Sorry I haven't uploaded a chapter in a while. I've been really busy. Enough excuses, nobody cares.
Mangle sat. She didn't want to crawl into the vents tonight. She sat right in the middle of Kids Cove staring up into the camera. The animatronics tried to call her over but she wouldn't move. She sat there glaring straight through it, as if staring through the soul of the security guard. She knew he'd looked at her already. She could almost feel his gaze. She tried to move, the feeling was starting to disturb her, but her body wouldn't cooperate. She looked up towards the ceiling and noticed a few wires hanging loosely. Mangle stared down at her dismantled legs. Then to the endoskeleton head on her shoulder.
"Mind helping me out?" She asked it. It replied by blinking at her with her other eye. Suddenly, as if in a trance, Mangle felt herself being hoisted up into the air. She used this boost to grab hold of the ceiling wires and half crawl half hang from the ceiling. She managed to get out of kids cove and into prize corner. She saw the buzz of the camera slowly guide past her and her jaw fell open. Drat! She thought as a bolt fell to the floor. She ignored the slight tingle in her jaw and kept moving. She crawled her way through the game area and the main hall before making it to a small hallway. Peeking her head around the corner she saw the man. Snarling, she prepared to bolt when a bright light flashed in her eyes, causing her to fall from the ceiling in a mass of nuts and bolts. Temporarily blinded, she ducked into another room.
When her eyes adjusted she found herself in the first party room. Grimacing she half crawled, half rolled out the door into the next party room. Looking up, Mangle saw a vent. Remembering the previous night, she knew this vent would lead into the main office. Where he would be. Trying to avoid the clunking sound her body made she climbed into the vent. The walls were cold against her hard skin as she made her way through the vents. There! Up ahead she saw a small, rusty camera. She grinned at it (as much as she could when she couldn't close her mouth), waiting for him to see her. When she was about to lose hope, she heard a muffled gasp coming down the vents. Mangle smiled and began to crawl further. She could see a faint glow of light. She could see him now. He looked over and nearly burst out crying. She looked up at him frantically trying to find what to do. A look of realisation exploded onto his face and quick as a dash he pulled up his monitor. Mangle was frozen in shock for a second. The look on his face had hurt her. Is this what she wanted? To be feared? Not at all! Reluctantly she climbed into the office and hung from the ceiling. Waiting… Waiting… The man pulled down his camera… Before he could do anything, Mangle swung down from the ceiling, her jaw hanging open, towards the man's face.
Dangling a few millimetres from his face, Mangle laughed. She grabbed a screwdriver off his desk and fixed her jaw. Laughing hysterically she grabbed the man in an embrace. The man was shell-shocked. Mangle looked down at him and said with a smile:
"People hurt me, but I could never hurt them."