AN: Well, ladies and gentlemen, school holidays are here and I presume you all know what that means! More chapters! This one is quickly written, and I wanted to incorporate the Mangle and Easter eggs for the sequel. Mangle is easily my favourite FNAF character and I decided to do this to get her in, especially as she is somewhat important in the sequel, being one of the only characters without a nightmare version. Anyway, this is told from Mangle's point of view. And to answer a shout in the reviews, YES! Sif is kind of a dinosaur. Well, she's closer to a bird as she is an archaeopteryx. But she is a prehistoric reptile so… close enough! I also wish to remind you that this is a backstory thing. Not all will be sunshine and rainbows in this. In fact, a tragedy is fast approaching, one which I don't want to write but decided on. I am honestly not looking forward to writing it so I am stalling. This chapter is stalling. That's why the Author's note is so long. Let's put an end to thaaat…


Mangle's POV

I pine for the quiet night guard who used to watch us. It's not that he's left, oh no, he has changed. I tried to apologize for what I did. It wasn't my fault...

I thought he'd understand.

What happened on that day, the day I hurt him, was awful. Both for me... and most definitely for him.

A toddler was tampering with my jaw mechanisms. She pushed something down my throat and I did a sort of artificial gag. My beloved human friend shoved the girl aside and took the bite himself. And even though his blood stained my pearly fangs, I was the only toy to be left alone.

Unbroken.

Not…destroyed.

Burned.

Scrapped.

My thoughts dash as I see Chica forking through a vent, murmuring curses under her metallic and oily breath. She lets out a large, "AHA!" and pulls out a wiggling endoskeleton from a another vent that's attached to a party room and out into a party room. His eyes glint red – something unseen in any normal animatronic.

"Thought you could hide, did you? Well, it's time for you to go into an animatronic suit! You shouldn't break the rules!" she says to the endoskeleton.
He lets out a choked garble and bites Chica's hand, causing her to involuntarily release it.

It grabs her arm and throws her over its shoulder, then proceeding to slam her into the ground and rub her into the rough tiles. Chica's beak is dislodged, open wide enough to see the teeth of her endoskeleton. She finally pulls herself free from the rouge endoskeleton's grasp, crying oily tears. She runs, crying for Bonnie by his familiar nickname, Bon Bon. Can you hardly blame me for cracking up? Apparently the endoskeleton did. Next thing I know, it's after me.
The battle was fearsome. I would bite into it and it would claw parts off of me. Oil leaked from my nose and eye sockets in a near flood. My "parrot" had been torn off my back. Spasms shot through my body. But it was a victory for me. Because as I lay there, and looked the part of a dead animatronic, this endoskeleton did not follow the first rule of evil villainy. One must not gloat over thy enemy's death without making sure they are actually dead. It stood at my side and cried its victory. I coiled my legs, and before it realized what was happening, bucked it off. My kick was strong, and it flew across the room. I remember seeing its head hit the wall before I collapsed from exhaustion, and the world went dark.
Flashback
The teen puts on his mask and prays that the robot dangling from the ceiling will leave. It doesn't. As he pulls up his mask and fumbles with the monitor to wind the music box, it swings down to deliver the final blow.

He braces himself and waits. 2 minutes later, he opens his eyes warily. To his shock, this animatronic does not snap at him, but rather kisses him on the forehead and looks into his eyes. "We didn't properly introduce ourselves. Our name is Mangle. And yours is Jeremy." She says. "Human and animatronic is not a normal pair. But then again, neither of us are exactly normal."
"H-H-How do you know my name?" Jeremy asks.
"It's kind of on your name tag."
"Oh." he responds bashfully, scratching his head.
End of Flashback
"Errgh" I groan as I lift myself to my metal paws. How long have I been out? A minute? An hour? A day? A month? even a year? For all I know, a decade could have passed. My servos aren't locked up that horribly, so it can't have been that long.
The endoskeleton groans quietly and I remember what happened before I went unconscious. I have my claws on his throat before it's even properly awake. Its eyes blink open, now a silver shade. He yelps as I hiss, "Any funny business and I will sever your fuel line."
He blinks at me and whispers in a confused way, "Mangle? It hurts. Please release my neck."
My eye widens. "Stanley?" I whisper.
"You bet. And do I have some news for you. Jeremy's back in town. And let's just say he isn't the happiest chap right-"
"Jeremy?" My heart soars. "Jeremy!" I cry, leaping to the ceiling swinging across the halls.
"Mangle! I wasn't done! MANGLE! COME BACK!" Stanley calls after me, attempting to lift to his feet. I don't care. He can tell me after I see Jeremy.
"Jeremy?" I call from inside the vents. He shouts for me joyfully. "Jeremy!"
He hugs me as I coil around him. Love is all I have on my mind. "Mangle…" he whispers. "Come here you lovable fox!" He snuggles me. Another spasm shoots through me. I don't care. My Jeremy is back! Another spasm and a large outbreak of pain make me realize and open my eyes. He laughs as he tampers with a device. My head thumps as it hits the ground. "Goodnight, sweetie." He says as the world goes dark for the second time today.

Why?


Author's note: Ok, that chapter was massive. And its things like Stanley and Mangle fighting that make me rate it T. It in its own way is like that MLP Fanfic called Cupcakes. It starts off quite innocent, but gets violent. I'm just gonna rap it up there with a quick message: Get ready for some holiday awesomeness!