Mangle: yes, Zero is still using me as a stress ball...but I can't really blame him, it's a serious personal matter, but anyways...A mangled perspective CH2...be prepared for some tears

Disclaimer: 5NaF characters and universe copy write Scott Cawthon


Screams…screams and laughter. That's what I wake to, it's now daytime at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza which means the kids are here. I so desperately want to be decommissioned, but management says it's cheaper to keep me around.

"Ironic since you don't actually bring cash in for them…in fact, I think you've been driving business away"

God damnit, second head, why must you be awake now? Why couldn't you stay asleep a few more hours? I do not want to put up with your god damn bullshit…especially with the kids here! I flick my functional eye over to the tables of kids' cove and wince, sure enough, several 4 and 5 year olds are noisily and messily chomping down on various slices of pizza. I glance over to the adults nearby, hoping that they'd drag their little demons to another part of the pizzeria, but no…they're all just fuckin chatting with each other, not even batting an eye as one of their snot nosed brats hurls a whole pizza onto the wall.

Now, I know you humans have your lives to live and stuff, but don't you think that consideration for other people's property is important? I can only sigh as another of the lil demons tosses a piece of pepperoni across the hall. I watch it with disinterest before sighing again as it splatters onto a poster of myself…ironic. No regard for me and no regard for my posters…still waiting for that one kid to decide to yank my central processor out. I know they love to tear me into pieces, just fucking tear my brain out already…fucking end me, please!

"Aww what's a matter Mangle? Upset that they only see you as a toy to be played with until broken? Or maybe you're upset that you're just a pile of parts and no one cares to fix you anymore?"

You know what? Second head can choke on oil and burn…hell I don't care if I get caught in the flames, I'd welcome the fucking destruction…at least then I wouldn't have to deal with his bullshit. That's when some movement catches my eye. I grimace, the kids have gotten their fill…and now it's on to the main event.

I truly wish I was built without pain receptors, really, I do. I do my best not so scream out as…I think my left leg? Yeah, my left leg is torn from my body before shoved roughly into my spine which is soon followed by an arm being ripped from my body and shoved…somewhere…uh…you know…The process of tearing me into pieces and reassembling me goes on for the next three hours.

I desperately want it to end, but what can I do? Scream out in protest? Right…that'll go over well…nothing like traumatizing our patrons to get us shut down. So, I lie there and endure the torment, I can almost hear second head laughing his ass off at me, but its drowned out by the screams and laughter of the kids pulling me apart and putting me back together.

Eventually and FINALLY, it ends, the pain subsides after a few moments and I turn to look at my body before shaking my head. To say I was even more disfigured is to say that Toy Freddy is a fat fucker, I had a tail coming out from my shoulder, a leg coming from my spine, an arm coming from my…uh…you know what? Forget that part…not important, how they even managed to mangle me more then I already was astonished me.

"Aw…you look good…a vast improvement over your previous look…oh what am I saying? You NEVER looked good…hell…if anything, this just proves that you are worthless cuz not even the KIDS like you"

Second head is laughing again, I hate him so much, but I hate myself more because he's always right. The kids don't care about me, hell they already left Kids' cove and are already turning their empty heads to listen to Freddy Fatbear and his band of assholes.

That's when I hear it, a single sound, a soft giggle, my eye glances over and I see a young girl with curled blonde hair kneeling by my distorted form. I eagerly wish my limbs would work properly as I fear that she's going to do something worse to me.

But, she doesn't, she looks over my body and sadly rests a hand on my one paw before speaking.

"You poor thing…you do so much for me an my friends and end up like this…well, I don't know how to fix you, but maybe I could make you feel somewhat better"

That's when she pulls the red ribbon out from her hair and ties it gently around my neck, I can only stare at her in shock before finally uttering a single word, "why?"

"Silly, it's to make you feel better…mommy always says everyone deserves some happiness in their lives…even if you're not a person"

I wanted to cry, I did, I really did; that simple gesture and sentence meant the world to me. Someone else acknowledged my existence and truthfully meant it…bring on the kids…no amount of pain would ruin my day now.

-Timeskip: 12 am—

"YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF TRASH!"

I bite my lip as Toy Chica smashes her foot into my spine before grabbing my disfigured form and hurling it into a wall. I weakly groan before glaring hatefully up at the furious chicken, she scowls and spitefully steps on my paws.

"You think…that just because someone paid you any attention…you are worth a shit?! I bet that girl was just giving you pity because she doesn't know what a worthless hunk of metal you really are! In fact…I think you don't deserve her gift!"

I wanted to throttle the chicken, but all I could do was flail pitifully, it truly was a depressing sight. And then she did something…she did something that made me hate her all the more. She reached down and pulled the ribbon from my neck before tearing it into pieces and letting it fall to the floor in front of me.

I can only stare at the pieces of the ribbon that once adorned my body, the ribbon that was given to me out of kindness, the ribbon that was my one and only treasure. I didn't even register Toy Chica laughing at my distress nor did I register second head throwing in some lewd jokes at my expense. It felt as if my world had just ended, the physical pain I had endured all day paled as I stared blankly at the remains of the one item that was the one of the few shining lights in my pitiful life.

"Awwww….ish you gonna cwy? Suck it up you worthless failure…and remember your place!" With that, Toy Chica kicked my battered form before leaving Kids' cove finally and letting me wallow in sorrow for the loss of my most treasured gift.

I dutifully worked my body some before scooping the remains of the ribbon up with whatever limbs that worked before crawling my way back to my darkened corner…and then I cried. It was a long time since I cried last, but this was the straw the broke the camel's back.

Black oily tears dripped from my eye sockets as I clutched onto the remains of the precious ribbon given to me by that single caring girl.

"Aho…Ahoy lass…er...l…lad!"

That accented voice, I didn't want to hear it, Foxy meant well, but in my current state? I just didn't want him around, I slowly turn to look at him. The pirate fox is worn down, but not as much as me and Bonnie, sure he's missing parts of his suit; but he can run, sing, feel. He has no idea what I'm going through right now.

"Aye? Y..Y…Ye ok there ma…ma…matey? Cmon tell ol F…F…Foxy what the matter be…" I study his expression, eyes filled with concern and pity while his voice despite glitching out constantly, has just as much concern as well. I just wish he'd go away and let me be, but I've known the pirate since I replaced him. He won't let something go if it concerns him.

"I…well…if you must know Foxy…I…I was given a ribbon by a sweet girl today…and...well…Toy Chica ripped it up in front of me" I wanted to cry again, but I found myself suddenly picked up into a tender and gentle hug.

"D…D…Don't let that s…s…s…sleazy bird w…w…w…wench ge…ge…get the better of y…ye. She is pr…pr…pr…probably just jealous of ye" Foxy continued to gently comfort my mismatched figure before setting me down and humming a soft sea shanty.

It was calming in a way, him just sitting there singing softly in the darkness with me, not even second head tried to intervene. I just lay there as I held onto the remains of my once treasured gift while Foxy continued to sing and comfort me.