Chapter 4- The Revenant of Pirates Cove
Mangle's POV
I really hope that Foxy understood why I went with the others, and why I had let Golden Freddy touch me, and I really hope that he can believe me. Looking down, I noticed the black puddle which was the oil Foxy had suffered in, and the stain of the other one before that.
And the one before that, and the one before that, and that, and that, and that …
I started to feel a sense of guilt about how I helped the others to treat Foxy that way, but really, I saw it as rational, because he really did bite that kid, regardless if it was Freddy's fault or not, so it was really was Foxy's fault in my opinion, which was the same as the others. But whenever I saw those golden eyes that rescued me from my twisted state years ago, ones that used to be loving, and kind, now turned to emotionless and pain filled ones whenever I assisted to hurt him, I can't help feeling a little sad at his position.
I suppose I had been a bit harsh when I dumped Foxy for Bonnie at the time, but when I saw him for the first time when he accidentally walked in on me and Foxy together in the Cove, I just couldn't help myself, because at the time I saw him as amazing and attractive.
I also guess that the stuff Bonnie told me about Foxy's Bite of '87, and how he was a crazy, violent robot also played a part in it. Plus I suppose that I saw more in Bonnie than Foxy, so I just chose him, I was the girl, so of course I could choose who was better, and that person was Bonnie at the time, and Foxy was just another lifeless pile of junk metal.
And I could agree that the little argument we had later definitely made me stick with the purple rabbit. But, for some reason, my mind still has a little part that's screaming at me, wanting to know why I left someone who had done so much for me, to someone who I barely knew? I usually block that part out, focusing more on what was better, for me, no one else, heck, because I suffered at the hands of the kids who ripped me apart each day.
Of course I deserve what's best for me!
However, I could still feel that part of me being guilty about Foxy, and about how much he has endured, for it wasn't just by kids, it was by others, like me, but I then ignored it, and continued on the path I set straight to Foxy's home.
As I was walking to his Cove, I thought about what to say to him, maybe a conversation to deal with our troubles? I certainly hope so, his conversations were always interesting and focused, unlike Bonnie, who just ignored me whenever I try to talk about something that makes me express my thoughts freely, except whenever I mention sex.
The same thing was with Goldie, who I even heard in one of his "private sessions" while hiding, who mumbled out very, very uncomfortable things that he wanted to do with me.
Surprisingly, now that I think about it, Foxy was never interested in my body, which he did a pretty good job at fixing, but really he wanted someone he could share his love with. I pushed that aside with my worries, as I nervously then walked towards the purple, star-inscribed curtains of his stage
Thirty Yards …
Twenty Yards …
Ten ….. Five …. One ….
Inches away ….
Hesitantly, I hold my hand still, which for some reason was shaking, and then I just made my mind about how I should sound when talking to him: like the rest of Freddy's gang who was just bored to talk with someone, and to cause a bit of pain to Foxy.
Confidence filled me as thoughts of helpless Foxy being meek and weak, near me, as I just sat there talking about my troubles, while he was only allowed to speak whenever I let him. So, what the heck, why not?
I pulled aside the curtains …
And there was Foxy, in the back of the area, leaning against the wall …
Wow, I never thought that he would survive this long though, I expected him to survive a week or two of our torture, but never, ever would I imagine years, let alone 9-10! Still, he looked in good shape, as I could still see at least some muscle from his lithe frame, as well as his legs, whose speed surprised me the first time I met him. As I started to walk in a little more, I took in more of his physical features, cringing when I saw the damage that I had taken part in causing, including the tattered pants, which were near ripped to shreds.
For some reason though, I had the random though cross me about how large his member was. Bonnie's was, OK, and as for Goldie's, meh, he was a little better, but I never did find out how large Foxy's was, but it was probably small like the others, but still, I always wondered ….
As I moved my inspection towards his head, looking at where his left ear was torn off by Freddy during a past argument, I moved down, only to find that instead of sleeping, he was …..
Looking at me?!
I gulp as I tried a friendly smile, but he must have definitely taken the wrong impression as his expression changed from shocked, to disbelief, to sadness, and finally,
Anger.
I never thought that Foxy could show that many emotions at once, in fact I never knew or even suspected that he was that driven angry, especially towards me, even after all that had happened to him, but now seeing him snarling with the metal teeth, stained with blood from the incident which was still shining in the faint moonlight,
I could see that what I had just chosen to do was not my best choice.
Marionette
I mentally groan when I see her walk in, knowing what's going to happen next, and it will certainly not end well
