mangle tilted her head, emitting a soft static sound.

I'm sorry. I don't want to. But there's no other way.

The girl walked closer.

Finally.

Mangle opened her jaws as wide as they could go, reveling many pointed steel teeth and more endoskeleton teeth lining them. The girls eyes widened in fear as Mangle loomed over her.

I'm sorry.

Mangle's jaws closed with a snap. Crimson rained as parts of skull and brain were torn apart. Screams and yells followed.

A large man in black approached with a small taser-like device.

It's over… No more torture… I'm sorry, Freddy… Bonnie… Chica… I'm so sorry…


Well… That was depressing:/ this is depicting what I think of as the bite of '87. Not '83. 83 was

depicted in FNaF 4. Most likely no one is going to read this, but if you do please tell me what you think!